"You don't want me..." I breathed, selfishly leaning into his touch. But I quickly pull away.
"I'm different and so not your type," I muttered, looking everywhere else but at him. He frowns slightly, eyes simmering.
"God, Anna." He exhaled, cool bre...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
'My wife is seven months pregnant, "
August
ANNA
The first Sunday in the month, and it couldn't have come any faster. Michael's been awfully quiet since we set off on the road. This morning, he woke up early as usual and went down to the gym in our basement to probably let off some steam. He came back up around eight in the morning, showered and climbed back into the bed with me and we just stayed glued to each other.
I don't blame him. In a few hours we will all sit down around a table and eat like a normal interconnected family, but we all know it's far from that. But on the other hand, I'm glad Zara's happily ever after is slowly coming into fruition.
Michael slowly eases off the highway, driving up into his parent's estate. Pulling up to the gate, I spotted a few cars parked.
Seems like almost everyone is here.
The car slows to a stop and my husband exhales beside me.
"Come on." I say, getting out of the car. I watch him through the window as he sits in there quietly for a while before he slips out.
A grin splits my lips as I take his hand in mine and intertwine our fingers together. "Come on," I dragged him towards the front door. We walk in and instead of joining whoever has arrived I lead him up the stairs toward his old bedroom.
The moment the door closes, i push him up against it and attack him with kisses.
He grunts, bending down to pick me up. I wrap my legs around his waist my light blue, short sleeve body con dress slides up and he deepens the kiss. Our mouths savor each other, tongues dancing in each other's mouths. heavy breaths fill the room. He tries to press me into him further, but my bump doesn't give way and he groans making me giggle into the kiss.
Michael's hands settle on my ass, leaving a few more kisses he breaks our heated moment.
I smile, My palms settle on his broad shoulders before placing them on either side of his neck.
"Hi."
"Hi," he says, breathing heavily as he touches our heads together. I close my eyes, melting in his arms. He smells so good. A whiff of spice, woodsy here and there. Michael smells like Michael.
intoxicating.
A peaceful eternity goes by and I break the silence.
"Are you okay?" my eyes soften, looking over his features. For a second, a conflicting look in his eyes and then,
"Can I hold you? I just want to hold you." He says quietly and my heart twists painfully at the sadness in his eyes.
but you are holding me I wanted to say. At this level, we were eye-to-eye. I could feel everything directly without having to look up at him.
