Aurora Costello.

Chapter 46.

Blades PoV.

Fucking hell.

I have spent hours. Hours! Making this house up to Aurora's standards, not just for her benefit but also for my own, I needed to make her see how much I cared about her. I watched her as she walked into the kitchen after already stalkerishly watching her sit outside for god knows how long. I watched her face light up at the decoration of her kitchen, I watched her eyes overflow with emotion, I watched her hand reach for her belly as she submerged into the deep dark depths of her thoughts. I watched her eyes glass over with painful torture and overwhelming sadness. And then I watched her hold her spare hand to her mouth and run out of this kitchen.

Fuck that.

I'm falling for this beautiful woman and I'll be damned if I let her walk out of here without showing her how much she means to me.

Without really thinking my thoughts through my legs are moving before my brain can register and I'm reaching out to Aurora clasping my thick tattooed hand over her small pregnant belly.

"Bella where are you going" I ask, tone soft.

No response

"Aurora" I repeat, losing the will to live as she continues to ignore me.

"Baby" this time I get my pointer and middle finger and force her chin to look up at me, I'm met with her beautiful face looking more vulnerable than I've ever seen her.

"Bella what is wrong?" I try.

"I can't do this blade, you... fuck... you deserve better than me, I'm a mess I don't deserve your love" she finishes her sentence with a tone of pure hatred in her voice but not towards me. Towards herself.

"Baby I don't care about what I deserve. I want you, the good, the bad, the sexy and the ugly. I just want you" I say, my hands travelling down to her waist as I try to hold in my need to kiss her.

"Blade I-" she begins but I cut her off "no bella, you've been through more shit any 18 year old deserves to but you've come out the other side, you have fought so hard. Don't you dare stop fighting now. Keep fighting for want you want baby, that's what I'm doing. I'm fighting for what I want. And right now, in fact always, who I want is you. All I'll ever want Aurora is you." I finish, tone raw with emotion.

"How?" She says, eyes watering.

I pause for a moment and take a long minute to just shut my gob and look at her.

She was fucking mouth wateringly, gob smackingly beautiful.

"Fuck it" I groan under my breath.

Within seconds I'm sat on the couch of the front room settee and pulling her down onto me so each of her legs are on the sides of me letting her straddle. One hand wrapped in her hair, the other on her left hip my lips are dancing with hers and my stomach is itching with excitement, butterflies and fireworks exploding in my stomach.

"All I need is you bells that is it" I whisper before sliding my tounge into her mouth and exploring her sexy fucking body with my hands.

Not one word of a fucking lie. All I need right now is her. I fear all I ever need will be her.

Grabbing both her legs, I stand up and take her upstairs to the bedroom, not once disconnecting our lips or opening my eyes, relishing in the idea that I don't need to be awake to know what her face looks like.

I lay her on the bed and finally open my eyes.

Fuck.

Aurora's PoV.

He crawls onto the bed on top of me and I suppress a whimper forcing itself out. This man is so hot.

He starts peppering hot sweaty kisses all over my face and then slowly going down, stopping when he reaches my pussy.

I've had sex don't get me wrong, one of my favourite activities. But the choice has been taken from me more times than I can count and that memory is lingering like a cloud over a flowerpatch. I feel my body tense under blades gentle touch and cringe at the fact that I know I can't do anything sexual just yet. I'm too fucking broken. I feel him instantly pause and come straight back up to look at my face, his face is contorted into a look of sadness and I can see the despair written all over.

"Bella" he whispers hesitantly as he looks down at me with sadness in his eyes. I feel tears begin to build as flashbacks start forming in my mind and I'm hit with my overwhelming reality that this is it for me. I'm broken. And no matter how at peace I feel with this baby in my belly, I will never be fixed.

I'm completely and utterly destroyed and no one can fix it.

"I'm so sorry blade I can't" I whisper lowly at the handsome man on top of me "I physically can't."

Closing my eyes so I don't have to see the disappointment cloud his face and hold my breath waiting for his answer. I feel him climb of me and shuffle off the bed, feeling disappointment surge through my system, the idea that he left consumes me and I hold back a whimper. I squeeze my eyes further shut and curl up into the fetal position ready to stay there the whole night and give my self one night to feel all my emotions. I feel the bed dip beside me and blades hot breathe fans my face. His big rough fingers graze my jaw and I feel him stroke my cheek so gently that I have to open my eyes to check it's actually him, upon opening my eyes I'm met with blades beautiful, softened face looking into my soul "baby" he grunts under his breath "I'm not going anywhere" he says.

That's all it takes.

Within mere seconds my eyes feel with hot steaming tears and I'm balling my stupid eyes out, releasing all the pent up emotions I've been holding in for 18 years. Maybe it's the hormones or maybe it's the fact blade makes me feel safer then ever before but I curl up into him as he wraps his tattooed arms around me and squeezes gently but firmly.

And I cry and I cry and I cry.

And blade stays.

He didn't leave.