Master ♡-- Jake Seresin 'Hangman' x Dark Romance

Not Leaving

--- Stella's Point of View ---

I felt my heart start to hammer as I walked over and picked up the picture that was on the counter, it was a small ultrasound and slowly I turned and handed it over to Hangman.

I watched as he took it from my hand, there was a clear look of awe and after a moment of him looking at it and putting his finger on the scan I saw tears start to well up in his eyes.

Seeing the vulnerable expression on his face I had to swallow my own tears and take a few deep breaths to steady myself.

He looked up at me, his green eyes full of emotion.

"He's real." Hangman's voice was just above a whisper.

That phrase confused me for a moment, and I found myself tilting my head to look at him curiously, he shook his head and ran a hand across his face.

"Sorry, I mean, its just so...wow."

He put the scan down on the kitchen table and walked up to me, he simply put his hand on my lower stomach, I gently leaned back and I put my hand over his and we simply stayed there for a moment, enjoying being close to one another.

After a little while he stepped forward, I breathed in his aftershave, it wasn't overpowering but it was there and he simply smelled male.

He kept on moving forward and he leaned down and kissed the side of my neck, almost as if I had no control of myself, I let out a moan and moved my head to the side to give him more access and he kept on kissing, it felt like each kiss left a burn mark down the side of my neck.

After a moment he raised his head.

"Bed?" His voice was deeper than it normally was.

I hesitate, did I want to do this, I was a married women, and I was married to a wonderful man, any women would be lucky to be married to Rooster – he was loving, loyal and forgiving...fuck he sounded like a dog.

I reached my hands forward and I came in contact with his hard stomach.

I was only human – with all the weaknesses of that, I closed my eyes.

I gently pushed him forward and led him down the hallway to the guest bedroom, when I turned to face him I saw that he realized this.

"I'm sorry...it's just." I didn't know what to say, I know to some people that a bed is just a bed to some people – but the other bed in this house was mine and Roosters marital bed – and this was wrong and I wasn't about to go there.

I felt the shift in Hangman instantly as he gently shoved me down on the bed before walking up and started to take off my shirt, I instantly submitted to him, falling into our normal pattern.

"We could leave right now..." It was a soft plea, his voice alarmingly begging.

"I'm not leaving Rooster." I was surprised at how firm my voice was, with that he let out a deep guttural grown in his lower throat and leaned forward kissing him possessive.

--- Rooster's Point of View ---

I was at my desking thinking about something that had been on my mind, I wasn't sure how I could approach this"

I wanted to ask my wife if our son could have my surname, not Hangman's.

I knew this would be a very hard thing, and I wasn't sure how it would be done legally, but I couldn't deny that I felt like he was my son, regardless of who his father is, I would get a babysitter over the weekend and make her a nice meal and talk to her about it then.