Bound

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Four

Eleanor's POV 

"Good morning."

I blinked my eyes open after hearing the rumbling of Parker's chest as he spoke. I had my head laid comfortably against his bare chest and tilted my head up to find him looking down at me with a smile. I smiled sleepily back at him, kissing a spot in the middle. "Morning." I mumbled. 

He chuckled and pulled me up on the bed where he was situated against the headboard. I was now propped up fully against him with my head resting on his shoulder. "How was your sleep?"

"I can't really answer that when I was barely asleep," I teased running my fingers up his defined stomach. All night, I had been wondering how Parker managed to get a very nice bod. I barely see him going to the gym to work out. "But my night? Oh, it's been the best."

"I could say the same," he kissed the top of my head. He took my left hand in his, and the sun reflected off of something. It was his wedding ring. 

I stared curiously at it, examining it. Not once during our marriage had I seen Parker wearing it. Well... Not that I noticed. I always thought he put it away or something. I always had mine on whether Parker knew or not. It just felt wrong not wearing it even if I was actually married. 

Seeing my expression Parker cleared his throat. "I've always had it if you were wondering."

I shook my head and said softly, "I just never noticed." I put my hand over his with my own wedding ring. Then I started laughing. My husband looked at me with a curious look. "I'm just remembering the day where you proposed at Starbucks and we got married soon after... Now that I think about it. It's kind of sweet. Something special between us two. What type of people do that?"

He smiled with remembrance in his eyes. "I was an ass back then, hmm."

"You still are," I joked and kissed his cheek. "I love you." I couldn't get enough of saying it. 

"And you know I love you."

"Last night was everything I expected it to be," I admitted with a confident look at him. "You know I was scared at first... I mean. I don't have the best body like Mauve or her model friends with my scars from pregnancy. I thought that maybe once you saw them, you'd be turned off or... or close your eyes while we're at it they way Riley did when I had Luke."

"But I didn't," he interrupted laying me down so I could be under him and all his glory. "I'm not Riley. Please, Eleanor, don't let me hear you compare me to him ever again." I nodded ashamed. "Your birth marks?" He ran a hand down to my bare tummy and caressed them as he said the words. "They define Luke and Peyton. They're a part of you. Honestly? I think they make my wife sexy as hell."

I blushed as he said that turning my face to the side. 

"You, Eleanor, are the only woman who's capable of taking my breath away as we made love. No other woman before me has ever had the same affect on me as you did. Yesterday was our first time with each other, and it was extraordinary. Imagine the years to come as we make little brothers or sisters for our sons to play with. It'll always be better than the previous, and I can't wait to have them."

"I can't wait either," I said imagining what our life would be like five, ten years from now. "I want to say I love you, but I've already said that too many times."

"I can't get enough of hearing you say those words," he countered with a long, deep kiss.

Let's just say we didn't check out of the hotel room until late in the afternoon...