It's been 3 years since Sarah has heard that Gemma Bridges was out of prison for good behavior, and she can't seem to get her voice out of her head. It's been impossible for Sarah to feel normal as she always watches her back. Can Sarah make it thro...
Everything is all set, the welcome home dinner, the candles are lit, the air is filled with his favorite candle, 'Vanilla Jasmine' and me of course I'm definitely ready to have my man back at home.
Christian just texted me that he was on his way home, which peaked my excitement for him even more. His trip home had to be postponed for another five days I thought him and I both was going to have a fit, cause yes we do like our time apart but not that long.
A week and half is like centuries to a pregnant wife, let me tell ya!
My thoughts are interrupted when I hear the keys jingle in the door, my heart beat pounds faster at the anticipation as the door opened and my breathed hitched in my throat.
Standing there in a black t-shirt and black basketball shorts with his matching black air maxx's on was Christian Keyes, my husband.
"Christian?"
"Lovely?"
We both said at the same time as we embraced each other the best way we could, with me being 6 months pregnant and all.
I looked up at the man I fall in love with everyday, as his eyes locked onto mine. I could sense the love radiating off of him and in so little words I could see him looking and memorizing everything about me, that he's missed while I did the same, we both were talking to each other, my chocolate eyes and his hazelnut ones.
Stating our love as our lips connected, as if our lips were made of sparks.
I hear Christian release an elongated moan, that seem to have been pent up for months, as I held onto to him tightly as like if he would disappear from my arms in an instant.
After what seem like an eternity, we had to release each other before we ran out of air.
"I missed you so much babe," Christian said, as he caressed both of my cheeks in his smooth yet slightly rough hands. "I've missed you more" I replied holding on to his wrists as our foreheads touched each others. I gazed at the tattoos me and him both got a few weeks ago.
His being a small ship and mine the anchor, we got these tattoos, because Christian said I was his anchor, that keeps him grounded, that keeps him from being tossed to and fro and keeps him centered.
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Oh his ship, there's a cross much like the one that is on his chest, but it shows that I maybe the one that holds him down but God is the one who guides him.
I smiled at the thought as I feel his lips gently caress my neck, moving toward my ear, "Where are my babies?" Christian whispered into my ear, keeping the mood constant as he rubs his hands down my stomach feeling his baby girl kick instantly.
"They're spending the night with Harry and Sarah" I answered closing my eyes feeling him hum in response, "Good, I wanted to make sure they weren't home, while I make you scream" he said simply, my cheeks blushed with intensity as I bit my lip looking up at him.
