Unpredictable Love II

Chapter 121

Chapter 121

Karleigh's POV

Although I've done nothing but sleep for the past few days, my body is exhausted. The doctor finally let me go home and Harry's laid in bed with me all day and watched episodes of the Twilight Zone.

Our bodies have stayed close together at all times, only leaving each other's side occasionally.

The sun has set outside of my bedroom window and I know it's starting to get late. With one of my arms, I drape it around Harry's torso, holding him tight.

"Stay with me tonight?" I calmly request. He nods, his curls bouncing slightly.

Tension has been brewing between us lately, and I know there's a lot I need to catch up on that I've missed due to my delusional state of mind.

My eyes greedily take in the condition of Harry's body, my hand rubbing up his arm to feel the firm muscles beneath the surface of his skin.

"How's your condition been?" I quietly ask him.

Harry tears his eyes away from the t.v. and looks me in my eyes. "Honestly, I've been getting better. My bones have been slowly gaining strength."

I nod, hope building inside of me.

I don't say anything back, but Harry continues to stare at me. I sit upright and climb on top of him. Looking down on him from my position, he looks perfect. Like an angel.

His messy, disheveled curls are festooned across his forehead in the sexiest way. The tank top he's wearing, makes his body look delicious and I can feel my mouth water. I lower my mouth to his, trailing my warm kisses from his mouth, down his neck.

A small moan purrs from my mouth as I rub myself against Harry. His body immediately reacts and he's already firm beneath me. A smug grin creeps upon my facial features.

His strong hands cup my hips to prevent my rubbing movements. "Karleigh we can't." Harry resists.

My bottom lip juts out, pouting. "Why?" I fuss.

Harry doesn't reply with words, but his hands reach up to remove my shirt. I adjust my position slightly so it's easier for him to remove my clothes. I'm certain he has given up.

When his massive hand reaches out and rests on the swollen skin of my stomach. I lower my eyes to my large abdomen that I almost forgot about. Blurred memories rush through my mind from after the accident.

Pink stretch marks are trying to form on the bottom of my stomach from the developing infant in my womb.

"We can't...right now." He repeats.

I start to climb off of Harry, but he holds me in place. His green eyes are burning into mine, and his mouth opens. "You said you were putting it up for adoption." Harry whispers, a sad edge to his tone.

"I know what she said." I whisper back.

"She?" Harry asks confused.

"The old me, with the forgotten mind. She's not me. I never would've forgotten you, I never would disown my own child. I know what she said, but she isn't me." I promise him.

Twinkling light ignites behind Harry's eyes and I can tell he's trying to contain it, but his excitement is too much.

He crushes my lips to his and tangles his fingers in my hair. "God I missed you so much. I love you." He proclaims.

I can't even reply, my head is spinning from his powerful kiss. "Likewise." I mutter.

Nerves flutter through me and I look desperately down to Harry. "I don't know if I'm ready to be a mother though..." I whisper.