Brandon Stevens' Pauper Princess | Book I |

Chapter 29

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Brandon's POV

Passenger Seat Playing. . .

I look at her and have to smile as we go driving for a while. . .

Her hair blowin' in the open window of my car and. . . .

The corners of my mouth twitched in a smile, listening to Hannah's humming along the music being played on the radio. She twirled her hair around her finger, oblivious she's being watched.

As we go the traffic lights, watch them glimmer in her eyes. . .

In the darkness of the evening and. . .

"I've got all that I need," I whispered under my breath and smiled, realizing just how lucky I was to be with this girl. And she's my wife.

I focused my attention back to the road, smiling to myself. I steered the wheel to make a turn, although my eyes were away from her, my ears were not, keen for the sound of her sweet voice filling my heart, her soft breathing.

I was aware of her every movement as though she was part of me, connected by heart.

Everything was going smoothly. We grew closer together and I began to let her break down my walls.

She influenced me in every way, she taught me how to be a better person. And my family noticed the significant changes in me even my employees.

Long hours were spent together sharing secrets, speaking of our lives, childhood, family. We laughed and made love in the most passionate way and I realized I didn't want to let her go anymore.

I bought a yacht for my wife too, for our honeymoon. I hoped she'd like what I had in mind about our little private vacation. I wanted to sail the waters and make love to her in the sea, sounded romantic. It was a surprise though. I planned to have our honeymoon next week.

"Husband," She said sweetly.

"Yes, wife?"

She rubbed her baby bump lovingly and met my gaze. "Have you thought of any names for our baby?"

"Oh, haven't thought of any. Besides we don't know yet if it's a boy or a girl, let's decide once we know,"

"I want to name it Princess or Prince, what do you think?" She said as though she hadn't heard me.

"Wife, I don't really mind about the name as long as the baby's healthy and you too, I must keep you well rested from now on and try not to overwork you every night."

She blushed under my thick gaze and she fanned her face.

"But it's alright, the doctor said I have to do some exercise to help me when I give birth,"

"No, it's not. I think it's best that I move into the other room again to prevent myself from exhausting you too much." I teased but maintained my serious expression.

"You will not!" She protested stomping her feet. "You know I can't sleep when you're not beside me."

She pouted. I chuckled and sent the car into a halt in front of the house.

I faced her.

"Then get used to it. I don't want our baby coming out with eyebags!"

That made her laugh aloud and I was entranced by the sight of her merry face. So beautiful and simple. Just Hannah, no pretentious covering of mouth as she barked into laughter.