Can't Fall in Love Without You (Christian Yelich)

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Elizabeth had gone eighteen months without using a single vacation day, but she was cashing in a week's worth of PTO to join Christian for his last major road trip of the season to Miami and Atlanta. She had promised him, and she wasn't someone who ever broke promises. She was so busy at work, but making Christian happy was important to her, too.

So, here she was, waiting for Christian in his hotel room in Miami after a long and stressful flight, playing with his beautiful 10-month-year-old daughter who was becoming more and more vibrant by the day. "Mama," she would say on repeat. Sometimes it was hard for her not to believe it. Sometimes it still hurt to look at her face and not think about what she had given up . . .

But she wasn't Ivy's mama. She knew that. She probably just wasn't meant to be a mama. She wouldn't put Christian through the pain again. She wouldn't try to be his model wife.

She got Ivy ready for sleep. Changed her diaper. Sang her a lullaby. Gave her a kiss that made her smile so big. All the things mamas do. But that privilege wouldn't be hers. Ever.

She got ready for bed herself. Slipping into a pair of short, thin cotton shorts and a tank top and crawling under the covers.

She was about to drift to sleep when she heard voices in the hallway.

"You coming out, Yeli?"

"No way, man, my girlfriend's here." She had never heard him refer to her as his girlfriend before, and she could practically hear the smile in his voice when he used the word. They never even used those labels with one another, but she smiled when she heard it, too. How could she not? She knew they were exclusive, but girlfriend seemed so real.

"Get it, man," the mystery voice finished before she heard the hotel room door shut.

"Ellie? You awake?" Christian asked, flipping on a light.

"Yeah," she murmured, sitting up in bed.

Christian beamed at her, stripping down to his boxers and crawling in next to her right away, seeing that Ivy was sound asleep. "You made it," he whispered, moving closer and wrapping her up in his arms before kissing the top of her head. "How was Ivy on the flight?"

"She was great. She mostly slept and smiled at strangers. She's perfect, Christian. You're such a good dad." She gave him a peck on the lips before nuzzling into his broad chest.

"I didn't raise her alone, Ellie. You were here the whole time," he whispered. "She's perfect because of you." He hated that she never included herself in the equation. That she'd never own who she actually was — his daughter's mom. He accepted it awhile ago. When would she?

She didn't want to cry, but she couldn't help it. The tears still hit her at random times. She still hurt. It had been over a month since losing her baby, and it all still hurt.

"Would I have been a good mom?" she asked through her tears.

"Ellie, of course . . . You are a good mom," he slipped. "I just . . . Wasn't ready. I'm sorry. I love you more than anything . . . I just . . . I couldn't lose you. You're my everything."

"Am I really your girlfriend?" she asked, joking through her tears.

"No shit you're my girlfriend," he chuckled. "What else would you be?"

***

Christian woke up early and watched his beautiful girlfriend sleep. He kissed her exposed shoulders tenderly, which elicited a "Christian" from her sweet lips.

He moved his arms around her and slid his hands up her shirt and over her stomach, and her response was to press her ass against him. He moved his hands higher, gently brushing her nipples, and she pressed even harder.

She was definitely awake, and he was definitely hard as a rock. He had to do something about it. "Baby, can I have you?" The "baby" was a slip up, but she was his baby. His sweet, loving baby.

"Please," she whispered.

"Take off those shorts," Christian replied, standing up to remove his boxers and grab a condom out of his wallet.

They hadn't had sex since losing their love, and Christian knew he couldn't fuck this up. He needed her to know how much he loved her. He caused her so much pain.

He slid back into bed and wrapped his arms around her. His hand went lower to seek the wetness between her legs. She was soaked, and he couldn't help but moan at how ready she was for him. She couldn't help but moan when he gently inserted two fingers inside of her. He moved them in and out before sucking off the juices.

"Christian," she whined, mourning the loss of his long, skinny fingers.

He chuckled. "It's just that I have a better idea," he mumbled, dragging the tip of his dick up and down her cunt, causing her to say his name yet again. He loved it.

He tore the condom open and wrapped himself up before spooning her against his body and entering her. He went slowly, wanting her to feel every inch. His mouth went to work kissing her neck and shoulders and telling her how much he loved her. She wanted her to feel loved . . . because she was.

His slow, lazy movements transformed into deliberate, harder thrusts while his large hands covered every inch of the front of her body. His eyes focused on her ass, near where he entered her, and he almost lost control just seeing the image of his dick getting lost in her core. It was always such a sexy thing to see.

His right hand went to town rubbing her clit, moving in circles hard and fast. He always wondered if he could make her squirt, but maybe now wasn't the time to solve that mystery.

"I love you, Elizabeth. I want to feel you let go, baby." Baby. He was going to reclaim it.

Elizabeth was meeting each of his thrusts, her hand grabbing the edge of the mattress tightly. She screamed his name when she let go, and Christian followed suit when her walls quaked around him.

"Let's go again," he said with a smirk almost immediately after releasing his load.

And Elizabeth couldn't wait. She loved him, and she loved the way his huge cock felt buried deep inside of her.

***

"You can't wear those," Christian said with a grin, referring to the shorts Elizabeth was wearing to conquer the Miami heat.

"Why not?" Elizabeth asked in confusion.

"I need to hit a 98-mile-per-hour fastball, babe, and all I'm going to be able to think about is how badly I want to eat that ass."

"Christian!" she exclaimed.

"I'm sorry, but it's true. In fact, I think you should slide them off and bend over right now."

She laughed and started to put together Ivy's diaper bag. "You're the one who was just telling me how late we are." She smiled at him, as he went to pick up Ivy from the pack and play.

"Fiiiiine," he whined. "But you have something fun in store for you later."

"Okay, Romeo," she laughed as they made their way to Elizabeth's rental car so they could get Christian to the stadium in time for practice.

***

The Brewers beat the Fish 2-1, and it was overall a very good night at the park for Elizabeth and Ivy. His teammates were so kind to her before the game — asking her all sorts of unassuming questions, happy to meet the woman Christian "raves about." It was a very different experience than meeting his family all the way back in December.

She couldn't believe how fast time was flying now that she was in love with Christian Yelich.

"You ready to go, babe?" Christian asked her as he exited the clubhouse with a couple of the guys. He immediately relieved her of a very sleepy baby, giving each of his girls a little kiss.

"Thanks for everything you do for us," he said sweetly. "Also, hope you're ready for tonight." He winked at Elizabeth who was cracking up at his not-so-smooth transition.

"Can't wait to see if this lives up to the hype."

It did.