Blake and Ava must fight for the life they want, even if that involves risking it all.
Series Order: Baby Steps, Colossal Jump, Moving Forward, Little Leaps and Passing Motions.
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CHAPTER ELEVEN
Blake's hand slides over the curve of my hip as he tugs me close. I claw at the sheets but eventually; I give in and allow him to shower my body with delicate kisses. His fingertips trail over my skin, creating tickles in his wake.
"I love you, Mrs. Rivers." His lips brush against my shoulder. "So damn much."
"Thank you, Mr. Rivers." I grin. "I love you always."
His hand slides over my thigh and I shove him away. Hurt flickers through his green eyes as I coil into a ball. I clutch my stomach and bury my face into the soft pillow.
Blake's fingers slide under my shirt and he strokes my back. My toes curl and I suck in a deep breathe. Everything is fine. The world is not spinning. I will not puke on these nice sheets.
"Are you okay, baby?" His voice is soft and comforting.
"Yeah, just a stroke of nausea."
The sinking feeling settles in the pit of my stomach and I frown.
"You're probably hungry." He chuckles. "It's been longer than an hour since you've been awake and you haven't eaten."
"And I wonder who's fault that is." I giggle.
"Or maybe you're pregnant." He grins.
"Mm, maybe that too."
I shove his hand aside and slide to the side of the bed. Blake grabs my wrist and tugs me back. I flop onto my back and glare at him. His green eyes are vibrant with happiness. Blake shoves my shirt up and kisses my stomach.
"I don't know if you exist yet, but if you do, stop making your mother feel sick. She loves you so much and doesn't deserve it."
Blake looks up and grins.
"Do you feel better or should I be more stern?"
I slide my fingers through his brown hair and smile.
"No, you were perfect." I grin.
"Do you want to come to the shops, or stay in and rest? I can bring you water and some food."
"I'd rather come shopping with you."
"Okay." He nods.
He leaps up from the bed and offers me his hand. I happily accept and he pulls me up. I wrap my arms around his neck and press our lips together.
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Blake sorts through the packets of blueberries in the pursuit of the best ones. I lean over the shopping trolley and take deep breaths with the hope that I don't vomit the glass of water I drank.
He places a punnet of blueberries in the trolley and stands beside me. Blake places his hand on my lower back and his thumb traces small lines against my t-shirt.
