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

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Elizabeth wanted to stay in Wisconsin for the holidays, but Christian had other plans for their family.

"We should go to California. I'd like to spend some time with my brothers. They haven't even met Reilly yet, and I know they miss Ivy."

"But Reilly's so little still, and I'd prefer not to take him on a plane with all those people," Elizabeth countered. She wanted to be supportive, but a plane was a very easy place for a newborn to catch an illness.

"I'll charter a private flight, okay? We can afford it." Christian kissed her forehead and smiled. "Please?"

Elizabeth sighed. "We can go, but commercial is fine. I'd rather not be wasteful."

She was nervous, but Christian more than deserved to see his family, and she couldn't be selfish.

***

Christian's home in Malibu was gorgeous — not Elizabeth's style at all — but beautiful. And the ocean air was doing wonders for her dried out Midwestern skin. In the end, she was happy they got away for a bit.

"Babe?" Christian interrupted her as she sat on the deck with Reilly, looking out at the water. Ivy was sitting in front of her on the ground making two of her stuffed animals kiss.

"Yeah?" she asked softly, watching Reilly doze off to sleep, his chubby cheeks so rosy and sweet.

"Dinner is ready," he informed her, walking over to help her get to her feet.

Christian carefully took Reilly from her arms. "He's so beautiful, Ellie. God, he's perfect. Look at his eyes. They're your eyes."

Elizabeth laughed. "And everything else is all you."

"No way, I'm not this handsome." Christian said, kissing his little boy before reaching down to cheekily give Ellie's butt a squeeze as they entered the house.

He loved her butt. Always and forever.

***

"Maybe you shouldn't eat that," Christian's youngest brother, Cameron informed Elizabeth as they were bringing their plates to the table to eat. He was an asshole when they met, and he was still an asshole now.

"I think I'm fine," Ellie shrugged, pretending to not really care much about what he thought. But his comments were constant, and they were starting to break her.

"Christian fucked swimsuit models before you, babe. He's going to start doing it again soon if you don't get rid of the baby fat," he whispered before scarfing down his food.

She knew she had to ignore it. She couldn't cause a scene, but her mind kept flashing back to all the comments Christian received on their baby announcement. Instagram models who wanted to fuck him so desperately. Begging him to dump her for them. Why would he keep saying no forever? He wouldn't.

They were prettier and probably fucked better. They relied on their sexuality to make a living. They were experts.

Ellie knew she was cute, but she wasn't designed to grace magazine covers. She was . . . Average. Plain. Smart. A bore.

She tried to push away the negative thoughts when Christian joined everyone at the table. "Reilly is changed and asleep," he announced happily, excited to finally eat.

Ellie would never tell him a word. She'd never hurt his relationship with his brother.

She had to deal with this alone.

***

"God, I love the holidays," Christian said, patting his flat tummy to indicate how full he was.

Ellie stayed quiet, dwelling on all the horrible shit Cameron whispered under his breath throughout their Thanksgiving meal.

She felt disgusting, and, deep down, she needed validation. She needed to know Christian still wanted her.

"Take your clothes off and get on the bed," she said softly. "And don't say a word."

Christian smirked at her. He remembered this game. And he was more than happy to play it some more. He was constantly in need of her gifts, but she couldn't give up much until their final postpartum checkup.

Needless to say, he was curious about what she had in mind tonight.

Elizabeth licked her lips as she watched him remove his clothes — never breaking eye contact with him.

He laid back in bed, his cock already hard enough to press against his stomach.

She pulled two scarves out of her carry-on bag and roughly tied his wrists to the headboard. She bit her lip when she heard him gasp, the sound turning her on even more. It was a pity she couldn't have him. She wanted nothing more than to bury him deep inside her.

She straddled his lap and looked deep into his eyes, his fiery desire giving her the validation she needed to proceed. "Baby," he slipped.

"Shhhh," she whispered, grinding against him for a moment before crawling down the bed and taking him all the way into her mouth. She wasn't wasting any time.

He immediately tried to break free from the confines, filled with the all-consuming need to touch his girl — run his hands through her hair, push her down on him. He let out a frustrated groan when he couldn't.

"Quiet," she whispered before getting back to the task at hand. She was on a mission to finish him. She needed to taste his load. She needed to taste his desire.

It didn't take long for him to let go, and she smiled as his entire body shook from the release.

"Holy fucking shit, baby," he moaned through gritted teeth once she had swallowed his last bit of seed.

She stayed hushed while untying the knots she had forged. "Baby?" he questioned, concerned at her silence.

He wrapped his arms around her as soon as he was able. "Can you unfollow all the models you're obsessed with on Instagram?" she asked, fighting tears.

"Where is this coming from, Ellie?" he was concerned. She was always so . . . Confident. She never cared about these sorts of things.

"Please," she said softly, unable to make eye contact with her fiancé.

"Sure, whatever you want, but it's insanely shitty you don't trust me." He was trying not to show his anger, but her concern was so misplaced. The models were just his friends. And Sloane's friends. He didn't want them. He only wanted his girl.

She fell asleep without saying another word.

Christian fell asleep alone and vulnerable.