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

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I love them.

***

Christian knew when he woke up that it was too quiet. He couldn't hear Elizabeth's soft snores, nor Reilly's little infant noises. He was alone, for real this time. She must've been really upset if she didn't want to cuddle.

"Ellie?" He called out. He was still kind of pissed that she was demanding he unfollow his friends. He didn't completely understand why it was necessary - she had her friends and he had his. It wasn't fair to take that away from him.

"Elizabeth!" He was getting worried. He didn't think it was that big of a deal that he had friends.

He stopped to think for a second before he heard it - the intense whirring of a treadmill going at a sprint.

Oh fuck.

Christian sprinted to his gym and his heart dropped. Ellie was sprinting on the Peloton treadmill and she didn't look so good - her face was pale but red and he could see the terrifying amount of sweat pouring down her body.

"Elizabeth you need to stop," he said sternly, turning down the machine at a safe pace. "Sit," he whispered and took her shaking body into his and carried her to the couch before grabbing Reilly from his swing.

Elizabeth's breaths were fast and labored, her hands shaking intensely. She hadn't done more than walked since Reilly was born, and she'd been running for almost an hour. She needed to lose the baby weight. She had to be at least pretty for him.

"What the fuck was that?!" Christian snapped, throwing a water bottle, banana, and protein bar next to her. "You could've seriously hurt yourself. You were being selfish."

He was so pissed. Elizabeth knowingly put herself in harm's way and their son was in the room while she did it. That was unacceptable.

"How many?" Elizabeth whispered and dried her face and eyes, snacking on a banana.

"How many what? Weeks are you postpartum? Then five. You shouldn't be doing this, Elizabeth. You haven't been cleared by a doctor," he snapped and picked up Reilly to calm himself down. "I'm so pissed at you."

Elizabeth closed her eyes and shakily stood up, tears rolling down her cheeks. "You get a pass. You get this weekend to fuck whichever of them you want. You deserve better," she shrugged and went to go to the guest bedroom, her knees buckling beneath her.

"I don't want a pass, Elizabeth. I want you to trust me," he whispered and put Reilly down before picking her up and carrying her upstairs. He felt a twinge of guilt when he felt her tears hit his neck.

That turned into a punch to the gut when he heard her sobs. "Ellie... my sweet, beautiful Ellie. What's going on? What's the matter?"

Ellie could feel the warmth of his arms holding her securely, and it just made her cry harder. She was too ugly. She was too fat, too weird looking. These other women were stunning. She didn't have a chance.

"Please talk to me," Christian said softly and crouched in front of her, trying to wipe her eyes with his thumb though they kept coming.

"How many?" She asked again, her eyes full of pure sadness. "How many swimsuit models did you fuck before me? Before Sloane?"

Christian frowned and brushed her hair back. "A lot. And none of them meant a thing to me. They were shallow, self-focused, and they were too skinny. What brought this on, Ellie?"

"I don't look like them. I never will... I'm flabby. I have stretch marks. I don't think I'll ever get my body back... I don't look like the women who turned you on," she whispered, thinking back to all of the horrible things Cameron said to her.

She felt Christian frown, and she felt his gentle hands lift her chin. "You are everything I am ever going to want. You have curves that drive me wild. An ass that gives me a boner just thinking about it. But you being sexy to me isn't what I love about you. You're gentle, caring, and so smart. You carried our baby, Ellie. Our beautiful baby boy. You made me a dad again and the second they laid our beautiful son on your chest, I fell madly in love again. You're my forever. Those models were my two hours."

Ellie let out a broken sound and clung to him. She was still hurting, but she knew Christian loved her.

"I'll unfollow them, and I'll delete all the direct messages. They mean nothing to me and you mean everything. I'm so sorry, princess."

Ellie just nodded and trembled a bit, her body still in shock from overexertion. She knew better, but her mind was telling her otherwise.

"I love you..."

"I love you, too, Ellie. More than anyone in the world except our kids."

***

Since Ellie and Christian went to Malibu for Thanksgiving and Christmas, Ellie's six week postpartum appointment was rescheduled until they got home.

9 weeks after Reilly was born. Christian had gone 10 weeks without loving his beautiful fiancé down and he was itching to. 

Everything Ellie did lately turned him on. Baby wearing? Boner. Bath time? Boner. But the coup de grace? Watching his fiancé breastfeed their son. Holy shit. Every time, he pretty much jizzed his pants and she was doing it every 4 hours.

It. Was. Torture.

"Alright, Dr. Reed," Christian was brought to attention by Dr. Allen's voice. Holy crap. This was it.

Elizabeth looked over to Christian and found herself trying not to laugh, squeezing his hand.

"If you feel healed, I feel comfortable clearing you for light exercise, coming back to work, and, yes, sex," Dr. Allen smiled, seeing Christian's reaction. "Any questions?"

"No, thank you so much," Elizabeth grinned, squeezing Christian's hand. She was probably even more excited than Christian, having not even had an orgasm for two and a half months. She was ready.

"Alright then," the doctor smiled and handed her some paperwork. "I'll see you soon."

Both Elizabeth and Christian smiled politely and nodded, shaking Dr. Allen's hand as they left.

"Your office. Now," Christian whispered, already hard as a rock. "I need you."

Ellie giggled and nodded, pulling him to her office, locking the door and shutting the blinds.

"This has to be fast," she grinned, pulling her clothes off quickly. Thank god Travis was watching the kids.

"Not a problem. I could cum just looking at my beautiful fiancé," Christian smirked, already naked with a condom on his rock hard dick.

Ellie smiled and went over to him, kissing him deeply and gasping as she was lifted onto his hips. Almost immediately he thrust deep into her, kissing her passionately. "I love you," he whispered. He was in love with this woman. Hopelessly addicted to her.

"I love you, too," she moaned, meeting his thrusts. It had been so long. She was so horny.

Christian picked up the pace, gently backing her against the wall so he could use one of his hands to massage her clit. "I love you. You're so beautiful. So so perfect, Ellie," he whispered.

"Christian," Ellie gasped, her hands tangled in his thick dark hair. She was already close. Already feeling every inch in her body tingle. "Christian, please. I'm so close."

Christian smirked and worked her, thrusting hard and deep while alternating between massaging her clit and tweaking her nipples. It drove her insane and within moments, her walls were contracting hard around him.

"Christian. Christian. Oh my god. I love you," she gasped, biting down on his shoulder as he kept thrusting until he came into the condom.

"I love you, too, my beautiful Ellie," he smiled and helped her gain her footing. "Let's go home to our babies. I miss them."

"I miss them, too," she grinned, pulling her clothes on and brushing her hair. Like nothing ever happened.

"My girl," Christian grinned, kissing her cheek as they walked out of her office.

Everything was perfect in their family.