Destined For Them (Story 3)✔

~20~

~Caroline~ 

"Do you like them?" Sol asked me the next morning as he watched me from the doorway  of our closet in nothing but a towel and water still beading his skin. I was standing in front of the mirror, half dressed for the day, and had my body turned away, marveling over the red stripes on my ass and thighs. There were only a few, made by his belt the evening before. He'd certainly dealt with my ass for jumping him in the back of Nick's SUV.  After we spent the evening in his study, calling back some potential new employees for the boutique. 

A flush warmed my cheeks and I ran my hand over them. "I do." It hadn't nearly been a true punishment. Just play. We'd both enjoyed it. Being bound to our headboard afterwards had been a delightful treat; the sting of my hot skin rubbing against the sheets and Sol's teases...and then once again, my world was being rocked by what dangled between my husbands legs. Put to sleep. 

"It wasn't too much?" He stepped into the closet and came to me. My attention was pulled elsewhere, when he knelt in front of me and pulled me close...laid a gentle kiss on my bloating belly. The fact that he always took our babies into consideration while in the bedroom, made me love him so much more. 

"No. I feel fine. I have an appointment today. They took my blood last time and we will get to know what we have growing in there." I was nervous, I'd already mentioned this a million times in the last week. Lydia wanted sisters. Christopher, brothers. Sol was so sure that girls would rule. 

Before he could moan and groan some more about he and Chris being overtaken by females, his cell phone started to ring in the bedroom. With one last kiss on my belly, he was up and hurrying to get it. I listened as best I could to the muffled conversation as I grabbed a dress for the day. Thank God the rain had cleared, replaced by a beautiful Spring day. 

"Who was that?" I asked when he was coming back to the closet with a frown. I knew exactly who it was and a plan was set in motion already. Thanks to my sneaking down to the kitchen last night to raid the fridge after Sol had fallen asleep. Nick had been at the island, on his computer. It had given us privacy to make The Plan.  

"Nick. He said he had something to take care of this morning." That frown wasn't happy. I slipped into my dress and watched him go to his hanging suits. "I pay them all, too well to get phone calls like that on such short notice," He grumbled, taking a dress shirt from a hanger. 

My brow lifted and I laughed. "Really, honey? Nick is always with you. You can't forget that they have lives too, you know?" Which was all true but I knew that Nick had absolutely nothing to do this morning...Nick was waiting a few miles up the road for for me. 

"I also can't forget that you had a stalker, got kidnapped, held hostage by a psycho. And then our daughter got kidnapped...and then I got shot. Not to mention, the guy who did it is still out there. So forgive me, for wanting  to protect our family..." 

"You're being a snob." 

Sol stopped before he could make it to his shoes and frowned at me. "A what?" 

"Take Tobin or Thomas. Just...take your pick, baby. Some new company."  It's not like there wasn't two others to choose from. That frown turned into a scowl that I wanted to squirm under. 

"I like Nick. Did you call me a fuckin' snob?" 

I rolled my eyes and slipped into a pair of flats. When he started to inch towards me, I went for the exit. "Just get dressed and go to work. And stop whining!" I grabbed my phone and purse and rushed out, away from his very venereal stare. When I made it downstairs Thomas and Tobin were sitting at the kitchen table, as usual, having coffee.