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Chapter 42 Ryan's POV

I hang up the phone still holding Ella in my arms. I can tell she doesn't want to pressure me and I appreciate it.

"It's not too late, did you want to go out for dinner or order room service?" she asks.

"You've been here all day, let's go somewhere," I tell her before kissing her soft lips.

I'll never get tired of her resting her head on my shoulder as we sit in the SUV taking us to the restaurant. Her small hand fits perfectly in my large hand, our fingers intertwined. I kind of wish we could go on a long drive, feel her calm energy healing the wound left by my father. Unfortunately, the place wasn't too far from the hotel and before I knew it she moved to get out of the car. The blue top she's wearing looks amazing on her, a smile appears on my lips watching her walk into the restaurant in front of me. She turns around and grins after telling the hostess we would like a booth. Soon we're sitting face to face looking at the menu. We both decided to go for tacos. The waitress fills our glasses with water and then disappears leaving us looking at each other in silence for a minute. Being around her is peaceful, comforting. I reach for her hand running my fingers on her palm.

"My sister was sick," I say, she listens. "My father blamed himself and started drinking more and more every day. If you ever want to try to have a baby again, I won't be like him, I promise."

"I know you would be a good father, Ryan. We haven't been talking about it but I don't think I want to make a decision right now if that's okay with you." Her hand captures my fingers squeezing them. I'm relieved by her answer. With everything that happened, I didn't know how to tell her that I think we should take some time to think about it before moving to the next step.

"Of course, baby. I was thinking the same. I hope you can see how happy you make me, I love you so much," I bring her hand to my lips for a kiss.

Food is brought to our table distracting us from our conversation as we devour our plates, I hadn't realized how hungry I was. Her eyes stare into mine as she licks sour cream the got on her finger giving me a coy smile afterward. She knows what she's doing to me. She swipes her finger in sour cream again, brings it to her lips to lick it. A low "mmm" is heard making my pants feel tighter. The waitress startles me suddenly standing by the table asking how everything tastes. "Good, so good," Ella says in a sexy tone. "Fuck, she's trying to kill me!" I just smile at the waitress before giving my love a smirk. No matter if we're happy, sad, stressed out; sex will forever be a huge part of our relationship. "What? I was talking about food!" She tilts her head trying to look innocent. "There she is going from vixen to adorable kitten in under a minute again." I try to ignore my raging hardon taking a bite of my taco, salsa gets on my fingers. Taking hold of my wrist, she brings her head down to suck on my fingers, one by one looking into my eyes. "Fuck!" I say under my breath making her giggle.

After the waitress brings the bill, we go outside, the car will be here in a minute. I see Ella checking her phone, her face goes pale, she looks around us. "What's up, babe?" I ask as the SUV stops in front of us. She pulls me into the car in a hurry. "Okay, you're making me nervous now, what's wrong?" I ask. She hands me her phone where I see a text that says -How was the restaurant? We need to talk, Ella. "How the fuck does he know?" I lash out wrapping a protective arm around her. The drive to the hotel seems to take longer than usual. Keeping my arm around Ella, I lead her back to our room. My heart is racing, a million questions are popping into my head all at once. "Who the fuck is doing it? And why? I must keep Ella safe!" I get her to call her phone company to change her number right away, only share the new one with her close family and friends. We work on updating all passwords on all accounts. We call the police station again to report the update. The officer tells me I should maybe get in touch with my credit card provider thinking they might have access to the charges on my card. "What the hell, we have a real stalker on our hands!"

Once everything we could think of has been taken care of, I walk to the couch drained only to see Ella's hands shaking as she's closing the curtains. I walk up to her. "Hey, hey, come here," my arms wrap around her small frame rocking her back and forth. "You're safe with me, we will figure out who is doing it and it'll be alright." She nods against my chest. "I'm bringing you to set tomorrow and I'm hiring a bodyguard for you," I tell her. "What? You don't even have one and you're the famous one!" She looks up at me trying to argue. "I'm not famous! And because I love you and I want to protect what's mine. You, Mrs. Faulkner Taylor, will NOT argue with me, do I make myself clear?" My tone is stern. She needs to understand I'm worried about her safety. The creep has been asking to talk to her, I won't allow it. "Only if you get one too, you're tall and strong but I still worry about you, it's only fair," she tries to compromise with pleading eyes. I sigh cupping her cheeks, I guess I can do that if it'll make her feel better. "Okay, I'll call Laura right now." She keeps her hold around my waist tight preventing me from moving, I bring my hands to her back pulling her against my chest. "Sorry, just one more minute," she whispers. Her perfume feels like home, her hug seems to make time stop for a moment. Taking a deep breath she steps back going to her computer. I'm assuming to take care of whatever needs to be done so she can come to work with me tomorrow. Laura helps me with my request, I need to give her a raise for helping me find two bodyguards within an hour. Both are flying here tomorrow.