by Eden Rose
Second I found out that the baby is a girl and I couldn't be more happy. I have fond memories of my mother and I playing with dolls and I want to make fond memories with her.
I waddled down the hall from our bedroom to the living room where my daughter's dad was camped out for the whole afternoon. "Joel, I am in labor! We need to go to the hospital!" I made sure to yell as I picked my suitcase up.
My suitcase has been packed for a month in preparation for my princess to be born. In my suitcase I have my brush, toothbrush, a pair of pajamas, an outfit for my baby along with a blanket and some toys for her. Luckily, I'm due in the summer so I don't have to worry about it being too cold out.
He didn't answer me for a few seconds and I screamed out in pain as a contraction plagued through me. "Okay. You should go and I will meet you there." Joel was in the middle of having a conversation with his friends which left me to go to the hospital alone.
I drove myself to the hospital and the traffic is horrific. My car is small and compact which means I barely fit in it. By the time I make it to the hospital, my belly has been smushed into the steering wheel. The nurse ran out to help me get out and rolled a wheelchair out for me to get in.
The pain is horrendous. I laid in that hospital bed for six hours before it was time to push. The doctor came rushing in as I screamed. I screamed that I hated everyone. The doctor, even though he seemed nice, I called him a devil.
"I hate you! I know you are working with the devil! What kind of man created child birth? This is horrible!"
"Mrs. Castile! You need to relax," his cooing made me want to stab him.
A string of curse words flew out of my mouth. "Motherfuckingsonofabitchcocksuckingslut!"
Nobody said anything to the crazy woman in labor. "Okay, its time to push," he said as she placed my legs in the stirrups. "A few good pushes and you will be holding your baby!"
I pushed through the pain. "Doc! You are trying to kill me, aren't you?" I screamed at him as my last push happened.
"Oh good, I am just in time," Joel stood at the front door with a bouquet of black roses. "These are for you," he put the flowers at the end of the bed. Even though I am in pain, he still looked handsome with his hair freshly cut and a nice outfit.
I felt something move down there and it felt like a piece of me came out. I screamed at Joel. "Get out of here!"
Having him here didn't make me feel better. His presence was so heavy. The baby wasn't crying. He or she still wasn't crying as the doctor took the baby away from me. "Why isn't the baby crying?" I asked the doctor. Panic flooded through me and I literally felt something snap inside me.
"I am really sorry Mr. And Mrs. Castile, but your baby didn't make it."
*
The next thing I remember is screaming. I shot out of bed and screamed. It was only a dream! However it wasn't really a dream.
"What's wrong?" Vincent asked as he sat up in the bed.
"I am really sorry. It was a nightmare." I climbed back into bed, and Vincent reached for his phone.
"I am ordering us something to eat. And then we are going to get out of this room," he started dialing but he couldn't finish since I ripped the phone out of his hands. He looked as if I punched him in the face.
"Please," I wanted to tell him that I needed him to possess me, claim me, take me. There is this overwhelming feeling that I felt at that moment. I wanted him to make me his again. Not like before where we rushed into an engagement for an alibi or those other proposals. I wanted him to want me. To full fill me.
"What? What's wrong, baby doll?" He looked at me as I felt my cheeks get hot at my realization that I wanted him to dominate me. To not just dominate me... but make me his again.
I looked at him and then looked away. When I looked back I seen the confusion in his eyes. "Please, I need to feel you. I need you to feel me. Please, I need you to want to make me yours again." I realized how desperate I sounded. However, due to past events I really didn't care. He looked so confused that I wondered if he heard me or not.
"Savannah," I sat back on the bed leaning on the pillows as he crawled up my legs and pushed my back all the way to the headboard. "I more than want to make you mine again," as he said the words, I believed him. I opened my arms and he came into them. My mouth closed over his and he kissed me so sweetly that I forgot any of this happened. "Do you want to be mine? Is that what you are asking?" His accent is such a turn on and also when he pulled me by my knees down the bed.
I hummed my pleasure as he wrapped his hands around my knees and then slowly dragged them up until they met the apex of my thighs. "Yes, that is what I want," my breath got heavier as his thumbs brushed against my intimate lips. "More than that," I hissed out my opinion when his hands left my body aching, "I want you to be mine," I pushed my head closer to his and he grabbed my hands to pin them against the bed but then let them go. "Please? Please Vincent." My hips thrust up on their own accord when I felt Vincent lightly take my hands that I unknowingly wrapped around his neck. Ever so gently, he kissed each of my fingers as he made me wait for some sort of a response from my declaration.
His hands held mine very tightly in one of his big hands. The mere factor that he is restraining me, has turned me on so much. I will not be held responsible for my actions if this sexy man doesn't touch me right now! "I have considered you mine since I first met you and I considered myself yours from the moment that you dipped your finger into my belt buckle." The cocky smile that I love has flashed in front of my eyes and against my lips.
"I want and need this. Please, please tell me." He knew what I was asking. Vincent also knew that I didn't want to say those three words first. What he didn't know was that I felt so much emotion that I could burst.
If this were a movie I would throw popcorn at the screen due to how corny this moment is. However, when he looked into my eyes and straight through me, I didn't want to throw that popcorn. "Oh, Savannah. Savannah, I love you."
"I love you." I pulled him all the way on top of me and spread my legs so his tip was knocking at my door. With a quick lift of my hips, he slid in so softly. My head fell against the head board as he got over the initial shock of my maneuver. He put his arms around me and held onto the base of my spine as he created his own rhythm. "Oh, Vincent," I purred as he shoved himself all the way into me.
"Baby doll," he whispered and I answered his request with a look like he asked me a question. "Please look at me. I want to see you." I locked my eyes with his and moaned at how amazing he looked. His brown eyes studied my face and his lips curved into a moan that escaped him. His hair was all messy from sleep and now it will be ever messier as I slip my fingers through his hair. "Oh, baby. You feel so... good... mm." He moaned in between sliding in and out.
As I was thinking about him speeding up the pace, he must have read my mind. Vincent pulled my knees to either side of him and then held onto the bottom of my feet. The pressure and pleasure was so intense that my moans turned into pleas and then my pleas turned into screams. "Oh, wow. Vincent, you feel so good inside me." I purred as I arched my back up so he could have more leverage. Hot breath raked over the arches of my feet as he licked from one foot to the other and then nibbled on them. I moaned so loud when he took each of my ankles in one big paw of his and his tongue splashed in between each and every toe while biting the pad of my big toes. As I was clenching my sex, he gasped and dropped my feet to come up and hold me.
"Mm, I love the way you feel. So eager to accept my dick... Mm. Savannah." He moaned my name and I am not going to lie it made me feel amazing that I can make him feel like this. "Tell me."
My eyes closed as I felt a climax building. I met his thrusts and raveled in the fact that he was trying to hold himself back to for long our pleasure. I murmured a questioning noise.
"You know what I want to hear," he growls as he stabs me. Hard. Very hard.
I screamed as my climax was released and I focused on the coils that sprang through my whole body. However, there
were many things that he would want to hear. I tried to ignore his request and reach down us to rub his base with my finger.
I could tell that he didn't want to moan, however it escaped him and he shouted it out against my collarbone. "Baby... shit!" He then slides out of me and rests on his elbows while still on me. "You know what I want to hear."
"That is a loaded request, Vincent. There are many things you want to hear. Can you give me a hint?" I pout my bottom lip out and flash my eyelashes at him.
"Tell me that you are mine. I want to make sure we are on the same level before I run out and get you some clothes." He looks down at me and his strong jaw line seems vulnerable however there is nothing vulnerable with ol' Pop.
"I am yours. Please don't throw me away." I took a minute to stop and realize that I was still hurting. "I love you."
He kisses me then gets off of me to get dressed. "I will be back soon. What are you going to do while I am gone?"
I look up at him and slip into a fluffy robe that was strewn across the bed as I stood. "See if they will loan me a computer. I need to check my email and see if the broker has accepted my offer."
He looks confused as he buttons his pants and slips into his undershirt. I decided to elaborate. If we are going to do this.
"I put an offer in on an apartment on the eastern side of Manhattan. Its very secure and safe. I also like that I can afford it on my own." I stare at him as his face processes what I am saying until his phone rang.
He looked angrily at his phone but answered anyways. "Moretti." He answered. "No, I don't think that is a good idea... Are you sure you can make the trip?... Yes, I am ready to discuss this... Well, I am not sure how long we are going to be here... I guess... No, thank you for the call... I will be in touch later." He hung up and shoved his phone in his pocket. He looked at me and winked. I knew he wouldn't tell me what that call was about so there was no point in asking. "I will be back soon."
I called the front desk and asked if they loaned lap tops to their customers. Lucky for me that they do. However there is a charge of twenty dollars per hour. I agreed and they said they will be right here.
While I was waiting, I examined my face in the mirrors of the bathroom. Specifically looking at those hits I received. I understood that it hurt Vincent every time he looked at me since this is a constant reminder as to how he failed to protect me. Little did Vincent want to admit, but by his sending me away that saved my life which trumps these bruises. My face wasn't as puffy as when we arrived. We completely lost track of time and as I looked at the calender on the television, I realized that we have been here for two days and going on three.
There was a knock on the door, since I was still scared of life itself, I crept to the door and asked to see their name tag. After she flashed it in front of the peep hole, I secured my robe and threw open the door.
"Mrs. Moretti? I have your lap top that you requested. We will be back in an hour," she handed over the computer and I tipped her a ten for being nice. I didn't correct her like the sick person that I am. I liked the way the title sounds. It makes me feel as if this were a vacation with my husband. So what if I am a deluded? At least in my crazy mind, I am happily married to him. In my mind, we are in love and all is right in the world.
I skipped towards the desk in front of the window and booted the computer up. As I waited for it to turn on, I looked at the mini bar to try to find a snack. I settled for goldfish crackers and walked back to take my seat in front of the computer.
My email was filled with messages from clients and the potential. Some of them must have been in contact with Anne because they wished for me to feel better. Finally! The email I have been looking for was the sixth one in. It was from the broker asking me to call him to discuss the deal.
I rolled the chair over to the phone on the bedside table and rolled back. After plugging the number into the phone, my broker answered on the second ring.
"Greg Masters," his voice reflected all of the packs of cigarettes he smokes a day. One day, I counted three in an eight hour period. Gross.
"Hi Greg. This is Savannah Cavanough. I received your email. What is happening with the deal?" I twirled the cord in between my fingers as I heard Greg shuffle through papers.
"Yes, I have been expecting you to call me. Your offer has been accepted and you can move in whenever you are able."
"That's amazing! Thank you. I am out of town, but my colleague, Anne, can sign any papers for me."
We hung up as he promised to keep my key aside for me when I come back to town. As I wait for Vincent to come back, I went through some online furniture stores.
There's someone knocking on the door. I walked very quietly towards the door. However, I was too afraid to open in. I walked into the bathroom and covered my head under the sink.
Someone started to pound on the door. "Vans?" Its Anne!
I opened the door and she tackled me to the floor.
Chapter Four
"Oh, Savannah! I missed you!" She screamed and hugged me while I got off the floor. I can see that she is eyeing my robe.
"How did you know I was here?" I asked as she peeked her head out of the door and signaled for someone to come in. "Who else is here?"
In comes Annabeth, Bethany, Ronnie, Vinny and Johnny. All of them hugged me and walked in. I was happy to see them however I was not happy that they knew where I am.
Johnny spoke first. "Vincent called us to make sure everything was all right and these three women were dying to see you." He touched my face and I winced as he pushed on my bruise. "I am so sorry, honey. I thought they dropped the hit." He embraced me again and I cringed as he squeezed my ribs.
"Well, I am sorry that I didn't know that this was a formal affair," I said as I suddenly felt uncomfortable in my robe while they were dressed in designer suits. "Vincent left to bring me clothes. Come in, everyone!" I invited everyone in and we all sat on the bed in a line with me in the middle.
"Savannah, how are you feeling?" Vinny asked me as he reached out for Annabeth's hand.
I feel like horse shit but I'm so in love. "I hope not as bad as I look."
"So, how long are you staying here?" Bethany asked as she brushed her hair from her face and rubbed my leg.
"I am not eager to go back. However, I just verbally signed a lease," I adjusted myself on the bed to pull a pillow under my head. Never in my wildest dreams would I have expected to be laying in a bed with this many people.
Annabeth rubbed my hand and squeezed it. I squeezed back to show her that I do care. "Where did you get your lease?"
"Upper east Manhattan. Its a secured building. I am pretty excited about it."
"Well, you do know that we have your stuff at our place, right?" Anne asked me. I feel horrible, I have been so focused on myself that I didn't even ask how her place was doing.
"Shit! I am sorry. How is your apartment?"
Anne explained how her apartment was set up and Annabeth and Bethany filled me in on each of their store's business. I liked focusing on them because it took me out of my head. Even the guys began to discuss their other businesses.
Annabeth kept staring at my hands. I knew what she was looking for. However, I wanted her to be the one to ask me where my jewelry was at. She finally did.
"Vans, where is your bracelet and ring?" She asked while fingering my ring finger. I still had a bruise on my hand from being secured down during that night and I was glad she avoided the bruise.
"Vincent gave them back to me."
Ronnie coughed and sat up from the bed and looked at me. "He gave them back to you but you aren't wearing them?" He spoke as if he were baffled by me.
"He slipped them in my hand. I feel awful because I don't want to look at the canary diamond anymore." I stuttered out through a shiver. "It makes me sad and not happy like I first felt."
"Have you told him that?" Johnny asked.
Vinny spoke next: "You know the man was out of his mind during that month, right? I have never
seen him look so crazy. He didn't even sleep in his bed. It was horrifying to see how upset he was."
I looked away from all of them and snuggled into my cushy spot. "What am I supposed to say? Am I supposed to ask him to propose to me but get me a different ring? No! I think he doesn't want to do that anymore."
Annabeth choked out a giggle. "You should probably talk to him about that."
As I was thinking of something to say, the door opened and I heard bags making a loud noise. Vincent came around the corner and dropped the bags on the floor. "You guys are lucky I'm not packing right now. The girls can stay, but it isn't my birthday," he smiled at me and crawled up the bed to hug my waist. "I was waiting for you guys to come. What took you so long?" He kissed my leg through my robe and I giggled.
"These three wouldn't stop asking if we could go to Chicago too! So we took a train down here. It was pretty relaxing," Johnny replied and looked over at Bethany. She blushed and giggled.