by Jordan Marie
She owns me.
61
Diesel
“We should shower more often,” Rory murmurs, hours later, as she stretches lazily against my body.
We’re in bed, the sheet over us, our bodies warm against each other and for the first time in my life… I’m at peace.
“I had that same thought somewhere along the time you wrung me dry,” I murmur.
Rory moves her leg across me and then hefts her body so she’s lying on me. I look down at her and taking in her smile and the look in her eyes, I can see I’ve done it. I don’t know how, but the ghosts and worries that have been reflecting back in those green depths are completely gone now.
“I love you, Noah.”
I cup my hand underneath the fall of her hair, I let my finger slide back and forth along the apple of her cheek.
“What do you want, Rory?”
“What?” She sounds confused, but I just keep staring into those green depths, knowing in my soul that I would do anything for this woman… Survive, wage war, work my ass off from sun up to sun down, just to make her happy.
“What do you want? I want to give you everything. Tell me what you want, Gorgeous and I’ll bust my ass to make sure you get it,” I tell her.
“Noah, you can’t,” she says, softly.
“I can. I don’t care what it is. You tell me and I’ll fucking get it for you, Rory.”
Her tongue darts out to lick her bottom lip and her eyes study me carefully. I let her see it all. I’m an open book with this woman.
“You truly mean that?”
“I mean it.”
“Sweetheart, you can’t.”
“I can, I—”
“You can’t, Noah, because you already have. Everything I’ve always wanted, you’ve given me. A home, love, Ryan… I’m living the dream I’ve always had and you gave that to me.”
“Thank you for giving me another chance,” I tell her, my heart so full of emotion, it’s pounding inside of me. “If you hadn’t… If you had left me…”
“I didn’t have a choice, Noah. I love you too much. I couldn’t live without you.”
“Thank fuck for that, but I think you’re wrong,” I tell her.
“About what?” she asks, with a soft smile. I can’t stop myself from kissing that smile, kissing my woman.
“I’m the one who couldn’t live without you. I only came back and survived, because I knew you were waiting.”
Tears spring up in her eyes, and this time she kisses me, her tongue sliding into my mouth, as she gives me her sweetness… her love.
“Although, I do want more children and there’s a chance you didn’t accomplish that in the shower, earlier,” she teases when we break apart.
“I’m old, after that workout, I need time to recover, but Gorgeous I’ll give you a solemn promise.”
“What’s that?”
“I’m going to make sure our home is filled with babies and I’ll love each and every one of them, and their mother until the day they put me in the ground.”
“I promise to love their father and them in this world and into the next,” she says softly.
“Is this a competition?” I smile.
“No,” she whispers, her face growing serious, but still filled with a softness, love radiating in her eyes. “It’s a vow, because a love as strong as the one we have can’t die. It will last forever.”
My hand clenches in her hair and I let her words runs through me, filling any cracks or crevices that she hadn’t already healed. There aren’t a lot of empty spots these days. That’s because of the miracle that is Rory. Still, right now I’m so full of peace that my own tears of happiness reflect in my eyes. I can feel them and I know she can see them.
“That it will, Gorgeous. That it will,” I promise, and then even though I didn’t think I had it in me, I make love to my woman again, because just like she has from day one…
Rory makes miracles happen.
Epilogue
Rory
Six Months Later
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“Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday dear, Ryan, Happy Birthday to you!”
We all sing the song together and I watch as my little boy blows out the candle.
“What piece do you want, baby?” I ask him, moving in to cut the cake.
“I want this one!” he says, pointing to the one with the most icing. Somehow, I knew that would be the one he would pick.
“You got it,” I laugh. Dani hands me a dish with ice cream; I take it and deposit Ryan’s cake beside it and give it to him. “Here you go.”
“Thanks, Mommy!” he says, enthusiastically. His little face lit up in happiness.
He just started calling me that two months ago, right after Noah and I got married. We had a quick, civil ceremony at the courthouse and then a wild party here at the club, followed by definite, drunk sex. I found that not only is Dani smart, she is also very right. Drunk sex is the best—for many reasons.
Every time he calls me mommy, it hits me, but today it does even more so. I find my eyes tear up and I smile so big that my face hurts. I feel Noah’s arms go around me and he kisses the inside of my neck, while Dani takes the knife and gives me a wink. Noah pulls me away slightly, tilting my head up to look at him.
“You okay, Gorgeous?”
“Unless you can die from happiness, I’m perfect,” I whisper and he kisses me softly.
“You deserve all the happiness in the world,” Noah responds and I know he really believes that because he does everything in his power to make sure he gives it to me.
“I love you, Noah.”
“I love you, too, Gorgeous.”
“Mommy! Daddy! Aren’t you going to eat cake with me?” Ryan asks, intruding on our moment, which is fine, because Ryan is our world.
“You got it, Bub,” Noah laughs, and we take our cake from Dani, sitting down beside him. He has friends that I thought he would sit with, but instead he climbs in between me and Noah.
“This is an awesome party!” he says excitedly. “Did you see all of my presents?”
“I did,” I laugh. “You get to open them after cake.”
“I can’t wait! I hope one of them has that dinosaur I wanted, the one that really growls,” he garbles, through a mouth full of cake. Noah looks over at me and winks, because he knows that he does indeed have that dinosaur.
“Is that what you wished for?” I ask him.
“What? Nah. I wished for something better than that!”
“What did you wish for?” I frown, hoping he won’t be disappointed. I could have sworn that’s the only thing he had been asking for.
“Mom,” he whines and dang it, I love it more every time he calls me that. Those dang tears spring up again and I try to wipe them away before Ryan can notice. My little boy though, he’s like his dad and he notices things way too easy. “Why are you crying?” he asks.
“Cause you called me, Mommy,” I blubber, without thinking.
“You don’t want me to call you, Mom? I thought you were now,” he whispers, his face falling.
I reach over and pull him into my lap, before that thought can settle into his mind.
“I love it when you call me Mom, Ryan. It makes me so happy that sometimes it just overfills and I cry… because…”
“Cause why?” he asks.
“Because if I had one wish I would want nothing more than to be your mom forever,” I promise him.
“Teacher said if you tell people what your wishes are, they won’t come true.”
“Well, I am your mom now and I plan on being your mom forever, so I think this time the teacher is wrong,” I assure him and Noah laughs, ruffling Ryan’s hair as he scoots in closer to the two of us.
“In that case, I’ll tell you what I wished for,” Ryan says.
“What’d you wish for, Bub?”
“I wished for a baby sister!” Ryan announces.
“A sister? Not a brother?” Noah
questions.
“Nah! Dakota and Tyler say that having a sister is the best. Girls need us guys to watch out for them and make sure they’re safe, Dad.”
“Well, they’re right,” I tell him.
“Yeah, Little Leah is very lucky to have them,” Noah agrees.
“And me too! I help them, but it’s not the same cause she’s not mine. So I need to have my own sister,” Ryan says.
“Hey, Ryan! Come over and open the gifts,” Dakota urges.
“Can I?” he asks looking at me and Noah.
“Go ahead, Sport,” Noah tells him.
Once he leaves, Noah pulls me until I’m sitting in his lap and he takes his plastic spoon and feeds me a bite of birthday cake. I swallow it down watching his face the entire time.
“That’s quite a boy we have,” he says.
“Yeah,” I whisper.
“You think we should tell him he’s going to be a big brother now, or later?” he asks and my stomach flips. I took a home pregnancy test two days ago and it was positive. We went to the doctor today while out picking up Ryan’s cake, and it was confirmed. I still feel like I’m on cloud nine.
“Maybe we should wait and tell him later. I think he has enough presents for now and besides…”
“Besides?” Noah prompts.
My hand goes down to my stomach and I swear in that moment I can almost feel the life inside of me. Noah’s comes over mine and I look into those beautiful brown eyes that I fell in love with in Montana—on a sunny day that seems like a million years ago—and I smile.
“Besides, I like sharing this magical moment with just you, for at least one more day,” I whisper. “We’re going to have a baby, Noah.”
“The first of many,” he says and I jerk, my eyes going wide with shock.
“Define many,” I murmur.
“We have to keep up with Dani and Crusher and they seem dead set on adopting all of the kids everywhere. But, I figure I could be happy with a smaller number…maybe ten,” he says with a shrug.
“Uh…. I don’t think I can handle having ten kids—at least not naturally. I mean adoption is a little easier on the body than labor, I’m thinking.”
“So, we’ll adopt the others and celebrate when the adoption comes through by having sex, and making a child the natural way.”
“That sounds like you have it all planned out,” I laugh.
“Someone once gave me the secret to the perfect relationship, Rory.”
“What was that?”
“A little give and a little take.”
“I thought you said the secret to a happy marriage was a blowjob every morning,” I mutter.
“That too,” he agrees.
I just shake my head.
“I love you, Noah Westin Cross. God knows why, but I do. I’ll love you for the rest of my life and for eternity after that.”
“I love you Rory Cross, I wanted you as a little boy and the reality is better than any dream I could have dreamed,” he vows.
“Mom! Dad! Look! I got my own camera! It does selfies!” Ryan squeals. “Let’s take a family picture!”
He runs over and gets between us and holds the camera up high. Noah helps him to steady it as we move in close together. Ryan snaps the picture and when I look on the screen it’s perfect. The three of us, my hand over my stomach, touching the spot where my child is resting.
A family.
Life can’t get any better than this… when Noah leans over and kisses the top of my head I realize I might be wrong. Every day I spend with Noah will just get sweeter and sweeter.
I just know it.
The End For Now.
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