Beg Me Angel
Page 19
“What do you want me to make you, eggs, french toast. . . Pancakes?”
“Ooo, pancakes, yes, pancakes. Can you make me those little silver-dollar ones?”
Cocking my head, my lids lowered. “Really? I thought you were starving?”
Vera giggled, waddling to the couch and lowering slowly with one hand on her back and one bracing the arm. “I am, so make me a whole damn platter full.”
I loved seeing her pregnant, I loved knowing that my child was growing inside her, that we were forever connected by more than just our emotions.
I loved this woman, and I would do anything for her.
“You got it.”
I heard her groan, mumbling to her belly. “You need to stop, this is getting ridiculous.”
“You okay?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder while I whipped the batter in the bowl.
“Yeah, he's just using one of my organs as a punching bag. Oh, don't forget, my family's coming for dinner tonight.”
“Don't worry, I didn't forget. I got the deer hanging out back, thought maybe Chris could help me gut it.”
Making a loud gagging noise, she spun in place, giving me a raised brow. “You're not serious?”
“Why? You don't think he'd enjoy that?”
Shaking her head, she stuck out her tongue. “I don't know, but I don't want to think about our dinner being gutted.”
Chuckling, I rolled my eyes. “Fine, I guess we'll just have to eat the lasagna Sara's bringing. But—” Spinning on my heels, I held out the spatula, aiming it at Vera. “I will not enjoy it, not one ounce of it.”
Vera giggled as a huge grin painted across her cheeks. “You're right, you won't enjoy it, Sara's making it. Maybe you should gut the deer anyway, just in case. We can have emergency venison on hand.”
Pouring tiny, quarter-sized droplets into the hot pan, I watched them carefully for little bubbles. The tops began to sizzle, blowing up and popping. Flipping them over, I felt her hands slowly work around my waist.
“Don't burn them, the baby doesn't like burnt pancakes.”
Her stomach pressed into my spine, fitting into the arch. A small foot, or arm, I had no way of really knowing, bumped me softly. “I think he's going to like it here, what do you think?”
Her face leaned over my arm, her nose inhaling a long breath of pancake aroma. “I think he's going to love it. Have you thought anymore about a name?”
“No, you hated my last suggestion.”
“Babe, the name Winston is like two hundred years old.”
Laughing, I lifted the spatula and smacked her lightly on the cheek. “That was my grandfather's name.”
Gritting her teeth, her lips drew down. “Sorry, I didn't know, but the answer is still no.”
“Alright, what are you thinking?”
“Greyson.”
“Greyson? Are you sure about that?”
“Yeah, say it all together.”
“Greyson Paxton Cleaver. I actually like it, I like it a lot.”
Slapping my shoulder, she smiled big. “Excellent, it's settled then. Now I can call him a name and not just boy or baby.” Rubbing her belly, she leaned against the counter.
“What do you think your mom's going to say when you tell her the name?” Scooping her pancakes onto the plate, I handed it over before the hunger in her eyes decided to devour me instead.
Snatching the plate, she plucked a pancake off the top and popped it into her mouth. “I think she's going to love it.” A single tear balanced on the edge of her lid, slowly falling down over her cheek. “And my dad would love it too, who wouldn't want their grandchild named after them?”
Wiping her cheek, I held her face. “It's a perfect name, Vera, it was meant for our son.”
Smiling, her eyes twinkled as the thought of her father washed over her face. He would always be with her, it didn't matter if he wasn't here to hug her, to tell her he was proud of her; a father's love never left.
When she told me about how he used to always look for the silver lining, it floored me. That phrase had never crossed my mind until I wrote her that letter. A shiver had scaled my body when she told me that, forcing me to question the real nature behind fate.
Was fate something that was already burned into your body from birth or was it something that someone else could manipulate?
I couldn't help but wonder, I couldn't help but question the role her father played in her life, in her thoughts, in her future.
Maybe I was over thinking it entirely, but in a way, it felt like so much more. It felt like her father had a hand in all of this. As if he had brought me to her to save her, as if he had brought her to me to make sure she would always be safe.
As if she meant the world to him and he wanted to give it back to her when she was about to lose it. If fate was something that existed and if everything happened for a reason. . . Then I knew, we were meant to find each other.
I was never going to take her for granted, I was always going to make sure Vera knew how much she meant to me.
I loved her smile, her laugh, the way she snorted when she was laughing so hard she couldn't breathe. Vera was my world, the small child growing inside her was our legacy.
My life was finally perfect, it was right in every way. I couldn't ask for more. I had a beautiful woman by my side, a child I would love unconditionally, and my woods.
What more could one man need?
There was only one answer to that question; nothing.
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