by Liv Morris
The room gets loud with congratulations and excitement. Mother and the rest of the women hug Abigail. Father shakes my hand and congratulates me. I take Lucas in my arm and place my free arm around Abigail. “Also,” I start to say, “I’m officially Lucas’ dad!” His eyes go wide and holds on tightly.
“Oh Jacob. Abigail. This is incredible. Congratulations to you both.” Mother says.
Abigail leans in to kiss me. “Start of forever.”
“Always.” I kiss her back and look at my future. Abigail and Lucas have shown me it’s possible to fall in love again.
Epilogue
5 years later
Abigail
“Dad, hurry up! The line’s getting longer!” Lucas runs to the ride and squeezes his way through the crowd.
“Sweetheart you better hurry or else he is going to go on without you.”
“Oh! Lucas wait.” Jacob gives us a kiss and chases our son down the path.
I put our two-year-old daughter, Addison, back in her stroller. “Ready to go follow daddy and Lucas?” Addison lets out a small laugh and wiggles her feet in the air. The ninety-degree weather keeps us hot but it feels great to be in Disney World again with my family. I push the stroller over to Space Mountain and think back on our life together. We’ve been married for almost four years now and things are incredible. Jacob’s everything I’ve ever wanted and needed. He treats Lucas wonderfully and when we found out we were pregnant, the light in his eyes grew with love and happiness. I close my eyes and think back to those long months with Addison growing inside of me.
The pregnancy was difficult and my body wasn’t handling it well. I was losing weight and threw up all the time. My blood pressure was either too low or too high. I was in and out of the hospital but no matter what anyone told me, I was keeping our baby. It broke Jacob apart when he saw me in pain. He didn’t work during my pregnancy and it was hard because we cried nearly every night trying to figure out why my body was reacting the way it was.
One night after dinner, I felt sick and dizzy. When I stood up, my water broke and Jacob stood there looking at me. We panicked and I refused to move. She was too early. Through the commotion and chaos, I was in my own world and couldn’t hold on to reality. We got to the hospital in record time and I was in labor for six hours. With the final push, we didn’t hear her cry. Jacob looked at me and held my hand. I screamed and demanded to hold her but the doctors and nurses had to rush her to the NICU. Addison was twelve weeks early and we were scared that she was going to die. We were devastated when she had to be placed in the NICU. Jacob remained calm and helped me through the hard times. Addison was in the hospital for six long weeks and I never left her side. I sang to her and told her over and over again how much I love her. Each day broke me but the strength of Jacob kept me going. Lucas was sad for us but never left our side. The day we brought her home was one of the happiest of our lives. My family was whole.
“Mama push!” Addison’s excitement makes me laugh. I push a little faster and hear her laughing and telling me to go faster. I will never grow tired of hearing her laugh. We watch Jacob and Lucas get on the ride. I take Addison out of her stroller so she can get a better look. “Dada! Lulu!” Jacob hears his daughter’s squeal and looks over. Both of my boy’s wave and Addison starts jumping up and down in my arms; her eyes remind me of Jacob-big and full of love. She adores her father and always wants to be near him. Daddy’s little girl.
“Ok sweetie calm down,” I laugh. “Dada and Lulu will be here soon.”
“Now mama! Now!”
Oh my little diva. After a few minutes, Jacob and Lucas get off the ride and walk towards us. “Hey buddy did you have fun?”
“Yeah but dad screamed like a little girl. Can I just ride these by myself?”
“Hey! First, I didn’t scream like a little girl. I was kidding around and second, just for that I’m riding all the rides with you.”
“Mom!!!”
“Alright come on let’s get lunch.” I hand Addison to Jacob; she won’t stop reaching out for him.
Lucas takes over pushing the stroller. We follow our son through the crowds. Jacob puts his arm around me and kisses me on the side of my head. “I love you sweetheart. Always.”
“I love you Jacob. Forever.”
Thank you so much for reading Teach Me Love! I hope you enjoyed Jacob & Abigail’s story. Please be sure to leave a review from the ebook store where you purchased Teach Me Love. I truly enjoy reading your thoughts & it means so much to me.
Remember to always shine & never give up on love!
Teach me love playlist
Perfect by Hedley
I Wanna Love You by Donell Jones
3. Teach Me by Musiq Soulchid
4. Angel by Akon
5. Little Things by One Direction
6. Lego House by Ed Sheeran
7. Be Your Everything by Boys Like Girls
8. You Found Me by The Fray
9. A Woman Like You by Lee Brice
10. Crash My Party by Luke Bryan
11. Sex Therapy by Robin Thicke
12. RIP by Rita Ora
13. Beneath Your Beautiful by Labrinth
14. Rebirthing by Skillet
15. Wonderwall by Oasis
16. How’s It Going To Be by Third Eye Blind
17. Treasure by Bruno Mars
18. Crazy Girl by Eli Young Band
19. If I Didn’t Have You by Thompson Square
about the author
Saoching Moose, writing as S.Moose, is a contemporary romance author living in Webster, NY. She debut as an author on June 7, 2013 with Reaching Out For You. She lives with her lovable and supportive husband.
A 2011 graduate from St. John Fisher College, S.Moose loves to read and write. When she’s not in her writing cave, you can find her hanging out with her amazing family and friends.
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Other Contemporary Romance works by S.Moose
The Never Letting Go Series
Reaching Out For You-Book 1
Holding Onto You-Book 2
Next to Forever (Releasing Jan 2014)-Book 3
Releasing in 2014
Vision of Love-Infinity 1
Stay
The Value of You
Entangled
Evolve Series, Book 2.5
A novella by
S.E.Hall
Copyright 2013, S.E. Hall
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Sommer Stein of Perfect Pear Creative
Editor: Erin Roth, Wise Owl Editing
Book Design: Brenda Wright
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This book is intended for mature audiences only.
To My Fabulous Four...who always rock my world!
People probably think streets like this don’t exist anymore. I know I did. But as Dane and I drive down Elmhurst Drive in his shiny silver Roadster, top down and an unusual Georgia breeze in my hair, the neighborhood looks downright picturesque. All the lawns are perfectly manicured with huge maple tress dotting the area and 1428 loves pink, evidenced by the rows of flowers lining the walkway. I glance sideways when I hear his chuckle; his tan, smiling face looks back at me, a flirty glint in his dark eyes.
“You trying to break my fingers, baby?” he asks, lifting our joined hands between us.
“Oh, sorry.” I blush, relaxing my grip, seeing that the ends of his fingers are now crimson.
“It’s okay,” he kisses the back of my hand,
“I know you’re excited. I’m glad.”
The street is a dead end cul-de-sac, a community basketball hoop in the circle, several young boys playing a game there now. Two older men watch the game from their lawn chairs parked nearby and wave to us as we climb out of the car. I giddily wave back, once again earning Dane’s lighthearted laugh. The whole scene is worthy of a “Welcome to the Neighborhood” brochure and makes me smile, already feeling homey.
My duplex is precious, red brick with white shutters and a large bay window right in the front; I literally bounce my way up to the front porch. The landscaping needs to be touched up, the hedges are way overgrown and all the plants looking half-dead since no one’s lived here to keep it up, and I can’t wait to do just that. I look over and notice Bennett’s already got a sunflower flag flying proudly over her porch next door and it just makes my fire to get started burn brighter—I have my own house to fix up! I’ve never been so pumped about a project in my life!
“You ready to go in, Miss Walker?” he teases in my ear, swatting me playfully on the butt.
My “yes” turns into a squeal as I’m swept up, bride-style, in his arms. “Then go in you shall,” he responds before leaning down to kiss my lips and carrying me over the threshold.
I love everything about the place, from the long list of things that need to be done to those which are only necessary to make it mine. As we wander from room to room, my excitement spills over and I start to tell Dane my ideas.
“I think in here I’ll paint it softball yellow and then draw red stitches all along the top, like a border.”
“I think that’s the worst idea I’ve ever heard,” he groans, backing away from me as he says it—good idea.
“Don’t hold back, Dane, tell me what you really think.” I cross my arms over my chest, because he just lost his boob ogling privileges with that comment.
He’d bought this duplex for me, sick of the 11pm curfew that often can’t be “worked around” in the dorm, not to mention it’s a closer drive to his house, strategically located at almost the dead middle between Chateau Kendrick and GSU. But, he’s being a bossy boots caveman—a trait he’d kept somewhat hidden until he felt absolutely comfortable with me—and shooting down all my top notch decorating ideas.
“Baby, if that’s what you really want, go ahead, but it sounds gaudy and juvenile, and you have to think of resale. When it comes time for you to marry me and move into the big house, we’ll have to make the room look normal for potential buyers.”
Some girls probably would have heard “marry me” and melted right where they stood, fanning themselves and batting their eyelashes.
Not this girl.
“What do you mean gaudy? Juvenile?” I mock and shrink him on the spot with my glare. “Just because it’s not black, white or gray,” (yes, I’m referring to the sterility of his house right now) “doesn’t mean it’s ugly. I think it’d look cool and you said this was my place. I should be able to decorate it how I want.”
I’m not pouting, really. I’m standing with my legs braced apart with my hands on my hips and a scathing frown on my face—ready to spar.
“And the other bedroom?” he asks, patronizingly calm.
I wave a hand and scoff, “do whatever you want with it. Go absolutely crazy with your three-color palette.”
And now for the zinger that’s really gonna get him.
“Men shouldn’t know how to decorate anyway, using words like gaudy.” I let one brow raise and give him a suspicious smirk. “Do I need to learn how to fix the cars then? What if I get a flat?”
“Oh, baby,” he growls, his feet pounding the floor as he stalks toward me, “are you questioning my manliness?”
“Maybe,” I tease, slowing backing up, “Nancy.” My eyes dart anxiously around the room, mentally planning my escape route in this new territory.
He laughs deeply, not a “ha ha, that’s funny” laugh, but more an “uh huh, I’m coming to get ya” sexy laugh. “Got it planned yet?” He grins knowingly, one eyebrow cocked. “Better run to wherever looks the most comfortable.”
There’s no furniture yet, what is he talking about comfortable? Seeing the confusion on my face, he answers unasked.
“I’ll be showing you how much of a man I am when I catch ya,” he creeps closer, “so I’d stay away from the tile, it might hurt your back,” the mischief in his eyes ignites as he continues moving slowly closer, “or your knees.”
Do I still have to pretend I don’t want to be caught? I love this side of Dane and I love that the dominant, controlling, hunter comes out more and more every day.
The game’s precept itself is laughable; no one could question Dane’s virility. It seeps from his pores, an aura around him that takes up all the air in a room. And he’s all mine. From his forever-jostled brown locks and matching warm eyes to his cocky, lopsided grin to his sculpted chest, all the way to his tight back, that irresistible V and toned, tight ass—he is mine.
“You wouldn’t!” I challenge, knowing delightfully well that he would.
“Oh, baby, you know I can and I will.” He flips open the button on his pants, that cocky grin suffocating me from where he stands. “And I think you want me to.”
The man is a degree of hot and sexy that cannot be measured and I’m instantly aflame, tingly and wanting, every single time I look at him. And when his dominating stare is fixed on me, telling me I’m helpless to stop him when he wants me this badly, my ability to move, think, or possibly resist leaves me. I am but his for the taking, whenever and however he wants.
I shake my head back and forth, biting my bottom lip in the way that I know drives him crazy. “Do not,” I say throatily, barely above a whisper.
Only Dane makes me forget that not too long ago I was simply a girl; a scared, unsure, shy girl a long way from home. With him, as his, I am anything but. He revealed the true me—a confident, sensual woman ready to embrace all that makes me feel alive.
I cut my eyes right, staring at a deceptive destination, waiting for him to take the bait, then juke left, squealing like a schoolgirl in a slasher film as he grabs me. He never even flinched right, stepping in front of me effortlessly, growling into my neck as he swings me in his arms.
“You’re mine now,” he warns in a deep, sultry timbre.
“Wasn’t I already?” I breathe out, pulsing from head to toe just from his touch, his tone, his command.
“Mmm hmm, but the chase makes it so much sweeter. And now, baby,” he hoists me up by his strong hands spanned across my ass and my legs wrap around him of their own volition, “we’re gonna christen your carpet.” He goes down to his knees, still holding me tightly against him as he slowly lowers me to my back, laying his body across mine.
“You can’t be serious!” My moan betrays my protest as he suckles my neck, hands still kneading my backside. “There aren’t any curtains. Someone could see us!”
Another interesting fact I learned about Dane after the first time—he wants it all the time. Anytime, anywhere, any way…now that the seal is broken, my man can’t be stopped.
Can I get an Amen?
His warm breath fans across my already sensitized flesh, raising goosebumps and triggering a pull in my core. “If anyone peeps in your windows, I’ll take care of them later. And,” one hand slides to the front, snapping open my jeans, “we can keep it as discreet as possible.”
“You’re insa— Oh, Dane,” my breathing is labored and stuttered, his fingers deliciously teasing me, “discreet could work.”
“I love it when you see things my way.” He lifts his body off me slightly, the loss of his heat like an arctic blast. “Pull ‘em down, baby, just enough.”
I comply with his demand wantonly, no longer caring where we are, raising my hips off the floor and pushing only my jeans down to the middle of my thighs.
“Good girl, so discreet,” he teases as he looks down at me with a mischievous curl to his mouth and a growing flame in his gaze. “Now let’s see if I c
an do the same.”
Watching through my lust filled haze, he reaches in his back pocket, tossing a condom packet by my head. Seems he had this christening planned all along. Still balancing himself on one forearm above me, a hand slides in between us, easing down his zipper, pushing his pants and briefs down in the front. If a peeping Tom did happen upon us now, we might get away with the infamous “we were just making out and his jeans are baggy” defense.
He pulls the neckline of my shirt down with his fingers and the cup of my bra with his teeth, his mouth finding the center of my bare breast quickly. “See,” he points out huskily as his tongue circles my hardened point, “shirt still on. I’d never let anyone see you but me, Laney, ever. But this is happening, right here, right now. I want you.”
“How are we—”
“Shhh.” He silences me by covering my mouth with his, greedily seducing my senses, grinding against me and kissing me as though he may never get to again. Everything with Dane is intense, always; even an afternoon quickie on the carpet, he finds new heights to take me to. “Want it, baby?” he asks, rubbing his rock hard length along my saturated panties, one hand tight again on my ass, pushing me into him. “Say you want it, Laney, tell me.” His voice is edgy, he’s losing his control.
“Yes,” I reach down, slipping my hands into the back of his loose jeans and grabbing his firm ass, digging my fingers into the hard flesh, “I want my Dane, so bad.”
He rolls the condom down himself in milliseconds, the most dexterous man ever—it’s quite impressive actually. “Move your panties to the side,” he growls, voice and eyes hazed with lust and hunger, both imploring me before he leans down to suck along my chest, my throat, frenzied and impatient. “Do it, baby, just pull ‘em to the side, I need in you.”