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Unlike common belief, I’m a giver. I just take more than I give.
Since Elsa’s discharge from the hospital, she’s become a new person. For one, she’s more open about her affection for me. She’s more demanding when it comes to what she thinks is her right, but most of all, she’s all in as much as I am. I can now feel it when she opens her eyes and smiles instead of frowning. When she hugs me instead of pulling away.
The need to possess her beats under my skin and claws in my bones. It’s more than an obsession or even an addiction. It’s light in the darkness burning me from the inside out. The more she holds on to me like I’m her anchor, the harder I fall into her warmth.
Being with Elsa is exactly like it was ten years ago. She always brought peace to my chaotic head.
First, she engraved herself under my skin, then in my brain and then into my heart. She made a cosy place for herself in there. Now, that damn thing only beats for her.
“I’m keeping my promise, too,” she murmurs. “You’re not the one proposing, I am.” I groan, pulling her and the stupid bucket into me. “I’m going to fucking marry you, Elsa. You’ll be my wife. My family. My fucking home.” She nods several times, tears shining in her eyes. “You’ll be my home, too, Aiden. Always.”
Elsa is mine. Fucking mine. Just like I’m hers. Always.
I know he’s just checking my heartbeat — like he does every day. Actually, he sometimes sleeps with his head on my heart to make sure it’s working properly.
He’s become such a constant I can’t breathe without anymore.
Forget love and adoration, Aiden is fucking air to me. He’s everything I want in life and more. For that reason alone, I move onto my tiptoes and plant a kiss on his lips. He grins with boyish charm.
I love his attentiveness and his protectiveness. Hell, I even love his possessiveness sometimes. I love all of him.
“What do you want most in the world, Aiden?” “You.” He doesn’t even miss a beat. I smile. “What else?” “You healthy and happy and fucking mine.”
“Aiden?” “Hmm, sweetheart?” “I’m pregnant. Six weeks, to be exact.”
“You’re pregnant.” He stares between me and the ultrasound as if to make sure. “Yes, Aiden.” I cradle my stomach. “I’m carrying your baby.” “You’re carrying my baby,” he repeats, slowly approaching me.
He stares at his hand and slowly strokes my stomach.
“I’m over the moon. This is the best gift you could’ve given me.” I press my lips to his. “I love you.”
“You’re the best gift I’ve ever been given, my queen.” “And you’re mine, my king.”
