GoodReadChapter 0452 “Za...” | trail off when he wraps his arms aroundtightly and rests his head against my shoulder, taking a deep breath. | lean back against him, placing my hand over his arms as reach up with my other hand, placing it on his muscular bicep.
“You didn’t cback,” | murmur.
“I'll always cback, you know that. | just needed a bit...” I nod as | lean my head against his. “You know... maybe I'm not even pregnant,” | say softly, “But you might be.” | nod my head. “You aren't your mother or grandfather...” | murmur quietly, knowing it is part of how he feels. “I know you will be an incredible alpha and father because I've seen you care for others...” “Or you see way too much fucking good in me,” he murmurs. “I was raised to kill, and it's something that | would do every tthe need arises. Willingly. Do you really want a killer to be around your kids?” | frown as | turn in his arms and cup his face. “Zade... our kids. And yes, | would trust their lives in your hands.” ooo “Would you though?” he asks, his voice low and cold as his expressions becchillingly calm.
Frowning, | stare back into his eyes. “I would.” And | mean it.
| don’t know what words | can convey to make him understand, so instead | tug him close and claim his lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
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His hand wraps around my waist as my shoulder presses against his chest, feeling his cock against my hip as | turn sideways, slipping my legs under his raised leg, getting as close as possible.
We kiss for a few heated moments until | break away, gasping. He brushes my hair back, pressing his forehead to mine. “If you are, you will keep it.” It's a statement, not a question.
I look up at him. “I would love to, | don’t see how | can take a child's life when it’s not its fault. that it was created... but | also respect your outlook, if it helps to know, then | want you to know that | won't force you to be involved anymore then you want to,” | answer quietly.
His trauma runs deep even if he denies it, but | truly don’t see him being cold or hostile. towards our child, because he cares for others, he just doesn’t realise how much good there is in him.
That would be pretty tough when | won't really be away from you... or is that the fucking plan?” he asks, cocking a brow as he reaches over for the coffee, and | sit up slightly, resting my head against his chest.
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“I'm scared too... with everything going on, if I am, | will have to be extra careful.” | sigh, accepting the cup he offersbefore he reaches for the other one.
want too, for you. | “If you are... you need not worry, | will take care of you... and the child you want too, promised you that.” | watch as he takes a gulp of the coffee and know that he would be an incredible father... he truly would be... but until he’s ready, I'll take this at his pace.
“Thanks.” “For what?” he asks, placing his empty cup down and looking down at me, the scent of coffee lingering on his breath.
“For not trying to forceto get rid of it- | mean, if | am. Goddess, imagine us having this conversation and I'm not .I laugh cutting it off when it sounds loud in the night.
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Although I think | am pregnant... but until I know for sure, | can’t say.
“It is your body, even if ideally, I'd not want a kid... | can't really tell the one carrying it to just get rid of it and I shouldn't have expected anything else! You would never do that...” he trails. off, but | almost feel as if there's more to the sentence, but | don't push it, for tonight this is more than enough.
| snuggle against his chest, inhaling his scent that is mixed with mine from our sexy time earlier as I sip my coffee smiling softly as | gaze at the flowers in the garden beds. Imagine that... a little Zade or Valerie... | won't tell him, but imagining him with our little one in his arms makes my heart race with excitement.
“I have my eye on you, Little Mate, don’t get ahead of yourself.” My eyes fly open as | look up at him, trying not to look like someone caught red-handed.
“Oh please, | was not,” | lie, smacking his chest before | drink my coffee, glancing up just in tto see a ghost of a smile touch the corner of his lips...
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