Forever (Fallen 3)

“Then why were you so upset?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I guess it just brought back bad memories for me.”

“You can’t let bad memories ruin your view of a place,” he cupped my cheek.

“I know,” I sighed, placing my hand over his. “I’m sorry I let my feelings overcome me.”

“Don’t ever apologize for having feelings. That’s silly. Your feelings are what make you human.”

“You make it sound like you don’t have feelings,” I looked up into his silver gray eyes. They were warmer today.

He sighed. “I have feelings. They’re just not… I don’t know how to describe it. It’s different somehow. Everything is so much more powerful; love, hate, sadness, it’s all different when you’re human. I guess it’s the monster coming out in us that keeps us from feeling certain things.”

“You’re not a monster, Jonathon,” I stroked the side of his face. “Monsters can’t feel love.”

His cheek relaxed into my hand. “That feels heavenly.”

“You are my heaven.”

The next week was paradise. In two days, though, we’d have to leave. I wasn’t looking forward to it. I loved this house. After the initial shock of being in my hometown I had grown content. I missed our family but not enough to leave this little oasis where it was just me and Jonathon in this bliss filled bubble. I sighed and rolled over in the bed. I traced the muscles in his stomach, the smooth v. He sighed and closed his eyes. I laid my head against his silent chest.

“I never want to leave,” I moaned.

“Me neither,” he said. I could feel the rumble of his voice through his chest. “But it’s not like we’re never going to come back. This is our home now too.”

“I guess we’re lucky. We have two homes where some people have none,” I inhaled the delicious scent coming off his skin.

“You’re right.”

I sat up in the bed and looked around the room. In just a week this place had already become home. But I guess when you’re with the one you love they’re really your home. I knew Jonathon certainly was.

I put my hand to my mouth a sudden wave of nausea overtaking me.

“Are you okay, principessa?” asked Jonathon, his brow wrinkled in concern. His hand rubbed my neck.

“Umhmm,” I shook my head yes. “But I think we might need to go to the drugstore today?”

“Why?” asked Jonathon his concern returning.

I looked over at him and all his perfection. He really was a god or an angel. He was far too perfect.

A small, slow smile, spread over my lips, “Because, I think I’m pregnant.”

Chapter Seven: Gift from Above

A smile spread over his face. He sat up and brushed a hair behind my ear. “Really?” he asked.

“Yeah, I think so. It’s still early though. So, we’ll have to get a pregnancy test today.”

He smiled again. He pulled me down on the bed, from my sitting position, so I was lying beside him. He kissed me.

“Are you happy?” I asked.

“Of course. I’m ecstatic.” He put his hand to my stomach. His silver eyes looked up to meet mine and I was sure we were both wearing the same mystified expression. “Our baby?” He questioned in wonder. I put my hand to my flat stomach, to the miracle that might be growing inside me. “Get dressed,” he commanded, slipping from the bed. “We’ll go to the store right now.”

I smiled, “You’re the best husband, vampire, soul mate, ever.”

He chuckled and slipped into a pair of jeans and plain white shirt from the dresser. Jonathon had taken the time to have a personal shopper pick up a whole wardrobe to stock the closet and dresser so that when we come here from Rome we wouldn’t have to pack anything and vice versa. He thought of everything. I climbed out of bed and put on a loose fitting green dress and cream cardigan.