Crave Her Curves

“Water?”

“I hope that’s okay. Unless this is a celebration?” I can fake drink the wine until I tell him the truth.

“It’s fine. Water, pop, wine, drink whatever you want.”

Is this so he can break up with me? I hate how my heart seems to break. Tears fill my eyes, and I quickly look down so he doesn’t see.

Chapter Seven

Mitch

I can’t stand to see her cry, and the moment she bowed her head, I knew she was trying to ward off tears.

Reaching across the table, I hold her hands and will her to look at me.

When that doesn’t work, I beg her to.

“Baby, look at me. Don’t do this. I want to see your pretty eyes.” So far tonight, it’s not going well. First, I screw up by being late home. Then I catch her staring at the spare bedroom with no furniture, and I worry she wants to leave me. Then, because I’m late, I can’t take my time in the shower with her.

My dick is in desperate need to be inside her, and instead of enjoying the fun, I’m stuck having to rush her along.

Then to make matters worse, her dress molds to every curve, which only serves to scream at me for making these stupid reservations. I could cook for us or order out. Only, I wanted this to perfect.

I should have known anything perfect for us, would be with just the two of us.

“Don’t cry.”

“It’s nothing.”

“You look like you’re going to cry. That’s not nothing. It’s something.”

“I’ve got something to tell you, and I’m afraid.”

My heart trips over. I can’t believe how quickly this woman unravels me.

“Tell me after I ask you something,” I say. I need to do this now, as otherwise I’ll lose my nerve.

Keeping hold of one of her hands, I reach into my pocket and grab the ring.

“Ava, I love you. I know I’ve not told you, but I do. The truth is, I paid off your father’s debts to make sure he didn’t interfere with us. I want you all to myself, and I have for some time now. I know you’re only nineteen, but there’s no one else I could ever want. I’ll give you everything, if you just say yes.”

The tears that were in her eyes start to fall, and I feel like the biggest fucking loser around.

“What?”

“I want you to marry me, Ava. I want you to be my wife.” I’m aware of people staring at us, but I couldn’t give two shits. The only person I care about is the woman staring at me in shock. “I kind of need you to speak.”

“I’m pregnant.”

Okay, I wasn’t expecting that. “You are?”

She nods, sniffles, and glances around the room to see we’re being watched.

“Hey, hey, ignore them. We have every right to be here as well.” I hold her hand a little tighter. She only needs to focus on me. “I love you. I want to marry you.”

“But I’m pregnant.”

“Look at me, I don’t mind. I think that’s fucking brilliant.” I pick her hand up and kiss her knuckles. “I want to have a family with you. I want to have it all with you. Every single moment of my life I want it to be with you, not with anyone else.” Getting up from my chair, I crouch down beside her, wiping away her tears. I can’t bear to see my baby cry. “I love you more than anything else in the world.”

“You do?”

Placing my hand over her stomach, I smile. “Yes. We’re going to have a baby?”

“Yes, I took a test. We’re going to have a son or daughter. I don’t know which.”

“That’s why you didn’t want the wine?”

“Yes. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Gripping the back of her neck, I pull her close, kissing her lips. “We’re going to be doing this together, that’s what. You, me, and our child.”

Kissing her again, I once again wish we were at home, only we’re surrounded by people.

I sit opposite her as the waiter comes to take our orders. I let Ava order first before giving him my own. I don’t care about the food.

“You’ve not answered my question,” I say. I’ve still got the ring, and she gasps.

“Yes. I want to marry you. I want to be your wife.”

I slide the ring onto her finger, and I’m not surprised to find it fits perfectly. Exactly how I knew it would.

There is no backing out now.

She is my wife.

Around the restaurant there are rounds of applause, and I bask in them as I lean over the table to cup my fiancée’s face. She kisses me back with an equal passion, and my dick hardens. I don’t even care where we are anymore. There’s only one woman for me, and it will always be her.

The waiter brings us out our food, and I hold Ava’s hand as I eat. It’s awkward, but right now, knowing she’s pregnant, I don’t want to let her go, not for a single second.