Sven Filthy Modern Vikings

No one can understand how the whoosh of air is wrenched from my lungs with that one word. There is a buzzing in my ears as my heart beats like Tarzan. ‘Tarzan knock up Jane’. I am feeling that primal. It’s not until she brushes past me to walk out of the Chalet, that I come back to the present. Stalking after her, I grab her hand before she makes it to the sand Jeep.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” I ask, pulling her back to my front.

“Don’t walk away from me precious. I’m sorry I was stunted for a second. But it’s not because I am not happy about the baby.” She turns in my arms, her eyes latching on mine trying to see what’s inside. I don’t move because I want her to see it. I want her to see the love, devotion, happiness, and fierce battle mentally I am harvesting.

“Really? Your happy about the baby?”

“Yes! Baby. I am so fucking happy. It has been my very thought every time I put you under me.” Rolling her eyes at me, she smirks and wraps her arms around my neck. My arms encircle her waist.

“I’m glad you’re happy Sven, because my heart has never been so full. Knowing I am carrying your baby is amazing.” Her eyes tear up, causing me a moment of panic.

“Don’t cry baby. I love you so fucking much. Besides, you don’t have time to cry. We are getting married immediately. I don’t mean when we get back home. I mean tomorrow. Here. I know the judge on the island. He can get us a license today and we will be married by tomorrow.”

“No!” I turn looking behind me, refusing to believe she is talking to me. Why would she be? But when I turn back to her, she is staring at me like I just told her Charlie Hunnam is an adulterer.

“NO? What the fuck do you mean, NO? It wasn’t a question Cymion. We are getting married tomorrow.”

“No, Sven. I got married for the wrong reason once before. I won’t do it again. Not even for the father of my baby.” Ah. Now I get it.

“Precious, look at me.” I lift her chin and wait for her eyes to meet mine. There is so much pain and confusion in hers. “Why do you think I brought you here? It’s not just to fuck you twenty ways from Sunday. This is where I was planning to propose to you and marry you within the week. Learning that my baby is inside of you has only upped the timeline.” She looks at me with such uncertainty that it almost kills me. I could slaughter her fucking family for putting such doubt in her soul.

“Really? You were actually going to ask me before you knew?” Her voice is so full of hope that it guts me.

I think now is the time to show her the ring. Without saying a word, I walk her back to the bedroom and sit her down on the bed. Reaching over and into the side table, I pull the box out of the drawer and drop down to both knees. She gasps as her hands fly up to her mouth. Her eyes filled with tears show the smile her hands are hiding from me.

“Cymion Nicole Gentry. You are already my everything. Will you now do me the honor of being my wife?” I open the box and show her the three-carat emerald cut on a platinum band with blue sapphire diamonds on each side.

“Sven. Oh my god. It’s beautiful.” She cries as I slide it on to her finger.

“It is said to belong to my ancestor, Frigg. She was the Goddess of Love and fertility. Appropriate, wouldn’t you say?” She is nodding her head as she chuckles. “Is that a yes baby?”

“Yes Sven. I love you so much. Thank you for loving me back.” She hugs me and though I would love to make this moment about so much more, I know and feel she simply needs me to hold her.

“Lucky for you, my divorce was finalized at the beginning of this week.”

“I know.” Uh oh. That might have been the wrong thing to say. I can feel her still in my arms as her head lifts slowly.

“And how the hell do you KNOW, Sven?” Damn. Me and my big mouth.

Chapter Six

Cymion

I pull away from him as he starts to stutter out an answer to me. “Seriously, what the fuck, Sven? There is no way I can do this again. I can’t be with a man who knows my next move before I do. It’s too much. It’s not sexy or whatever the fuck you think you’re doing.”

“Please don’t get mad at me for caring about you. And don’t you fucking dare lump me in the same category as your bastard of an ex.”