Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

His face falls and he drops my feet back to the floor. “Oh.” He frowns.

I smile softly up at him as I push the hair back from his face. “I thought you couldn’t wait for my period to come. Remember, you thought your life was over last week.”

He chuckles. “Hmm.” He holds my face and kisses me again. “After my initial freak out, I kind of liked the idea of having my baby inside of you.”

My heart stops, and my eyes search his. This is it, everything I ever wanted is here with me.

The water runs down over his face. I’ve never seen a more beautiful man.

“I’ll give you a baby one day,” I whisper.

He smiles. “Promise?”

I nod and wrap my arms around him tight. Oh, this feeling of closeness between us is so strong.

It’s a tangible force...all encompassing. We hold each other close for an extended time.

His hand eventually slides down and grabs my behind. “Is it one day today?” he asks, his playful tone returning.

I pull back and frown. “That depends on which one day you’re meaning.”

“The one day when you give me anal?”

I laugh out loud. “You idiot.” I flick water at him. “This is a romantic moment and you’re wrecking it.”

His eyes blaze with mischief and he pins me to the wall. “I’m deadly serious. We need to fuck, angel. You have three choices of where you get it.”

He bites my neck and I laugh as he ravages me. “Spencer Jones, you are a sex maniac.”

He growls, cau

sing goose bumps to scatter up my spine. “But I’m all yours.”

* * *

I punch the code into the security gate.

1105

The large metal gates slowly open and I feel my nerves rise. The boys are in the car behind me. I’m driving Spencer’s car today. I wanted to drive myself to Nottingham this time.

Don’t ask me why, because I don’t even know what significance me driving myself here even has.

But it matters somehow.

Spencer doesn’t know I’m here. I dropped him off at work this morning and told him I would pick him up. He didn’t ask questions as to why I wanted his car but that’s Spencer for you. He’s supportive of my every decision, even if he doesn’t know the reason behind it.

I didn’t sleep last night. I watched the beautiful man beside me instead, going over his childhood and the way he suffered at his father’s lack of conviction.

The way he cares for me, the way he makes me feel, the way he’s tenderly teaching me about myself and my body…

I love him.

And sometime in the middle of the night, I had an epiphany.

I will never lack conviction in my love for him. I will never put him second… not even for my family.

I’m here to move my stuff out. I’m moving in with Spencer today, and if they don’t like it, they can lump it.