I smile into his chest. “I love you,” I whisper.
I feel him smile above me. “I love you too,” he replies.
“We can have six children,” I breathe.
I feel him smile again. “You say that like it was ever a question,” he replies.
I smile.
“That was always happening, Marx.” He picks up my hand and kisses my fingertips.
“Joshua,” I ask.
“Yes, presh,” he replies.
“Do I have any say at all in the way our lives turn out?” I ask.
I feel him smile broadly again. “Funnily enough, no,” he murmurs. “I’ve got it all planned out.”
I bend and bite him on the chest. “What do I have a say in?” I tease.
He smiles into the darkness again. “Right now?” he asks.
“Yes, right now.” I act serious as he rolls me onto my back.
“You get to choose whether I stand or kneel as I fuck you doggy-style.”
I giggle loudly as he brings my leg up around his hip. “What’s it going to be?” he asks.
“Standing please,” I smile. “I would like my life to be given to me hard.”
“Got it.” He bites me on the neck as I squeal in laughter. “Hard life, coming straight up!”
The sound of the echoing alarm rips me from my sleep.
“Fuck,” Joshua snaps as he jumps from the bed. Huh? I sit up in a start. It’s the middle of the night. What’s going on? We arrived back in LA from Willowvale late tonight after dinner and have woken to an alarm that is sounding through the house. It’s deafening. Joshua tries to switch on the lamp and it doesn’t turn on.
“Fuck, the power’s cut,” he whispers.
My eyes widen, huh? What the hell. I am suddenly wide awake and sit up immediately. Shit, shit, shit.
“Get in the bathroom!” he snaps.
I jump out of bed and start to try and find my clothes in a panic in the darkness.
“Get in the fucking bathroom and lock the door,” Joshua whispers angrily.
“I have no clothes on, Joshua.” I start to jump around in fear and Joshua grabs me and pushes me through the dark room into the bathroom, naked.
“Lock the door!” he snaps.
“No.” I grab his arm and try to pull him in with me. “Stay in here with me,” I plead.
“Stop there.” I hear Ben’s voice yell out over the alarm.
Oh crap, what’s going on? Joshua and I stand perfectly still as we try to listen. A glass vase smashes and Joshua roughly pushes me into the bathroom as I try to hang onto him.
No, what’s going on? “Joshua, stay here with me please,” I beg as I hold onto his arms to try and force him to stay with me. A large banging sound comes from downstairs and a few different men’s voices ring out.