Valentine
“But… his almost twenty years older than you! I asked him to keep an eye out for you not fuck you,” he growls. Justin growls right back.
“I am not fucking her. I am making love to her. She is my everything, Watson. I asked her to marry me and we are going to spend the rest of our lives together. You fucking know me. You know I would never do anything to hurt her.” My mom gives me a watery smile.
“I’m just happy my baby is finally happy,” she says. Watson takes a deep breath and rubs the back of his neck.
“Look, I know who you are, man. You’re the best man I know it was just a bit of a shock and it will take me a minute to wrap my head around, okay?”
“That’s fine but I am not going anywhere Valentine is mine. She is moving in here later today and I am never letting her go,” Justin informs him then kisses the back of my hand. I blush leaning my head on his shoulder.
“He’s it for me and I just hope you can wrap your head around it because there is no one else for me.
“Fine, just know that if you hurt her, I’ll kick your ass,” Watson says as he nods his head. Justin wraps his arm around me.
“I’m never going to hurt her,” he vows.
Afterward, we went grocery shopping, which took almost two hours because I wasn’t kidding when I told him he didn’t have any fucking food in the house. I would not let my man go hungry. All I have ever wanted was to be a mother and wife so while most people my age were partying or hanging out with friends, I was always at home either cooking or baking. If I wasn’t at home, I was working as a babysitter. I’m going to have to ask him how many babies he wants because if it were up to me, I would have six, but I don’t know if he would like that many. That is something that we, as a couple, need to talk about when we get home. Justin insisted on ordering take out and having me sit at the kitchen island while he put away everything. All I was allowed to do was direct him on where I wanted things to be put away. We ate Chinese food and watched Friends. After that we took a shower, where he proceeded to give me that orgasm, I had missed plus two more. Now we are lying in bed him on his front his head on his folded arms as I sit on his lower back massaging his sore muscles.
“Will you tell me how you got these scars?” I ask tracing over one that is right on the middle of his back. It is completely covered in different shapes and sizes of scars. Some more jagged looking than the others. It makes my heart hurt just thinking of him being in pain. A part of me doesn’t know if I can actually handle him telling me about it because it must have been something awful. The thought of someone hurting him makes me feel physically ill. He takes a deep breath, so I take one as well.
“Well you know how Watson and I were in the Army together?”
“Yes. I’ve heard you guys talking about it and I have seen your photos in your uniform.” He nods then continues.
“About ten years ago my unit and I were doing a routine sweep. We were told by an informant that a huge terrorist cell was going to target one of our bases. He had been our informant for a year, and he had never led us wrong so when he said that he knew where they were and he would take us to them, we jumped on the chance to save a lot of lives. When we got there, it was a cluster fuck. He had betrayed us. They knew we were coming, and my unit was captured. We were tortured for a month, but it felt like forever. They did awful things.” He tenses under my fingers again. I feel tears in my eyes, and I lean down kissing one of the marks then another.
“We don’t need to talk about it if you don’t want, my love,” I whisper letting a tear fall free.
“It’s okay, little Dove. It’s good to get it out, at least that’s what my therapist says. I never really listen to him. I thought that he was a quack, but I want you to know because it makes me who I am today. Just keep doing that. It makes it easier to talk about it with your hands on me.”
“Okay,” I say, kissing another scar while running my hands over his shoulders. He sighs.