Chapter 33
CHAPTER 33
Elliot
I'm a ball of nerves.
But not in the sense that I was two months ago.
So much has changed.
"Well, we are no longer worried about the size of the baby, that's for sure."
Dr. Riley can say that again. I went from a cute little semi-flat stomach to looking like my son is stretching out his arms and legs fully with no cares that there is not enough room for him to do that. I went from not looking pregnant…to one look at me, and people are worried my water might break.
My back hurts, my feet are swollen, I have stretch marks galore, my boobs are heavy, I'm hot, tired, and feel like I may topple over, but I am the happiest I've ever been.
Alex's fingers dance along my swollen, shiny stomach as he grins down at me. He's let his hair grow out a bit on his jaw, no longer groomed and tidy. He looks all rough and sexy, and of course, my overactive libido is ignoring the fact that I'm as big as a whale and all I can do is lie there as he blows my ever-loving mind.
Not that he's complaining.
No, he eats me out and grins as I come, smug as a bug in a rug.
Bastard.
Oh, how I love him. More than I ever thought possible. I always knew he was dangerous. I knew deep in my soul that if I allowed myself, I'd fall so hard there would be no coming out of the love haze around him. But knowing it and experiencing it are two different things. He completes me. He reads my body like it's his. I never knew I needed that. Someone to see when I'm about to spiral and catch me before I fall.
While the meds are helping and the intrusive thoughts aren't as bad, I still get overwhelmed. I still feel everything in a big way, and Alex loves me through it. He reassures me. He kisses me when I think I don't want kisses. He holds me when I want to be left alone. He dresses me when the simple act of putting my head in a shirt becomes too much.
He tells me he loves me, even when I feel like there is no way he could.
I take in his profile while he watches Dr. Riley like a hawk as he moves between my legs to check me. Alex still doesn't trust him or care for him, and I'm surprised he doesn't mark me before we come. His possessiveness is so hot, but also mind-blowingly annoying. I don't care, though. I love him. Even when he is driving me wild, which is about all the damn time.
When Dr. Riley nods, my stomach tightens with nerves. "You're at a three, which, as I explained, is normal."
I've been at a three for two weeks, and I still have two more weeks to go.
"And you can't just evict him? I'm cool with a C-section."
Alex chuckles beside me, tucking my hair behind my ear. "Impatient ass."
I fight back a grin, but my face fills with a flush. He only calls me that now when I'm begging him to let me come.
"Nope. I want all first-time moms to let the baby decide how the birth will go. I'm pretty sure we still have two weeks, but you never know. Your water could break today."
My eyes widen, and I rub my belly. "No, sir. Grandma Lou is getting married today. No coming today."
Dr. Riley's brows pull together, and beside me, Alex waves him off. "Weird family, dude. And they call their grandfather Peepaw."
The doctor's brows deepen. "What's wrong with Peepaw? I have two peepaws."
I smile widely at Alex. "See? Normal."
"Sure," he mutters as he helps me sit up. "I'll admit, I'm sort of sad to leave the South."
Once more, my stomach clenches. Alex was traded to Utah's new NHL franchise, which is great for his career and only shows how fucking awesome he is. He had ten shutouts total during the Cup run, and I should have known then that he was going back into the NHL after his stellar performance. I was sad the Assassins couldn't keep him, and I wished they had so I could be with my family, but Alex is my family now. I'm so proud of him. When I watched him hoist that Cup in the air after sweeping Hershey in what I called the final Battle of the Bears, I cried like a baby.
He did it.
My man did it.
And with all the promo I did for the Cup run, Peepaw not only insisted that I keep doing media for the Bears, but it also prompted Utah to hire me for their social media. I won't be running the department like I am for the Bears, but I will be part of Utah's creative team. Alex says that it won't be long before I'll be running all the social media for every team in the NHL. He's insane, but his faith in me makes me all warm and toasty.
I have to admit, I'm a bit nervous about living in Utah. It's the one place in the US where the cult never made a home. Not sure why, but Louisa thinks it hilarious that we're going there now. Says it's good I remember how to make dresses and churn butter. I don't find her funny. Alex does, and when he laughs, I forget that we're leaving all I know and starting our own life.
Together.
I'm sitting on the bed, rubbing lotion into my belly as I stare at my dress for Louisa's wedding. Like she wanted, it's the smallest affair ever. Only my sisters with their dates and my peepaw. Oh, and Ciaran's mom and grandma. His siblings are trash and no-showed. We're meeting at a little chapel on the highest part of the mountain. They're going to get married outside in a gazebo as the sun sets. It's so romantic, and I can't wait to watch my sister get the happily-ever-after she deserves.
I stroke my thumb over my ring, and I can't help but smile. I don't know when we'll get married and I'll become a Cruz, but the more I'm around all this wedding planning, the more I'm ready for it to happen. I glance over as Alex comes out of the closet in a light-blue suit that hugs his body like a second skin and hits right at his ankles, some white Italian loafers on his feet. His hair is brushed back, his beard tidy now, and the first few buttons of his shirt are open, revealing the ink of his tattoo that makes me all hot and wanton.
As he fixes his cuff links, he moves his eyes to me, and his brows draw in. " Mami , you getting dressed?"
I shrug, my eyes clouding with tears, knowing I can't lie to him. "I'm worried the dress won't fit."
He scoffs. "It's going to fit."
"I'm size whale."
He scoffs. "Hardly. You're perfect."
I don't agree, but he ignores me, grabbing the hanger off the door and coming to me. I drink him in as he strides toward me, sexy confidence in every step he takes. His eyes are dark, set on me as he closes the distance between us. He steps between my legs, brushing a stray curl behind my ear before he trails his finger down my jaw. "You're so beautiful, Elliot."
A blush moves across my cheeks as I capture his hips in my hands, gazing up into his gorgeous eyes. "I love you in a suit, though black is my favorite color on you."
He grins. "I love you naked."
My grin grows as I purr back at him. "Is that right?"
He nods, his eyes hooding a bit as he drinks me in. "Come here, mami ."
I shake my head. "I need to do something first."
I reach for the front of his jacket, opening it before sliding my hands down his stomach. His brow perks. "And that is?"
"Choke on your cock," I say as I unfasten his pants.
His lips curve. "Listen, mami , I'll come down your throat and still make you put on this dress. You aren't getting out of it." He pauses. "Until we get home, that is."
I snort at that as my shoulders drop. He knows me too well. I ignore his words, though, pulling out his hot cock, all thick and warm in my palm. I run my tongue along the head of him as he hisses out a breath, throwing the dress behind me on the bed. "Fuck, I love your mouth."
I hum around him as I take him deep in my mouth, needing desperately to please him. He does so much for me at every turn. Sometimes I feel like I don't show him how much I love him, and while this may have started as a distraction, I want him to feel my love. My eyes lock with his as he moves one hand to hold the back of my neck, the other on my jaw as he guides himself in and out of my mouth. His eyes are dark, his jaw tight as he watches me, love burning in his eyes.
His sounds of pleasure leave me breathless as he hits the back of my throat, over and over. Between my legs, I'm a mess as I get off on seeing him come undone. I feel the moment he is about to come, and I swallow him deep as he roars out his release, my name on his lips as he fills my throat with his hot come. His legs shake as he squeezes my jaw, throbbing in my mouth. I run my tongue up the underside of his cock, swirling around his head as he hisses, his hand tightening on the nape of my neck. I slide his cock out of my mouth with a pop and then grin up at him. His eyes are full of lust as he pulls me up and flush against him, the best he can with my swollen belly between us. He captures my mouth with his, and it turns me on that he doesn't mind the taste of himself on me. If anything, he eats it all up, and it turns me on even more.
When he pulls away, he kisses my top lip, then my bottom, before he meets my hungry gaze. "As much as I wish I didn't have to do this since I'd rather devour this pussy…" he says, cupping my sex. I arch into him, humming my desire for him. "You need to get dressed."
I let my shoulders sag, and his laughter has my belly tightening. He kisses my jaw as he does his pants back up, and then he reaches for the dress. He helps me put it on, and to my surprise, the light-blue strapless dress fits, but my belly does pull up the front of the skirt. It looks like one of those dresses that are long in the back but short in the front. It's not supposed to be like that, but it doesn't look bad, thankfully.
Alex lifts my foot to put on my HEYDUDES since they are the only shoes I can wear right now. All the other shoes dig into my feet, and Alex doesn't like that at all. I'd say he has a foot fetish, but he says it's only my feet that he's obsessed with. He rubs my ankles before kissing each one and then standing up to look down at me. "Stunning. You're going to have the bride feeling bad about herself."
I snort at that. "You're too much."
He threads my arm through his. "But you love me," he tells me, kissing my nose.
As I gaze up into his eyes, a dreamy feeling fills me from head to toe. "I do. So much."
And I always will.