Chapter 19 Cathy

Chapter 19 Cathy

My heart wouldn’t stop pounding, and even though Eric told me everything was fine, I didn’t get the idea that what I had prevented from happening at all costs happened.

"Come on, you can be certain that everything’s going to be ok," Eric said, caressing my cheeks. "You have nothing to be afraid of."

I thought about my son and dreaded the thought of having to be separated from him or that they would want to take him away from me. Eric didn’t look like that kind of man, but having spent so many years under my father’s yoke made me wary, especially of those who claim to care about me or show a little affection.

"I’ll be fine. It just came as a surprise," I replied, straightening up again. "But I’m glad you reacted that well."

Eric pressed himself closer to me and wrapped his huge arms around me. His body gave off a gentle warmth that embraced my soul, and his scent made the tension in my body slowly fade away.

"I can’t judge you for what you did," he said, running his hand across my forehead to remove the strands of hair. "You had your reasons. The important thing is that you’re not alone now. You have my whole family and me."

I nodded, licking my lower lip and still breathing a little labored.

"Do you think your parents will take the news well?"

He gave me a slight smile but with the particularity of conveying peace to me. "They will be overjoyed. My mother has always wanted grandchildren, and being the only son puts all that responsibility on my shoulders."

"Elliot is a very sweet and smart boy," I said, "Would you like to see some more pictures?"

Eric’s face lit up, and he nodded frenetically. "Of course, I would."

I grabbed my cell phone, and Eric settled down on the bed. I settled between his legs and leaned back against his chest. I could feel his pulse on my back and his breath on the back of my neck.

"I love feeling you close," he mentioned kissing me on my neck, which made my skin crawl.

Sitting there, I felt loved, like I was in a box of romance that I didn’t want to leave for anything. After sighing and sinking deeper into his chest, I searched among my albums for one I had created just with pictures of Elliot and moments we had lived.

"Look, this was the day he was born. He was so tiny and fragile," I shared, showing him the first picture a nurse had taken of us together. Elliot was covered with a yellow blanket and had a red nose tip.

Eric held my hand before I passed it over to him to look at some more. His breathing had calmed, and his eyes were fixed on the screen, admiring every detail of the photo.

"I’m so sorry you had to do all that by yourself. I would have loved to be there with you and the baby," he said, his voice low and wistful.

I snuggled closer to him and sighed. "It’s not your fault. It was the decision I made. I was young and afraid for my future and my baby’s."

"I know, but I still kept thinking that something bad could have happened to you."

He stroked my cheek, and I showed him the video of his first steps. I recorded every accomplishment and every event to treasure forever, and there beside Eric, showing him everything he had missed, I knew it was the best decision of my life.

"Our son is precious. He has your eyes," he said.

"Only that. Otherwise, he looks just like you. Every day he was a living picture of you, and it made it harder for me to forget you."

Eric chuckled quietly. "Another reason to love our son more."

"I’ve got one you’re going to love," I said, scrolling the screen and looking for a specific video. "I found it!" I shouted unintentionally.

I opened the video, and it showed our son sitting in his feeding chair with his face smeared with mush. The video looked a little bad because my hand was shaking as I recorded it. It was a video of Elliot shaking his favorite little plastic spoon, and after a few attempts, he managed to say the word ‘dad.’

Eric took the cell phone from me and put the speaker to his ear to listen to it again. His eyes turned red, and tears welled up in his eyes.

I melted with love to see him like that. I was touched in every way and felt like the luckiest woman in the world.

"He said ‘dad,’" Eric said, shaking his body from side to side.

I suddenly remembered that I would be leaving the next day and this was my last night at the mansion, but I didn’t have the courage to say it, not at that moment. My mind ignored everything around me and wandered through my thoughts.

"I want to bring him home. I want you both to move in here with me," he told me with his eyes lit up and his cheekbones tense.

I felt even guiltier and didn’t want to ruin the moment. "We can arrange a visit eventually," I replied, taking my phone back and showing him more pictures of Elliot and me in different places having fun and some of my little boy’s antics that I was able to capture with my phone, like the time he painted the walls of the apartment with colored markers or when he emptied a pound of wheat flour on himself in an oversight of mine. We both laughed as I told him the story behind each passing photo.

"Cathy, you will never be alone again. From now on, I will take care of both of you," he promised me setting my phone aside and sealing his promise with a soft kiss.

His lips melded with mine, and he made me forget the conflicting thoughts in my head. His hand wandered down my belly to my hip and turned me towards him.

"I love you," he whispered in my ear and kissed my neck.

Every hair on my body stood up, and my back curved.

"I..." he interrupted me with a kiss slipping his tongue into my mouth, already caressing the roof of my mouth.

I touched his strong chest and his arms and relaxed my body so he could have more control as I put his heavy hands on my breasts, and he squeezed them hard enough to make me moan.

"Keep going," I said, leaning back, so he had a better view of my body.

Eric ripped open my silk shirt, exposing my breasts, and continued massaging them.

"You turn me on so badly," he roared, plunging his face into my breasts and flicking his tongue across the separation between them.

I dug my nails into his legs where I was leaning and felt my panties get wet. He grabbed my ass and pulled me onto his lap, making me press down, rubbing his erect penis protruding from his pants.

"You’re mine," he said, moistening my nipple with the tip of his hot tongue.

Sitting on top of him, I began to move my hips gently in a circular motion to rub my crotch against his rock-hard cock.

"I’m yours, all yours," I gasped.

He looked into my eyes with a mischievous grin. Eric removed his flannel shirt, and finished ripping my shirt to leave my torso completely naked.

"Your body is perfect." he kissed one of the few stretch marks I had on my belly and moved up to the middle of my breasts with the tip of his warm tongue.

He admired me and saw perfection even where I saw a flaw, he made me feel wanted, and that turned me on even more.

"Keep kissing me. I love it," I told him.

I touched his marked abs one by one and ran down his belly button. I unbuckled his pants, reached in and grabbed his hot throbbing cock in my hand, and began to gently rub it.

Eric moaned and bit one of my breasts, gently making me curl backward.

He grabbed me with his hands and placed me on the bed, pulled me by my pants, leaving me on all fours, pulled my pants down to my knees, and spread my legs a little apart.

I stuck my breasts and my left cheek to the sheets as I looked at him from the corner of my eye.

"What a juicy ass," he said, giving me a gentle spank that stopped at my butt and started rubbing it.

I surrendered to him, waiting for him to make me his again, my mind only on him.

Eric stayed in his boxer shorts and laid his manhood on my ass while giving me wet kisses on my back when my phone started ringing.

He picked up the cell phone and turned it toward me. It was our son calling. Eric didn’t wait and answered the call. Elliot turned on the camera, but Eric didn’t.

"Mommy," my baby shouted excitedly.

I couldn’t help but watch Eric’s face that was focused on Elliot. He remained silent but admired him as if he was a piece of art and his greatest pride. My heart fluttered, and the love I felt for Eric grew more in that moment, reaffirming what I felt for him.

"Mommy, are you there?" he asked, glued to the microphone.

"Yes, I’m here," I replied, sitting on the bed. Eric sat next to me, holding the phone.

"Why did you hang up on me earlier?"

I looked at Eric, and he kept looking at our son, who was bringing his eyes close to the phone camera as if that way, he would get to see me through it.

"It’s a secret I’ll tell you when I get home," I said, and Eric turned to look at me with wide eyes. "I promise you’re going to love it."

"Okay, mommy, you’ll come tomorrow, right?"

Eric’s expression softened, and his lips lined up again in an isolated expression.

"Yes, baby, I’m coming home tomorrow."

"I miss you so much," he said, moving the phone from side to side.

"I miss you more," I said. "And I miss your little hugs more." He laughed amusedly.

"I’ll give you lots of hugs and kisses when you come home," he told me.

I leaned back against Eric’s bare torso and breathed softly as I enjoyed our first moment together as a little family. Eric had an expression of sadness for my return to the city but, at the same time, a huge excitement to hear his son’s voice and see him for the first time.

"It’s time for you to go to bed. You have to go to school tomorrow," I remember him.

Elliot tilted his head to the side and pouted. "I know, but I didn’t want to sleep without saying goodnight to you."

I felt homesick to be away from my son and clung to Eric. "Goodnight, my baby, love you to the moon and back."

He hung up the call, and Eric placed the phone on the nightstand with a somber expression.

"I don’t want you to leave," he said, holding my hand. "I want to bring Elliot here, and I want you both to stay with me forever."

At that point, I didn’t doubt Eric, I knew his intentions were pure, but I still couldn’t do what he wanted overnight.

"I know, and we’ll do it soon," I said. "But first, I have to do a few things. I have my life made over there, and so does Elliot."

Eric pursed his lips and dropped his shoulders.

"I don’t know if I can handle being away from you," he replied. "I can’t let you disappear from my life again. I couldn’t stand it, less now that I know Elliot exists. I want to make up for all the time lost with him."

I felt like I was between a rock and a hard place, I didn’t want to leave, but I knew it was what I had to do. Besides, I was going to come back, but he didn’t seem very convinced.

I took his hand and squeezed it gently to get his attention, and when he turned to me, I crushed my lips to his and lay on top of him on the bed. Eric relaxed as he kissed me back, caressing my hips as his heartbeat began to accelerate.