hysterical laughter in his tone.
Steve became aware of the plastic sexual offense and threw her on the floor.
"Now Steve," I scolded, "that's no way to treat Betty."
He looked down at her, his face twisted in disgust as he removed a shoe, ripped off a sock, and proceeded to stuff her mouth with it. "That hole is the doorway to hell," he whispered, smoothing his flustered hair with a hand, looking at us. "An evil abyss," he assured with dead serious whisper that led to a five minute episode of laughing our asses off.
At least it was over with. Now we 'd just have to see what kind of score that gave us.
Chapter Twelve
I la y next to Lucian in the tent, staring up in the dark. "How much do you think we scored," I finally said. We'd been laying in contemplative, comfortable silence for five minutes.
He gave a light snort. "Who knows?"
" When will we check?"
" Probably tomorrow. No telling with the Preacher."
I stared into the darkness, reaching for his hand and lacing my fingers in his. "How's your hand? And leg?"
" Hand still hurts but that glue really seemed to do the trick on that bite."
" No infection? Swelling? You need to watch that for infection."
He nibbled at my knuckles, his lips smiling.
"I'm serious."
" I know you are." Laughter edged his sexy tone.
" It's not funny, Lucian. It's serious."
" It's fucking wonderful is what it is."
" What is?"
" You. Looking out for me. I can see an injury fetish developing."
I smiled and drew his hand to my lips for kissing. "No injuries necessary Mr. Bane. I love you perfectly healthy, thank you very much." I bit his knuckle then soothed it with my lips. "By the way, which assignment is next?"
" I think yours." He drew my hand back to his lips and kissed several times. "We'll nail it. Should be easier at the Ob/Gyn."
" Hmm. Maybe." I steadfastly refused to look into that empty space inside me.
" You'll do fine, you're perfect for the job."
" No. I'm not."
I felt his lips smile. "You're a woman, love."
" And it's the Ob/Gyn." The dark abyss loomed a bit closer and I shied away once more.
" So?"
I huffed , starting get annoyed with how dense he was at the moment. "You know, I had no clue about the things Becca said."
He went serious. "What things?"
" The baby idea things."
" Well, you're young."
" And broken, don't forget." And there it was. Right in front of me, staring me in the face like some wild demon straight from the pits of hell. Broken. Failure. Damaged goods.
He lay perfectly still for a moment then moved up on his side. He found my face and stroked along it softly. "You're not broken, baby. You're still a mother in here. Where it really matters." He tapped my chest but his words stole my breath and brought the full weight of the pain crashing in.
" I'm not," I gasped, letting him pull me into his chest.
" You are. Any woman can produce a baby. It takes someone special to love that child beyond herself and do whatever it takes to see him grow happy and healthy. Trust me, I know." He paused a second, as if to push bitter memories away. "You know we can adopt, right? There are so many children that need a perfect mother, just like you."
I nodded against his chest, clinging to the soft firm tone of his voice. He was right. But… "I just…want to know what it feels like," I squeaked, "feel life growing in me." Part of me felt the need was selfish, while another part insisted that was the only kind of motherhood that counted.
" Shhhh," he stroked my back slowly and firmly. "I know you do. I'm so fucking sorry, love." He placed delicate kisses on my forehead while wrapping me in his naked limbs.
A shuddering breath helped me swallow some of the agony. "I felt so stupid when Becca was coming up with those ideas. I don't know anything about it."
" I know, I know. But you're not stupid at all, you've just not had a reason to learn it. I mean I don't even know the proper term for my own underwear. I call them BVD's only to find out they're
Steve became aware of the plastic sexual offense and threw her on the floor.
"Now Steve," I scolded, "that's no way to treat Betty."
He looked down at her, his face twisted in disgust as he removed a shoe, ripped off a sock, and proceeded to stuff her mouth with it. "That hole is the doorway to hell," he whispered, smoothing his flustered hair with a hand, looking at us. "An evil abyss," he assured with dead serious whisper that led to a five minute episode of laughing our asses off.
At least it was over with. Now we 'd just have to see what kind of score that gave us.
Chapter Twelve
I la y next to Lucian in the tent, staring up in the dark. "How much do you think we scored," I finally said. We'd been laying in contemplative, comfortable silence for five minutes.
He gave a light snort. "Who knows?"
" When will we check?"
" Probably tomorrow. No telling with the Preacher."
I stared into the darkness, reaching for his hand and lacing my fingers in his. "How's your hand? And leg?"
" Hand still hurts but that glue really seemed to do the trick on that bite."
" No infection? Swelling? You need to watch that for infection."
He nibbled at my knuckles, his lips smiling.
"I'm serious."
" I know you are." Laughter edged his sexy tone.
" It's not funny, Lucian. It's serious."
" It's fucking wonderful is what it is."
" What is?"
" You. Looking out for me. I can see an injury fetish developing."
I smiled and drew his hand to my lips for kissing. "No injuries necessary Mr. Bane. I love you perfectly healthy, thank you very much." I bit his knuckle then soothed it with my lips. "By the way, which assignment is next?"
" I think yours." He drew my hand back to his lips and kissed several times. "We'll nail it. Should be easier at the Ob/Gyn."
" Hmm. Maybe." I steadfastly refused to look into that empty space inside me.
" You'll do fine, you're perfect for the job."
" No. I'm not."
I felt his lips smile. "You're a woman, love."
" And it's the Ob/Gyn." The dark abyss loomed a bit closer and I shied away once more.
" So?"
I huffed , starting get annoyed with how dense he was at the moment. "You know, I had no clue about the things Becca said."
He went serious. "What things?"
" The baby idea things."
" Well, you're young."
" And broken, don't forget." And there it was. Right in front of me, staring me in the face like some wild demon straight from the pits of hell. Broken. Failure. Damaged goods.
He lay perfectly still for a moment then moved up on his side. He found my face and stroked along it softly. "You're not broken, baby. You're still a mother in here. Where it really matters." He tapped my chest but his words stole my breath and brought the full weight of the pain crashing in.
" I'm not," I gasped, letting him pull me into his chest.
" You are. Any woman can produce a baby. It takes someone special to love that child beyond herself and do whatever it takes to see him grow happy and healthy. Trust me, I know." He paused a second, as if to push bitter memories away. "You know we can adopt, right? There are so many children that need a perfect mother, just like you."
I nodded against his chest, clinging to the soft firm tone of his voice. He was right. But… "I just…want to know what it feels like," I squeaked, "feel life growing in me." Part of me felt the need was selfish, while another part insisted that was the only kind of motherhood that counted.
" Shhhh," he stroked my back slowly and firmly. "I know you do. I'm so fucking sorry, love." He placed delicate kisses on my forehead while wrapping me in his naked limbs.
A shuddering breath helped me swallow some of the agony. "I felt so stupid when Becca was coming up with those ideas. I don't know anything about it."
" I know, I know. But you're not stupid at all, you've just not had a reason to learn it. I mean I don't even know the proper term for my own underwear. I call them BVD's only to find out they're
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