And we make love.
It’s slow and intimate. It’s tender and passionate. It’s soft and caring. And it feels perfect.
He holds my eyes as he continues to penetrate me. I don’t blink. I stare into them, into his soul. The sex is incredible. The love making is out of this world. I pull my eyes from his to kiss him deeply, but then fall back and continue to stare.
We come together. We don’t say a word or signal that we are ready. I feel myself coming, and as I do, I feel him coming inside of me. Together, the two of us climax and scream and moan and kiss some more.
Blake rolls from me, heavily out of breath. I snuggle up to him, wrapping myself in his arms. I kiss him on the chest and on the neck. He kisses me on the forehead. I love Blake, and I swear to myself now I will never question his love again.
Chapter 47
BLAKE
The sun shines in my eyes as I blink myself awake. It takes me a second to realize where I am. I’m certainly not in my own bedroom. I look to my side and smile when I see Carrie, laying there, sleeping peacefully.
Yesterday was amazing. Not just the sex, either. But the fact that we made up. The fact that we have both told each other how we feel. There are no more secrets, no more hiding. From here on out, it will be smooth sailing.
As I lay in bed watching Carrie sleep, I suddenly realize that it was only lunch time the previous day that the two of us made up. That means that we slept for eighteen hours. I was tired from the previous night, having been up the whole time thinking about Carrie. Clearly, she had been in the same boat.
My stomach lets off a roar, as if deciding to remind me that it exists and needs sustenance. I am sure that Carrie will be the same. In fact, as she is with child, there is every chance that she will be absolutely famished when she wakes.
I smile to myself as I come up with an idea.
Very slowly, I slide out of bed. And as quietly as I can, I cross the room, open the door, and exit, leaving Carrie to sleep.
I make my way downstairs. It’s a Sunday, so the chefs aren’t in the house. I’m glad of that. This will give me an excuse to surprise Carrie all on my own.
I’m actually a pretty good cook and used to love doing it back when I was young and broke. But as I’m always busy now and I have the money, I have someone do it for me. But not today.
I am going to make Carrie breakfast, a delicious gesture to show her how much she means to me.
***
I’ve been going at it for about forty-five minutes. I’m making her a traditional English breakfast, with a few surprises. These include muffins, a fruit platter and smoked salmon with rye bread. Breakfast will be ready in less than a minute. I don’t relish the idea of having to wake up Carrie, but hopefully, she forgives me when she sees what is waiting.
“Hey, handsome,” Carrie says from the doorway. I look up and smile when I see her. Talk about perfect timing. The two of us really are simpatico. “What have you got for me?”
“Just a little of this and that,” I say.
“Hopefully, more of this than that.” She leans around me and plucks a muffin off the tray.
“Hey!” I laugh. “Don’t disturb the chef. It will be ready in one minute. Go make yourself comfortable, and I’ll bring it out.”
She kisses me on the cheek and skips from the kitchen, laughing the whole way.
True to my word, the meal is ready a minute later. I carry it out, all balanced on a large tray and serve it up to the eagerly waiting Carrie. Once she has hers, I serve my own plate and take a seat opposite her.
“So, what now?” She asks as she bites into a piece of salmon.
“I don’t know,” I admit. “It’s a Sunday and it’s like seven, so we have all day to do whatever.”
“No, you misunderstand me. I don’t mean today. I mean, from now on. Where do we go from here?” She smiles at me.
“Oh, the big life questions?”
“Exactly.”
I smile at the question. I love that she is thinking of the big picture. That she sees herself as being with me, after the baby.
“Well, first, I think we need to concentrate on the baby. After that, I’m open to suggestions. Oh, and we definitely need to look into breaking your lease and ditching that apartment you call a home.”
“What? Why?”
“Well, if you live here, there’s really no need to have that place. It’s just money wasted. I suppose we could use it as a summer home, but I think we can do a little better than that.”
“You want me to move in here? Permanently?” There is clear disbelief on her face.
“Oh, sorry, did I not mention that? Of course, I do. Only if you want to, though.”
She looks at me, and I can see her mind working to come up with a witty response. But she isn’t able. Instead, she suddenly throws down her fork, leaps from her chair, runs around the table, and throws herself on my lap.
“So, I take that as I yes?” I laugh.
“If that’s how you choose to read it,” she says, shrugging. “I just needed a place to sit.”
I kiss her as I laugh, and she kisses me, also laughing. It’s a perfect Sunday morning, and I am really getting into being in love.
Chapter 48
CARRIE
The sun is shining on my face, and I have to blink myself awake. It takes a few seconds for me to realize where I am, but then I feel him, underneath me. It’s Blake’s breathing that woke me, not
