Chapter 86 Under Your Control
Will’s P.O.V.
Two Days Later
I’m adjusting my cufflinks in front of the mirror, getting ready to head to the club, when I hear the bathroom door open.
I glance up casually at first.
Then I notice Iva’s face.
She is standing there in one of my shirts, her hair slightly damp, her eyes… different. Not angry. Not tired. Just defeated.
My chest tightens in worry instantly.
I turn toward her. “What happened, baby?”
She doesn’t answer right away. She just walks closer, folding her arms around herself like she’s trying to hold something in.
Then she says it quietly. “I got my period.”
For a second, something sinks inside my chest. A familiar disappointment. Another month. Another hope gone.
We’ve been trying for a baby for so long.
I feel sharp pain in my heart, but I don’t let it show. Because I know this hurts her more than it hurts me.
She’s the one counting days. She’s the one watching her body, hoping every small change means something. She’s the one who feels time passing heavier than I ever could.
I walk to her immediately and pull her into my arms. “Hey. It’s okay,” I murmur into her hair, rubbing her back.
It kills me to see her like this.
She presses her forehead against my chest. “No. It’s not okay, Will. What if… what if it never happens?” Her voice cracks slightly. “I’m not getting younger.”
I close my eyes for a second, steadying myself before I speak.
“Hey.” I lift her chin gently so she has to look at me. “Don’t do that. Don’t start blaming yourself.”
Her eyes are moist behind the glasses, I tell her firmly, adjusting them, “We’ll get there. You’ll get pregnant. And even if it takes time, we’ll handle it together. What matters is that we’re okay. That we’re happy. We have a life most people would kill for. A child would be a blessing, yes, but it isn't the definition of who we are. You are my world, with or without a mini-version of us running around."
She rests her head back on my chest, and I wrap both arms around her, holding her tighter than usual.
“But I want it so badly,” she whispers. "I want to see you with a baby."
“It will happen.” I kiss her forehead before holding her again. “But we’re not racing anyone. We’re not behind. We’re just… us.”
She breathes in slowly, trying to calm down.
I glance at my watch, then back at her pale face. The meeting can wait.
“I’m not going to the club today.”
She pulls back slightly. “But last night you said this meeting was vital. You’ve been preparing for weeks.”
“I did.”
“And?”
“And nothing is more important than you.” I brush my thumb under her eye. “Dominic can handle it.”
Her brows knit together. “Will, you don’t have to cancel everything because of me.”
“I want to.” My tone leaves no room for argument. “Because right now, my Professor is hurting, and she needs her Master to take care of her."
I sit her down on the edge of the bed. “So I’m staying home today. No toys, no punishments, no classroom lessons. Just me, a heating pad, and whatever you want to watch on TV. I’m going to pamper you until you forget why you were crying.” I kiss her cheeks. “And you’re not moving unless it’s to cuddle me.”
A tiny smile appears on her lips, and I sigh with relief. Finally, she smiled. Mission accomplished.
“There it is.” I point at her lips, grinning.
She exhales softly and melts into me again. “You’re really not going?”
“Not a chance.” I kiss the top of her head. “You think I care about a meeting when my wife is hurting?”
Her arms tighten around my waist. “You're too good to me.”
"Don't get used to the good version, Professor. As soon as this week is over, I'm making up for lost time. Understand?” I give her a playful stern look.
She rolls her eyes teasingly at my tone, but the smile stays. “Of course I understand. It’s been years, Will. I’ve seen the pattern.”
“Oh?” I arch a brow.
She nods, amusement dancing in her eyes now. “During my period, you turn into the sweetest husband alive. I start doubting sometimes… is this really my Master? Or did someone replace him?”
I narrow my eyes at her, pretending to be offended, and she continues, laughing, “And then, the moment it’s over? The Master returns instantly. Strict. Commanding. Ruthless.”
I let out a chuckle. “Ruthless?”
“Very.” She pokes my chest. “I always wonder how you control it.”
I shake my head dramatically. “Oh… It’s extremely difficult, Professor.”
She laughs again. I feel so happy to see her like this.
“You think it’s easy watching you walk around knowing I can’t punish you? Knowing you take full advantage of it?” I lean closer to her. “These few days of the month, I’m under your control.”
Her eyes widen slightly. “I don’t control you.”
“You do.” I nod. “Because I know how much the cramps hurt you. I know how tired you get. And I can’t stand seeing you uncomfortable.” My thumb brushes along her jaw. “And I would do anything for you.”
Her expression softens completely. “You just make me fall in love with you more every day.”
“I’ll do that every day.” I kiss her lips softly. Not dominant. Just gentle. “Till my last breath.”
I rest my forehead against hers, smiling.
And in that moment, there’s no Master. No Professor.
Just us.