Chapter 235 Hands.
Chapter 235 Hands.
CHAPTER 235
Hands.
SCARLETT
“Roman,” I say.
He shakes his head, staying out of my reach. “You need to understand that the person I used to be is gone. I will always consider everyone a threat to our happiness, but I am smart enough to know that I am the threat to you. I can try to be the husband you want – a loving husband who doesn’t have a fractured mind, but my hands are covered in blood, Scarlett.”
“I want those hands on me.” I cut him off sharply.
He frowns, “What?”
“You could have your hands around my throat, and I wouldn’t feel a flicker of fear.” I shrug, smiling at him.
“This isn’t – why are you smiling, Scarlett?” He asks, exasperated.
“Because you will always be my husband, Roman. You could be covered in blood, and you’ll still be my husband. You could have lost your entire face to a fire, and I would still love you. I would love you even if you were half a man. I would love you in any and every situation. I don’t care what you have done or who you have hurt. Have you cheated on me?” I stand up, staring at him.
He is taken aback and insulted. “I would set myself on fire before I touch another woman.”
“A bit extreme, but the point still stands. I would fall in love with you again and again. Do you know how long I have been waiting for you? Do you know how much my heart has been aching? I miss you so much, and I do not just mean in a sexually intimate way; I miss you. I miss your stupid jokes. I miss training with you. I miss watching you during meetings. I miss the meals you made for me. I miss how you washed my hair. I miss you because I love you. Given everything I have been through, I shouldn’t be religious, but you make me find religion, Roman, because God must have made you for me.” I take his hands.
His eyes shine with tears. “But you don’t understand what I have done, what I have become, Scarlett.”
“I understand. My hands are covered with blood, too, more than you think. I am the only child of a Mexican Don. I have been hurting people since I was a child. We are all monsters, every one of us, and I love you. I choose you. I do not care. I was gone, and you had to bring me home. It is all the justification you need, especially since you did not just bring me home, but you brought our daughter home too.” I take his scarred hands and press them against my belly.
He inhales slowly, staring at me in awe, in wonder, as if I am magical.
“We created a baby. We did this, and now we are going to grow our baby together. You have missed time with her, but that is fine. We still have seven more months together. Seven more months for you to read and sing to her, for you to bore her with pipeline expansions and mergers. This is our child, our future. Are we going to spend precious time talking about wasted time?” I tilt my head at him.
He pulls me closer to me and presses his mouth to my shoulders. “You are beautiful, Scarlett. Beautiful in a way that makes my heart hurt, in a way that makes me scared.”
“I am not going anywhere, Roman. This is my vow to you.” I press my lips against him, need swirling in me. I have missed him so much, and it doesn’t help that he is so … hunky now. I pull away from him, running my gaze over his huge arms. He towers over me like a mountain, making me feel instantly protected.
“Have you grown taller?” I bite my lip, blushing.
He chuckles and moves his hand up until his finger grazes my sensitive boobs. “No, my love. I don’t think a man in his late thirties can grow taller.”
“Well, you look very handsome.” I squirm, swallowing dryly. Fuck. I need him.
“Thank you, gorgeous. In the pregnancy books I have been reading, I discovered that women can become more hormonal and needy, wanting sexual companionship. Are you feeling that way?” He asks me coyly.
I glare at him, “You either take me to the bedroom right now, or you fuck me here.”
A deep laughter rumbles from his chest and washes over me. “I am not fucking my wife, my pregnant wife, out here. Come on. I want to show you something.”
“Right now? Can’t it wait?” I grumble, but I follow him. I’ll follow him anywhere. He leads me back inside, and we walk past the armed guards. He holds my hands firmly. I can’t stop smiling. I am delirious with happiness, head over heels in love with him. This feels like a dream, and if it is one, I never want to wake up from it.
The room he leads me to isn’t a room, but a section of the house, away from everyone. He presses his finger to it, and it opens. My mouth parts in surprise when it opens. It is a living space, big enough with couches, and it smells like home. We walk further in, and I see the bedroom, decorated with petals. There’s a tub in the bathroom, big enough for us.
He stands behind me, making goosebumps break over my skin. He helps me throw my hair in a bun and presses a kiss to my shoulders. “Why don’t you get in the shower so I can wash your hair? I love this colour on you.”
I turn to him, hungrily. “Wash my hair later. Fuck me now.”
He leans back and watches me, hesitating, “Maybe not fuck you. I’m not sure that is healthy considering the baby. I will make love to you, though.”
“You will do whatever I want you to do. The baby is fine and safe in my belly. I need you in me now, Roman. Do not make me beg.” I tell him sternly.
He grins and nods, “Yes, ma’am.”
Stepping closer, he wraps his arms around me and consumes me with just a kiss.