Chapter 138 Heart outside of my body. - Miguel POV
Madison's green eyes glow in the dark as she looks at me. I quickly take my hand off her mouth and replaces it with my lips.
She moans into my mouth, and I deepen the kiss immediately. It has been too long since the last time I've touched her, or even just heard her voice.
Her fingers tangle in the back of my hair, her lips moving fervently over mine. She missed me just as much as I missed her.
I break the kiss, both of us panting, and rest my forehead lightly on hers. "Don't ever leave me again."
"I had to get away, Ben was becoming too dangerous."
I can't exactly blame her, because she's right. It was no longer safe to be in the city, unless she stayed out of sight. That is no way to live.
A woman like Madison is not supposed to be hidden from the world.
"I missed you so much." She murmurs, and I groan, as I take her lips again.
Sneaking out of the house in the middle of the night like a teenager, was so worth it just to hear those words from her mouth. And if her father found me breaking in, getting hit over the head would've been totally worth it too.
I want to devour her, climb inside her and stay there forever.
I get up from the bed only to pull back the covers. She's wearing too many clothes, and I hurriedly unbutton her pyjama shirt and pull off her pants.
Madison moans loudly and I groan when I hungrily suck one of her nipples into my mouth while I knead her other breast in my hand.
She feels different, her breasts are definitely bigger. Maybe she gained some weight, but I'm not complaining as I kiss to the other breast to give that nipple the same treatment.
I want to taste her pussy so badly, smell her scent like a lunatic. I run my tongue down the middle of her breasts, dip it inside her navel and over the swell of her stomach, my teeth dragging the lace of her panties down.
Wait.
I pause, then kiss back up over her stomach.
Madison is a professional dancer, and such her body is toned, and even though she hasn't been dancing professionally these last few months there is no way she would have gained so much weight to have this effect on her stomach.
Unless.....
It feels like my heart is jumping out of my chest, and I scramble to switch on the bedside lamp.
As usual, she looks beautiful, like all my fantasies wrapped into one package of dark hair, green eyes and swollen lips.
But it's not her face my eyes latch onto.
In front of me, lays the woman I love, the woman I would kill for, die for, with a slight swell to her stomach.
If I hadn't memorised every curve of what makes up Madison, I might have missed it, but everything is clicking into place.
I run my fingers over her slightly darkened nipples, the curve of her breasts fuller than what it was the last time I saw her.
"Madison." I breathe out, my eyes meeting hers in question.
In my life I have dreamed many dreams. I dreamt of being free from my family, of having this girl for myself, and I dreamt that one day she would carry my kids. As many as she wanted.
She looks nervously up at me, biting her lip.
"How long?" I'm scared to hear the answer, because I have missed out on one of the most important events in our lives.
"Just over three months." She answers softly.
I breathe out a sigh of relief. At least I have about six months left, I didn't miss it all.
"Did you know when you left?" I frown, hurt blooming in my chest at the thought that she couldn't tell me.
"Yes."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because then you wouldn't have let me go." There's a sheen in her eyes. "I had to protect the baby, Miguel. Ben was becoming more unhinged, I couldn't risk him finding out and doing something to me."
I didn't protect her. I said I would kill Ben, and I didn't do it, leaving her scared for our unborn child.
"I'm so sorry." I kiss her lips tenderly. "He won't hurt you or our baby, I promise."
She clings to me, her arms around my neck and holding me to her like she never wanted to leave me at all.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I saved you all the sonogram pictures."
There are pictures of my baby inside of her. My heart is so full, it feels like it will burst out of the confines of my chest.
"Don't be sorry, you had to do what you had to." I kiss her eyelids, her cheeks, her forehead.
Madison Smith is having my baby. Nothing has ever felt better than this.
"I promise I will protect you." I vow to her. "You don't have to leave again."
I don't even want her to be out of my sight, but I know that is not possible yet. I'm going to have to make big moves if I want her moving into my house.
I don't fuck her like I usually would, instead I make sweet love to her, and it pains me when I have to leave.
I drive my bike through the city streets, my heart rejoicing.
I'm going to be a father.
I've always wanted to be one, yet I never let myself dream it, especially since the only woman I have ever wanted belonged to my brother.
She's mine now, and soon I will make it official.
"Where were you?" Father's voice resonates through the dark when I quietly enter the house.
"I went for a drive, I needed some air." I walk further into the foyer, and stop in front of him where he's sitting on a chair in the dark. "What the hell are you doing sitting here?"
His tired eyes meet mine. "My one son is a rapist, and the other one is fucking the rapist's ex girlfriend. I'm contemplating what the fuck my life has become."
I don't deny it this time. He knows the truth, and soon he will find out he's becoming a grandfather.
"I'm going to bed." I tell him.
"What would you do if you were me?" His words stop me in my tracks. "What would you do when both of your sons are betraying their family name?"
I turn back to him, shaking my head. "This was never a family, Father."
And someone once said, the family you build, is much more important than the family you were born into.