Chapter 149 Intentions - Miguel POV
I should have left before Madison's parents wake up, but my limbs didn't want to move, Madison's ass enticing in my groin and my hand on her stomach. I didn't feel like there was anywhere else I would rather be, so I let my eyelids grew heavy and I allowed myself to fall asleep.
I awake with a start when there's a banging on the door, instinctively covering Madison's body with mine.
"Breakfast is ready!" Mr. Smith's voice booms from the other side. "I know you're in there, Miguel!"
"Shit." I slowly get off from Madison, who peeks at me from underneath her dark lashes, pink staining her cheeks.
"Do you think they heard us last night?" She asks.
"Fuck."
I wasn't exactly thinking of her parents when I was balls-deep inside her pussy.
Madison starts giggling, the most joyful sound, and that heavy feeling that has been sitting on my chest since yesterday starts to lift slightly.
I can't help but to join her. "What is so funny? Your father is probably waiting for me to cut my balls off."
For some reason that makes her laugh even harder, and it's honestly the best thing I've seen and heard in a long time. There has been such a dark cloud hanging over us for so long, having this light moment is giving me so much hope.
Again, she doesn't even know what she gives me.
"Cutting off your balls would defeat the purpose, since you already got me knocked up." She snuggles even deeper into the covers, wriggling her ass against my morning wood.
"You're trouble." I get up immediately, before I pin her down and fuck the living shit out of her again. I don't think that would exactly go down well with her parents. It got me into trouble the last time too.
"Those look like it's really painful." She observes the marks on my side.
"I've had worse." I gather my scattered clothes and start getting dressed. "Get up before they throw a bomb in here."
"I have a toothbrush for you in the bathroom." She smiles seductively from the bed. "You know, in case you decided to stay over again."
I hastily put on my boxers and pants before I walk over to her, bending down to kiss her hard on the mouth. "I love you."
There would be no one else in this lifetime for me, even if I'm not worthy of her, even when the heavy boulder on my chest feels like it's trying to suffocate me again.
I have to keep on breathing. For Madison. For the baby.
She blushes cutely, her hands on my cheeks as she brings my face down for another kiss. "I love you, too."
There are no words more sweeter than those coming from her lips. I want to bottle them and bury it in my heart, keeping it there for when dark thoughts try to consume me.
She's really making me want to get back in bed with her again, but just as I'm about to peel the covers from her warm, naked body, there's another bang on the door.
"Food is getting cold!" Mr. Smith shouts again. "The baby needs eggs for protein, not the kind that you find in semen."
"Oh my god." Madison scrambles from the bed, her dark hair everywhere, and I have to sit on the bed to watch her changing body looking even more desirable as she throws open her closet doors to find something to wear.
"When can we move!" She shouts from the closet. "These people are going to make me fat, I swear! I'm not even going to be able to dance after this baby comes out of me."
We haven't even talked about her career. I don't even know if I have one left at that. We're really going to have to sit down and have some serious discussions now that Ben isn't constantly hanging over our heads.
I finish getting dressed, and brush my teeth, waiting for her to get done so we walk like teenagers to the kitchen.
"Nice of you to join us." Mr. Smith looks up from his phone, his gaze zeroing in on me.
"Good morning Mr. Smith, Mrs. Smith." I even sound like a scolded teenager.
"Please call us Phoebe and Kevin." Mrs. Smith at least smiles at me. "Please sit down and have something to eat."
An awkward silence follows, and I can feel Mr. Smith's eyes burning on me as I try to avoid his gaze while shovelling scrambled eggs into my mouth.
Madison clears her throat, her hand curling around my thigh underneath the kitchen counter. "So, I told Miguel to come over last night, you guys were already in bed, and we fell asleep, so...."
I look up into Mr. Smith's face, his eyebrows raised mockingly at the lies coming from his daughter's mouth. It's better than the truth, though, I'm sure he's not going to like it if he finds out I actually broke in here the first time and now have access to his house.
"Miguel, could you please follow me to my office."
This was inevitable, but I did tell him the last time I was here what my intentions with his daughter were.
I follow him to his office, closing the door behind me. "I'm sorry if I intruded, sir, that was not my intention."
"Yet here you are, once again." He folds his arms across his broad chest. "Only this time, my daughter is pregnant."
"I'm not going to apologise for that sir, not when it's one of the best things that has ever happened to me." It's one of the only things helping me holding onto my sanity right now.
"So what happens next? Ben is dead and buried. How do you think the world is going to perceive the two of you together, especially after Madison decided to go public about what that bastard did to her?"
I take in a deep breath, understanding that he's probably mad at how his daughter has been treated. I want to upend the world, what does it feel like for a father?
"I told you I don't care about what others think, sir. I've already bought a house." His eyes widen in surprise. "In the city of course, where she could be close to you."
I lick my lips nervously, wiping away the sweat that has formed on my brow.
"I told you when the time is right, I will be back. So here I am sir, asking for your daughter's hand in marriage." I take in a deep breath. "I know I don't deserve her, that she's way better than what I could ever be, but I promise you there is no one in this world who would protect and provide for her better than I can."