Saxon(49)

I tried it once and almost died coughing.

Bringing everything into our room, I place it on the side table next to the bed. “You need to eat something Tee.”

She looks over at the fruit and picks up a cherry. “I’m sorry Saxon.”

“For what?” I ask, frowning. What could she be sorry for? Everything that happened was my fault. Not purposely my fault, but it rests on my shoulders nonetheless.

“For losing our baby,” she whispers. “I know I told you I didn’t really want kids, but I never wanted to lose one either. What I mean is, I would have kept and loved our child.”

I kneel in front of the bed. “I know that. I know you. And you don’t have to say sorry because nothing was your fault. You’re a fighter, and I’m proud of what you did to get away from those two.”

She makes an hmmm noise but doesn’t say anything else.

“We could always try again you know,” I say softly. “Later down the line. If that’s what you want of course.”

She sighs softly, biting into the cherry. “We can talk about that later. Way later.”

I sit down on the bed next to her. “Eat another cherry.”

She grabs another two and hands me one. “I’m surprised my mum isn’t here.”

“Oh she tried,” I tell her. “I told her you needed some quiet time to yourself.”

She glances at me a curious look on her face. “You’re kind of amazing, you know that?”

My heart warms.

“I think the same about you.”

I put on a movie for us, and we snuggle together in bed. Tee seems to need some skin on skin contact. I think it makes her feel more secure. More safe.

I’m glad I can give that to her.

Eliza and Bradley were both arrested so we won’t have to worry about them anymore. Tee and I can move forward with our lives and concentrate on healing.

She leans her head on my chest, and I kiss her temple.

A love like this is worth anything the world throws at us.

*****

“You aren’t going to work!” I growl.

She slams the kitchen cupboard closed. “Yes I am!”

“It’s only been a week, your boss said to take as much time as you need,” I tell her, trying to keep my tone even. She should be resting more! Not walking around in heels and red lipstick.

She takes a sip of coffee, eying me over the rim of the mug. “I feel fine. I need to be productive or I’m going to go crazy.”

I open my mouth to argue but she says, “I’ll just go in for half a day, how about that?”

My lips tighten. She is so damn stubborn! And f*cking beautiful! And infuriating.

She steps over to me and gives me her puppy dog eyes. “I need to keep my mind busy. Lying around isn’t going to change what happened, is it? Don’t be so overprotective, I’m okay. I mean—I will be okay. You just need to let me do my thing.”

I lift her head up with my finger under her chin. “You’re sure?”

“Positive.”

I sigh. “I’ll drop you off and bring you lunch. And if you want to leave earlier call me, and I will happily come and pick you up.”

She gives me a look that says ‘a little bit much, don’t you think?’

I flash her one back that says, ‘take it or leave it.’

“Fine,” she grumbles. “I hope you realize how much slack I’m cutting you right now.”

I hide my smile. “Don’t worry, I know you’re an independent woman just humoring your worried fiancé.”

“Fiancée,” she purrs. “That’s the first time you’ve called me that.”

Running her finger down the tattoo on my chest, she sighs. “Are you going to the studio today?”

“No, I’m going to sit at home and worry about you all day, then cook us some dinner. Maybe play my guitar and write a song.”

“About frustrating stubborn females?”

So damn cute.

“Yes, ones with hourglass figures and nose rings,” I tell her, touching the tip of her nose with my index finger.

She smiles.

And I think she’s going to be okay.





Chapter Thirty-Four

Tenielle

Weeks pass by, and things start to go back to normal. As much as they can anyway. I start to plan our wedding, a garden wedding that will happen in six months’ time. We move into Saxon’s house after paparazzi started to hang around my apartment. Saxon’s house is bigger and is fenced off, so it’s much safer.

“What do you think about this dress?” Layla asks, holding up a stunning A line blush dress.

I tilt my head. “I love it. I’ll try it on.”

“Did you find anything for yourself?” I ask her. I decided on the bridesmaids all wearing the same color, but any style they wish. Everyone has a different shape and different styles complement those shapes, so this way they can choose something that suits each of them.

“I haven’t had a look yet, I want to see you try on your dresses first,” she replies, grinning. She’s totally in her element right now.

I try on the first dress and walk out. “It’s pretty but my boobs are threatening to spill out.”