Blasphemous (Torn #3)(84)
“So? Do you think I give a damn if the world thinks I can’t get enough of you? ‘Bout time they know.”
Whoever wanted to come in between us would have to fight tooth and nail to break this bond we had. Nikki, Lydia and all the other women who were still texting and calling him would receive my wrath the moment they stepped out of line.
Chapter 35
“Love can touch us one time and last for a lifetime and never let go till we’re gone.”
- Celine Dion
Bass
“Oh, my God! You didn’t!” Emma gasped, jumping out of the boat as she started to run towards the cottage.
We were at the lemon grove island, but I had the same cottage built as the one we had in Aspasia. I wanted everything to be perfect.
“Do you like it?”
“Are you kidding me? I love it, Bass! I can’t believe you bought this place!”
“It was the happiest place for me. I wasn’t joking when I told you I was going to love you until I die. I want to be buried here someday,” I said, kissing her on her shoulder. “In the land where you first told me you loved me. A place where I could rest, forever, with memories of you surrounding me. I love you, Emma, and I don’t know how to stop it, even if you ask it of me.”
She was the only woman I had ever wanted, so I had to risk it all again. Trust is a solid foundation, and she and I have to work hard to get it back. I was going to fight all the odds until there was nothing left in me. She was mine. I was hers. That was enough. We could slowly build our trust from there.
B
A week later…
I went back inside the cottage to get a couple of chilled bottled drinks, when my phone beeped on the counter. Mindlessly, I checked it.
Nikki: I’m pregnant and it could be yours.
All the blood from my face drained as I reread her message. I didn’t know how long I stood there, frozen in time, contemplating if I should tell Emma. We’d only just begun and now another problem to tackle? What if she decided to leave me, what will I do without her?
“Bass! I’ve been waiting for you…” Emma paused as she took in my face.
I sadly looked at her. This was going to break her heart.
“What—what is it?”
“I love you, Emma. You know that, don’t you?”
“Bass… you’re scaring me.”
Man up, Bass. “Nikki just texted.” I swallowed when my throat felt dry, like sand was dislodged in there. “She’s pregnant and it could be mine.”
“No,” she whispered in a broken cry. “How could you be so stupid not to have protection?”
I never once failed. Not once. “I did. I swear, I always made sure I wore one. You’re the only woman I had without protection, Emma.”
“Then…”
“I was drunk, yes, but I made sure to double check if they broke and as far as I recall, they didn’t.”
“Unless…” she trailed off, thinking.
“Unless what?”
“She had sex with you when you were asleep.” Her eyes were questioning, but her mind was recalling the times she rode me while I was asleep.
“I would know, Emma. I hadn’t cared with you because it was you, but trust me when I tell you, I would know if she did.”
She was crying now, breaking me as I watched the pain in her eyes. “If it’s yours, what happens then?”
I was going to have a baby—my child, my own flesh and blood. The thought of it was terrifying and yet, I couldn’t somehow neglect the fact that if it were mine, I was more than okay with it. I had always wanted children, but I had wanted it to be with a woman I wanted to be with. However, life never pans out the way you pictured it to be. If this child was mine, then I would gladly take responsibility for it. “Then I would be a father to my child.”
Seeing the hurt and anguish cross Emma’s face made me realize what really was at stake here. I just got the woman who made my life worth living for and now I was back to where it all began, at the edge of the cliff, not knowing if she was going to stay this one out with me or not. “I want to be selfless here and say that if you can’t accept it, then I would have to let you go.” I swallowed my fears and faced the only purpose I had in life. “But I can’t. I’m a selfish man when it comes to you. Please, tell me you won’t leave me. The first time was awful. The second time was wretched. If you leave me for the third time, I won’t survive this one, Emma. I’m telling you now, I won’t survive it if you chose to leave again.”
She was shaking her head, kissing my chest, over my heart. “As long as your heart belongs to me, I never will leave you, Bass. I will love your child as my own because I love you.”
“I’m so sorry to put you through this after what we’ve just gone through. It seems that hell is adamant for me to pay for my sins.”
Emma clung on to me, solemn. “We can do this together, Bass.”
“Together, my love.”
I knew, with everything that I was and everything that I was going to be, it was never going to be me. It may seem rubbish and na?ve of me to say that I was going to love Emma until I die, but it was the truth. There was nothing much more clear to me than what I felt for her.