Kissing Her(23)

I guess I’m not entirely alone while I wait for him to get back. I rub the bump that has popped up on me out of nowhere. I kept wondering when I would start to show and I swear I woke up one morning and there it was. Now, neither I nor Ragnar can keep our hands from it. He’s going to make a wonderful dad. I can see it in the way he is with me.

I’d started to get worried we wouldn't get pregnant. We made love multiple times a day, but it ended up taking a few months before I finally got pregnant. It was probably for the best because we got to enjoy our time together. Plus, Ragnar had things he had to handle. I still don’t know much about what he used to do for a living, but I don’t care. All that matters to me is that it won’t touch our lives. He told me it never would and now he’s retired. I trust him and I know he would never let anything bad touch me or our children.

I always laugh when he says he’s retired. I tease him that he’s too young to be retired, but I’m not complaining about it. I’m enjoying every second of his retirement because he’ll help when our little ones come.

I don’t know much about babies and we’re not just having one. Ragnar made sure he got me pregnant with twins and I guess it was go big or go home. He never did anything thing small. He’s an all-or-nothing kind of man.

I know he has dark parts of his life and a darkness will always linger inside of him. Sometimes I’ll get a glimpse of it when we are in the midst of making love like crazy or when his control snaps. I’ll see flashes in his eyes. I enjoy that side of him because with me his darkness is need. He’s admitted that I’m an addiction that he can’t quit. I know that shouldn't make me happy, but it does. To be needed so badly by him is my own kind of addiction.

He grew up alone and I’m his family now. We both have latched to each other since I don't talk to mine anymore. That’s a part of my life I left behind just like he left a part of his behind, too. This is us making our own new life together.

I turn from the beautiful view and go back into our hotel suite. I don’t know how he did it, but Ragnar had our whole suite decorated for Christmas. This is the first Christmas I can remember being excited for, and I know the reason he went out tonight was probably to pick something up for me.

We celebrate Christmas here tomorrow and then head home and start the new year there. Plus, we both wanted to be back home when I started to get bigger. The further along I get, the more doctor appointments I’m going to need to go to, so it’s better to get settled in now.

A knock sounds at the door, alerting me that room service is here. I ordered something for Ragnar and me, and he should be back any minute now. He said it wouldn't be too long.

I open the door to see a young man about my age standing there with a cart of covered dishes. His eyes go round for a moment and I look down.

“Crap!” I say as I close my robe. I’m not naked under it. I have on a very tiny red silk teddy. I wanted Ragnar to unwrap me when he got home since Christmas was going to come early for both of us. “Sorry,” I add, making sure it’s tied tight.

“No need to be sorry.” He smiles at me and winks.

“Sweet Bee. Go into the bedroom.” My eyes snap to Ragnar, who’s standing in the hallway. I hadn't seen him when I opened the door for the food.

“Sorry, sir,” the young man tells him as he leaves the cart and runs away.

“Ragnar,” I warn so he doesn't go after the poor guy. It was my fault that I hadn't noticed my robe was open. “If you didn't leave me alone you would have reminded me to close my robe.”

He narrows his eyes at me and I instantly get wet. I don’t think that’s how I’m supposed to respond to his warning glare.

“I ordered our favorites. Bring it in—I’m eating for three.” I fight a smile as I turn around and walk back into our suite.

“You’re going to get it, wife.”

I laugh when he grabs me and turns me to face him. He kisses me hard, stealing the breath from me. Yeah, Ragnar can be scary to others, but I’m not scared of him. He might get jealous of my accidental slip, but he knows it was an accident. I’m still shy as can be when it comes to other people.

“I guess I’ll have to make sure I never leave your side again.”

“I like the sound of that.” I stand on my tiptoes to brush my mouth against his to get another taste of him. “Now go get my food.”

He laughs against my lips before turning and pulling the cart into the room. He places the plates on the table while I uncover each dish and the room fills with the scent of food.

“Remove the robe, Bee,” he demands, and I pull at the tie, letting it drop away.

He sits at the head of the table and pats his lap for me to come sit down. I do because he always enjoys feeding me.

“I know I should wait until tomorrow.” He pulls out a velvet box and opens the lid to reveal a beautiful necklace with his name on it.

“I know you talked about getting a tattoo to match mine, but I don’t think I can bear to watch you get one done.” His face looks pained thinking about it.

He got my name tattooed on him while we were in France. I always love tracing his tattoos with my finger when we lie in bed and it feels surreal seeing my name branded on him. It meant more to me than he’ll ever know. I mentioned getting one, too, because I wanted him to have this feeling, but if a necklace with his name on it is what he craves, then it’s what I’ll wear.