Page 136 of Bastian

I’m too far gone, and she is now a permanent fixture in my world.

I’ll do whatever is necessary to keep her there and safe.

Whatever it takes. Even get my hands fucking dirty and bloody whenever someone as much as look at her the wrong way.

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Once I arrived at the White House, I found her sitting quietly in the theater, room watching the late news. This is something she does a lot lately. She either stays up watching me sleep or watches the news until she can find sleep.

It’s becoming a habit and one that concerns me.

I know she worries even when she put on a brave face for us all. She doesn’t need to do that with me, but she does it anyway, and I love her all the more for it. Closing the door gently behind me, I step inside the room, walking towards where she’s seated on the big cream-colored sofa, looking so stunning, that I am left with no choice but to admire her beauty.

I have never met anyone more perfect.

More effortlessly beautiful.

Even more, now that she is glowing with my baby inside of her.

My baby.

I never wanted nor cared for children, not really, but then Ellaiza happened, and she turned my world upside down in the best way.

But that was it.

It was supposed to be just us.

Then this perfect creature with golden hair, emerald eyes, and the most beautiful heart burst through the ice walls around my heart and made a place for herself.

Now, she is giving me that gift inside of her belly.

Another child.

Our baby.

“Did you have fun?” her sultry voice makes the hairs on the back of my headstand. Fuck, I am so horny for this woman, and the fact that she is pregnant with my baby intensifies the constant need I have for her.

“Not, really. No.” I say with a smile on my face.

“You stained your shirt.” She points a beige nail at the blood stains on my white shirt with a bored look on her face while raising a perfect eyebrow at me.

“So I did.” I don’t look away from her face, enjoying this quiet moment between us.

“Did he scream?” She mumbles, her eyes now on my face.

“Like a pig for slaughtered.” I reply truthfully.

“Huh.” Her green eyes narrow.

“What is it?”

“You usually bring me a souvenir when you go out terrorizing people. Has the romance fizzled out already, Mr. President?”

Laughing, I place the white box I have been holding behind my back since I walked inside the room on her lap. “Never, darling.”

Arianna’s eyes grow big when she looks at me and then down at the box on her lap. It’s quite comical. “The last time you went out at this hour you brought me back my father’s finger. Is this another body part, Sebastian? One was enough.” She asks with a small smile on her face. See? Deviant. Unafraid. Mine.

Getting comfortable on the sofa, I lean back and point toward her box. “Open it.”

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