Page 273 of His Sunshine Baby

“This shower is busy, Mr. Black.”

“It has enough space for two, apparently.”

“Are you always going to have something smart and annoying to reply to everything I say?”

“Maybe. Or I can keep telling you I love you, if you’d rather.”

Grr, he’s so annoying. I ignore him and turn away, but he’s faster than me at grabbing the other bottle. He pours a bit of it in his hand, and gently starts washing my hair for me. Mmh… I could get used to that.

“Let’s leave Estelle with the Lewis’, today. We can stay here, just the two of us, all day,” he whispers.

“You’re already tired of your daughter?”

“Never. But I would like a bit of alone time with her mom… with the woman I love.”

I blush, and just when I’m about to hide it, he has me turn around and puts his arms around me, cornering me right there. His blue eyes are closer than I can bear, making me even redder. I really have no more defense against him.

Nathaniel smiles and softly kisses my lips. I miss a heartbeat and, slowly, answer him. I really need to work on my self-restraint with him. With the water still pouring over us, he keeps kissing me, leading this dance between our lips. It’s a wet kiss, and somewhat exciting. I remember now, our second time was in the shower too. Maybe it’s from the memory, but my body heats up even faster, and soon, I am the one craving for more. Our naked bodies against each other, our hands caressing our wet skin, his skillful fingers teasing me… It gets so hot, so humid in here. I need to hold on to his shoulder and the shower wall, because my legs are going numb as fast as I’m getting more and more aroused…

A couple of hours later, we are back on the bed, sweating, naked, and exhausted. Damn it. It’s like we are back in the good old days, having sex over and over again like animals. My body is so exhausted, I just decide to keep lying there. Nate pulls something over me, a bathrobe, I think. I sigh.

“I hate you and your damn stamina.”

“We can always work on improving yours,” he chuckles, giving me a kiss.

Thanks for reminding me how I didn’t train like him while raising our daughter. He is so fit, it’s almost too much to bear. And I probably took on some weight too.

“I hate you,” I grumble.

“Still no marriage?”

“No!”

“It’s fine. I can wait until after the war, at least. Estelle will be so pretty in her little dress…”

Why is he imagining it already! I give him a kick.

“You’re still not forgiven and nowhere near being forgiven enough, you jerk. I should have you on abstinence instead!”

For four years! That should teach him!

He frowns.

“I don’t think I can resist you for more than a week, Elena. Fine, I promise I’ll wait a bit longer for our wedding.”

“You don’t have a choice,” I remind him.

He sighs, laying next to me after grabbing the other bathrobe.

For a long while, neither of us speak again. We just lay still on the bed, a bit sleepy, me resting and Nathaniel gently caressing my shoulder. He looks lost in his thoughts. The room is so quiet. It feels like the calm before the storm, and I don’t want the storm to come any time soon.

Truth is, it might be our last weeks together. I’m scared. I’m scared I’ll lose him, Estelle and everyone I love. I don’t want to imagine, after the battle, all the corpses, and the silence. Even if I survive, who will I lose? Nathaniel will be on the front lines with me. Both of us might be among the first ones to die. Damian, too, or Liam or Sylviana. Even Danny, Levi, and Boyan. If we fall, Nora and the children will be next. Slowly, I recall all the faces of the people I love. So many faces, coming to my mind, haunting me. I buried my mother and father already. Eric and Reagan too. I don’t want to lose anyone else.

A cold shiver runs down my spine, and the fear and sadness bring me to the verge of tears. I turn to Nathaniel, suddenly snuggling against his torso.

He puts an arm around me, the other in my hair, soothing me calmly. His smell helps me calm down a bit, but my throat is still tight, and I want to cry.

“What is it…?” he whispers.

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