Page 32 of Loved By the Hacker

Iwatched my heavily pregnant wife walk into her office. Her hand on her belly, she froze and breathed in. I felt everything inside of me go cold. Still. It wasn’t until she exhaled and walked to her chair and sit down that I was able to breathe again.

I hadn’t stopped watching her, and she didn’t mind. She simply opened her laptop, and the moment it came alive, she smiled right at the camera, right at me, and said she was okay. Braxton hicks. Braxton hicks, what fucking stupid name for just one more thing women endured. Watching Coral bloom and grow with our child had left me in awe. The things a woman’s body was created to do were extraordinary. The pain they went through, something I wished I could take from her. From morning sickness to heartburn to my babochka’s feet swelling, I wanted to take it all from her. Carry the burden, the pain for her to give her some kind of comfort of relief, but I couldn’t.

I was man enough to admit I was more than a little apprehensive about the delivery. I was freaked the hell out. If watching her throw up or not be able to sleep twisted me into knots, the delivery would kill me. The idea of seeing her in pain and only being able to hold her hand about put me into a panic.

She winced at the computer, and something happened. Something flashed through her eyes. My wife’s face paled, and she groaned. Loud.

“Oleg,” she whispered, looking around her office before her eyes caught the camera on her laptop. “I really hope you’re watching because this would be a bad time not to have your attention. I think she’s on her way.” She pushed her chair back and winced, her hand on her stomach. ”Oh!” she cried out, curling in over her belly.

I didn’t think. I grabbed my car keys, and the next seven minutes were a blur. I couldn’t tell you if I ran stop lights or hit curbs to get from our cabin out to her office in the main part of town.

“I was just about to call you!” one of the paralegals called out, but I didn’t stop to acknowledge her. I rushed to her office, where one of her coworkers was fanning her and the other was giving her water.

“Oh, thank god!” Kayla, the receptionist, said. “We were trying to call you.” I patted my pants and shirt but quickly realized that by rushing to the car, I’d left my phone.

“I got her,” I vowed and helped my wife up.

Without hesitating, I picked her up much like I did four months ago the night we walked into our place after our wedding and carried her out then rushed to the hospital. My heart felt like it was trying to compete with the speed of a hummingbird’s as it rattled in my chest. I stole glances at my wife, who was oddly quiet.

“It’s going to be okay,” I said to both of us, and she nodded.

“It’s too early,” she whispered. The fear in her voice clung to the air in the car. I shook my head.

“She’s good. We’re at thirty-six weeks,” I reminded her, feeling like a fraud by sayingwe. We hadn’t done anything. She had done it all. “It’s going to be okay,” I repeated, and I would tell her a million times more if that’s what she needed.

“We don’t have the bag,” she groaned as a wave of pain washed through her. “Or her car seat. We should have put the car seats in the cars,” she strained through her contraction.

“It’s going to be okay. I’ll go get the bag later.” Her eyes shot me a look that, if possible, could have killed me right then and there. “Or one of your sisters can,” I quickly corrected.

“Oleg…” she said my name when we parked, and I looked and smiled at her.

“It’s going to be okay, babochka,” I promised, seriously ready to burn the world down if I needed to just to make everything right for her.

Much like I had when it came to her ex. Jack had graciously moved away from Moonlit Pines one day out of the blue. He sold his dentistry to some other doctor about a month after we were engaged, and no one ever heard from him again. And they wouldn’t. I’d not only made sure of it but had kept my word to her dad.

“We got this, beautiful. I promise.” I nodded, and she blinked through the stubborn tears she kept at bay before I put the car inParkin front of the hospital entrance and got out.

The rest of the day was a blur of movement and waiting until about twelve hours later, our beautiful little Crystal, the gem of our eye, came into the world loudly. I’d never seen anything more beautiful than that little girl until I turned to look at my wife. Sweaty and flushed, exhausted from having to push and push until our daughter made her grand entrance, Coral was never more beautiful to me.

She was my everything. I was more than prepared to spend the rest of my days working myself to the bone to be the kind of man who deserved her.

My Wild Mountain Man is coming July 23rd!

Sebeastian ‘Bash’ Ledesma

Amazon

I walked into the backroom and rested my head against the wall.

“Fuck,” I growled, the sound of my voice deep as my eyes shut tightly. I tried to ignore the way my dick throbbed. The fucker had its own pulse behind my thick denim jeans, but I would be damned if he won.

Not today.

Not now.

I had all but thought the fucker had stopped working when I returned to Moonlit Pines after my time in the Marines. With my head screwed up, I had resigned myself to a life of bachelorhood. I didn’t mind. What kind of woman would want me anyways? Not only did my dick not work, I had a love for the extreme. An adrenaline junkie through and through.

For some fun here and there, I’d probably be okay for some. It wasn’t like my hands and mouth didn’t work. But for the long term? I wasn’t that man.

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