Page 15 of Bound by Love
Brie had a better understanding of what he meant, knowing how much she cared about the baby growing inside her. Rubbing her stomach, she told him, “I’m beginning to get what you mean, Daddy.” Amending her promise, she vowed, “I will keep in touch with you both no matter what is going on in my life.”
“Now, that is a promise I can live with,” he stated, holding his arms out to her.
Brie leaned over to hug him. It was an awkward embrace because of the divider in the middle, but it was one of the warmest hugs he’d ever given her.
When she pulled away, she took her mother’s hand and squeezed it, smiling with tears in her eyes.
“We will always love and support you, darling,” her mother assured her.
“Thank you, Mom.”
Her father pulled back onto the road and announced, “First, we get a good lunch down you, a nice Reuben sandwich for old time’s sake.”
Brie laughed. “It’s been forever since I’ve had one of those.”
“No one makes the original like a Nebraskan, but we’ll see what we can find in this tinsel town.”
“And, after that, we’re going to shop our little hearts out,” her mother added excitedly.
“Yes, when we return you to my son-in-law, I want him to agree that you are the most stylish pregnant woman he’s ever seen,” her father announced.
Brie smiled, her heart overflowing with love, yet she still suffered from lingering guilt. She should have trusted Sir when he’d insisted she join her parents for the day.
He knew the profound feeling of having lost both of his parents, and he had simply wanted to ensure Brie took full advantage of the love her parents showered upon her. Brie pulled out her cell phone and sent him a text.
Thank you for this, Sir. I love you!
A short time later, she received a text back.
Make the most of it, babygirl.
A few seconds later, he sent a second.
This man loves you.
She quietly slipped her phone back into her purse and closed her eyes, soaking up the sheer brilliance of his love.
Too Hot to Handle
Weary, Brie looked over at Rytsar, sweat rolling down her face from the pain and the effort. “I can do this…”
“Yes, you can,radost moya.You must.” Giving her a wink, he added, “I am ready to finally be adyadya.”
His words filled her with renewed energy.
Every push was a step closer to meeting her daughter. Brie tilted her head back to look at Sir, who was standing behind her and smiled weakly as she readied herself for another contraction.
“You’re doing good, babygirl. The doctor said you only have a couple of centimeters to go.”
She laughed tiredly. “Who knew that childbirth was really an extreme version of BDSM?” Brie started breathing more rapidly as another contraction gripped her body.
“You need to slow your breathing,” Sir reminded her.
Brie heard him and understood what he wanted, but she was in pure agony. She shook her head, still resisting it as she lay there, gasping for breath after the contraction ended.
Sir wiped away the tears that had formed during her struggle. “They’re getting stronger and closer together, which is good.”
Brie nodded, knowing he was right, but she honestly didn’t feel that way. If she could make them stop in order to give her a breather, she totally would. But nature was a sadist, and the onslaught of contractions just kept coming…
