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I grabbed at the sheets and curled my toes against the mattress as the waves of pleasure rolled through my body, screaming their release. As they ebbed and flowed, Elijah increased his pace once more and with a long groan, came with full force inside of me.
His chest heaving and sweat slicking his perfect body, he looked down on me and gave me a beautiful smile.
“Marry me,” he said, running a finger down the side of my cheek.
“W-what?” I leaned up on my elbows, my eyes wide with surprise.
“You heard me. Marry me- again.”
My heart started to beat faster as I took in Elijah’s words. I’d hoped that one day we might get married again, but I’d never pushed it – in fact I’d never even suggested it. We’d never discussed it. I’d been the one to end our marriage without even talking to him. Losing what we’d had had been my fault, so I wouldn’t dream of ever asking if it was a possibility.
“You really want that?” I asked, feeling the prickle of tears in my eyes.
“Of course I do. It’s what I’ve always wanted. I told you, Amy, you’re mine- you’ve always been mine, and you always will be mine.”
Taking my hand, Elijah pulled me into a sitting position and then taking my legs, wrapped them around his waist. As his eyes searched my face, his fingers combed through the strands of my hair.
“I love you with everything I have,” he whispered. “There will never be anyone else for me and you being my wife is all I’ve ever wanted since we were eighteen years of age and we went on that school trip where we had to climb trees and walk along rope bridges.”
I looked at him quizzically. “Ape World? You knew then that that you wanted to marry me. Why?”
“Because,” Elijah replied, kissing my jaw, “you were petrified of heights, but you told me you were more scared of being a coward than how high up you’d be.”
“I think I screamed the whole time,” I said with a laugh.
“Yeah you did, but you still did it. I knew then, you were it for me and that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. You were amazing and brave and I could never imagine spending my life with anyone but you.”
I drew in a breath, hating that my stubbornness had almost ruined both of our lives.
“No tears,” Elijah whispered, running a thumb over my damp cheek. “It’s done. We move forward and getting married again is part of us doing that.”
My face crumpled into a watery smile as I sniffed and nodded.
“Yes, of course I’ll marry you.”
“You will?” Elijah’s face was full of excitement as he stared at my face. “Seriously.”
“God yes.” I nodded and flung my arms around his neck. “When?”
He shrugged. “I have no idea. Soon. A couple of weeks. A few months…actually no, that’s not a good idea. Tomorrow.”
I laughed and ran a hand down his cheek. “We can’t do it tomorrow.”
“Why not? Actually, we should see if we can.”
“I think we might have to wait a couple of weeks at least.”
Elijah kissed me softly, cupping a hand at the back of my head, while the other pushed against the small of my back.
“Hey,” I said, laughing and looking down between us. “Don’t squash junior.”
Elijah grinned and followed my gaze to my swollen belly, gently rubbing a hand over it as pride and joyful excitement shone in his eyes. I was getting bigger every day. Our baby was growing and was healthy and with just over nine weeks to go, we were finally able to breathe a sigh of relief and look forward to our baby coming. We had no idea whether we were having a boy or girl, preferring to be surprised and to continue taking every day as it came. After all, the pregnancy hadn’t actually been planned. We hadn’t not been trying, but we hadn’t been careful either, and that relaxed vibe seemed to be working for us so far, so we were going with it, painting the nursery a pale lemon, with a whole wall painted in a woodland scene, with a beautiful old chestnut tree at its centre.
“You know you’re amazing don’t you?” Elijah said, taking a deep breath.
“No I’m not.” I shook my head, and placed my hands on Elijah’s; over our baby. “You are, for giving me a second chance. For never giving up on me.”
“Nope, there’s nothing amazing about that. Never had a choice, you were always here.” Elijah placed a hand on my tattoo on his chest; the heart with a lock and key. “The words are true, Amy; when my heart met yours it definitely knew. My forever.”
Leaning forward he kissed me again and as we clung to each other, I knew that I was the luckiest woman in the world to be given a second chance with the love of my life – my beginning, my middle, and my end. My Elijah.
