Page 38 of A Kind Wedding: Christian & Charleigh

“You’ll be fine. I’ll come down to pre-op and see you before you go in.” I smiled.

CHAPTER13

Charleigh

My fingers tightly gripped the sheets as Christian thrust in and out of me from behind. Moans escaped my lips as pleasure coursed through me. The buildup of tension consumed me as my body shook from the orgasm I had. Christian leaned down and pressed his lips against my bare shoulder.

“That was fucking amazing.” He flipped me over and thrust inside me.

A smile crossed my lips as my arms wrapped around him and my nails dug into his back. The speed of his thrusting increased as I felt another orgasm brewing.

“That’s it, baby. Come with me. I’m so close,” he breathlessly spoke.

My body released itself to him as we both let out satisfying moans while he halted and exploded inside me.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned.

His body collapsed on mine as we both waited for our breathing to return to normal and our heart rates to calm.

“I love you,” I whispered in his ear.

“I love you more.” He lifted his head and brushed his lips against mine.

Rolling off me, he lay on his back, and I snuggled my body against his.

“Sam and Julia are so happy they’re having a boy,” I said.

“I know.” He laughed. “Another boy to carry on the Kind name. What do you want?”

My heart started racing because I wasn’t ready to have this conversation with him.

“I don’t know.” I got up and went to use the bathroom.

“I got to thinking about it, and I think two kids are a perfect number,” he shouted.

I shut the lid to the toilet and sat down, cupping my face in my hands.

“Charleigh, what’s wrong?” Christian walked into the bathroom.

“I don’t want kids, Christian.” I looked up at him.

“What?” His brows furrowed. “How can you say that?”

“Really?” I shouted as I stood up. “The day I received my heart transplant, I put the idea of ever becoming a mother out of my mind.” I walked out of the bathroom.

“That’s ridiculous, Charleigh.”

“Is it, Christian?” I shouted as I turned around. “Do you know the risks that are involved? I have a higher chance of developing preeclampsia and high blood pressure, not to mention that I could go into heart failure. Pregnancy puts a lot of strain on the heart. You know that. Besides, with the rejection medication I’m on, it’s not safe for the baby, and I’m not taking that risk.”

He stood there and stared at me with sadness in his eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that.” I climbed into bed and pulled the covers over me. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore, and I mean it, Christian.”

“Fine. We won’t talk about it anymore tonight,” he spoke with irritation as he climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around me.

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Christian

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