Hero
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My father seemed to be a better man on his own.
That wasn’t the fairy tale, but it was real.
And it was okay.
I gave my husband a coaxing smile. “Do this tonight and I promise tomorrow I’m yours.”
“All day?” He raised an eyebrow.
I raised my eyebrow right back at him. “You’re free all day tomorrow?”
“I’ll make myself free.” He caressed my knee and I shivered at the heat in his eyes. “I’m sick of quickies. I want to take my time.”
“Well, you better switch off your phone. Otherwise Rick will pester us all day.” Rick was the young business graduate Caine had hired to be his PA. Yes, he was better than some attractive young female working closely with my husband, but only marginally. He had a giant stick up his ass, and sniffed haughtily at me any time I surprised Caine with an impromptu lunch. Apparently I was, and I quote, distracting him. “I dislike your PA.”
Caine grinned. “He’s good at his job.”
“He’s a pain in the neck.”
“That is good at his job.”
“He doesn’t like me very much.”
“Good,” he said, his voice husky as he slipped his hand under my skirt. “If he liked you I’d have to fire him.”
I stopped his hand before it could reach his destination. “If you start that we won’t stop,” I whispered, already hot and bothered.
He removed his hand only to cup my face so he could press a tender kiss to my lips. His countenance was suddenly serious as he gazed into my eyes. “For the longest time my company is what got me up in the morning. It was what motivated me every second of every day. Since the moment you started working for me, you are what has gotten me up in the morning. You are what motivates me every second of every day. And still I want more from you. Tomorrow the day is all ours, because I want to talk to you about something.”
My pulse fluttered. “About what?”
He kissed me and then released me. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”
“No, mister.” I grabbed his arm and hauled him back down onto his stool. “You can’t just say something like that and then think I’ll be able to get through an entire day without knowing what the hell you’re talking about.”
He sighed. “I’d prefer us to have time to talk. We both have to be at work”—he glanced at his watch and frowned—“five minutes ago.”
“Caine,” I warned, “you tell me now or I will think the worst.”
“It’s not bad.” He rested a reassuring hand on my knee. “Baby, it’s not bad at all. I just … I’ve put off discussing it because you’ve been so busy, but I’m beginning to realize that you’re going to be busy right up until the wedding and that’s still four months away.”
I smiled curiously at the consternation on his face. “What is this about?”
“I want a kid.”
I froze at his abrupt announcement.
“I want our kid.” He grabbed my hands, searching my face as he attempted to read my reaction. “I want to try to have a baby with you.”
The sudden rush of emotion at his declaration overwhelmed me. Any response was strangled in my throat as I fought to fight tears.
“Lexie?”
For the past year I’d pondered the idea of having a baby with Caine, until the pondering became more insistent, until it became a longing. With our schedules I hadn’t known how to bring it up. Back in the beginning of our relationship, Caine had mentioned kids in an offhand manner, but we’d never really discussed it, so I didn’t know when it would become an option. We’d gone through so much in the last few months with the trial that it just didn’t ever seem like the right time.
So his words that morning meant everything to me.
It meant that Caine and I, God willing, would finally have a family.
“Is this real?” I grinned, causing tears to spill down my cheeks.
Caine hauled me to my feet and wrapped his arms around me. He kissed the tears away and held me tight. “Baby, it’s real.”
It was so real.
Finally.
I had what I’d always wanted.
And Caine … he had what he’d always needed.
That wasn’t the fairy tale, but it was real.
And it was okay.
I gave my husband a coaxing smile. “Do this tonight and I promise tomorrow I’m yours.”
“All day?” He raised an eyebrow.
I raised my eyebrow right back at him. “You’re free all day tomorrow?”
“I’ll make myself free.” He caressed my knee and I shivered at the heat in his eyes. “I’m sick of quickies. I want to take my time.”
“Well, you better switch off your phone. Otherwise Rick will pester us all day.” Rick was the young business graduate Caine had hired to be his PA. Yes, he was better than some attractive young female working closely with my husband, but only marginally. He had a giant stick up his ass, and sniffed haughtily at me any time I surprised Caine with an impromptu lunch. Apparently I was, and I quote, distracting him. “I dislike your PA.”
Caine grinned. “He’s good at his job.”
“He’s a pain in the neck.”
“That is good at his job.”
“He doesn’t like me very much.”
“Good,” he said, his voice husky as he slipped his hand under my skirt. “If he liked you I’d have to fire him.”
I stopped his hand before it could reach his destination. “If you start that we won’t stop,” I whispered, already hot and bothered.
He removed his hand only to cup my face so he could press a tender kiss to my lips. His countenance was suddenly serious as he gazed into my eyes. “For the longest time my company is what got me up in the morning. It was what motivated me every second of every day. Since the moment you started working for me, you are what has gotten me up in the morning. You are what motivates me every second of every day. And still I want more from you. Tomorrow the day is all ours, because I want to talk to you about something.”
My pulse fluttered. “About what?”
He kissed me and then released me. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”
“No, mister.” I grabbed his arm and hauled him back down onto his stool. “You can’t just say something like that and then think I’ll be able to get through an entire day without knowing what the hell you’re talking about.”
He sighed. “I’d prefer us to have time to talk. We both have to be at work”—he glanced at his watch and frowned—“five minutes ago.”
“Caine,” I warned, “you tell me now or I will think the worst.”
“It’s not bad.” He rested a reassuring hand on my knee. “Baby, it’s not bad at all. I just … I’ve put off discussing it because you’ve been so busy, but I’m beginning to realize that you’re going to be busy right up until the wedding and that’s still four months away.”
I smiled curiously at the consternation on his face. “What is this about?”
“I want a kid.”
I froze at his abrupt announcement.
“I want our kid.” He grabbed my hands, searching my face as he attempted to read my reaction. “I want to try to have a baby with you.”
The sudden rush of emotion at his declaration overwhelmed me. Any response was strangled in my throat as I fought to fight tears.
“Lexie?”
For the past year I’d pondered the idea of having a baby with Caine, until the pondering became more insistent, until it became a longing. With our schedules I hadn’t known how to bring it up. Back in the beginning of our relationship, Caine had mentioned kids in an offhand manner, but we’d never really discussed it, so I didn’t know when it would become an option. We’d gone through so much in the last few months with the trial that it just didn’t ever seem like the right time.
So his words that morning meant everything to me.
It meant that Caine and I, God willing, would finally have a family.
“Is this real?” I grinned, causing tears to spill down my cheeks.
Caine hauled me to my feet and wrapped his arms around me. He kissed the tears away and held me tight. “Baby, it’s real.”
It was so real.
Finally.
I had what I’d always wanted.
And Caine … he had what he’d always needed.
