Chapter 26

Shh, there’s wine in here.

-Coffee Cup

Annie

Hours later, I was still in the little world Mig had created for me.

I’d just gotten up, leaving Vitaly to Mig, and stretched my legs.

Plus, I had to pee.

Mig had practically fallen asleep on top of me, and he’d not moved for a very long time.

People had slowly trickled out, and now we were left with only Nonnie, and his parents.

They were all discussing what they were wanting for dinner, so I took the chance to get up and leave.

I needed a few moments.

My chest felt so full right now that I needed somewhere to just let it out.

And I found it in the bathroom stall at the very end of the corridor, near the waiting room.

And I cried.

I cried hard.

I didn’t know why.

Well I did, and I didn’t.

Mostly, it was because today was eventful.

Today had been terrible…and oh so beautiful.

I’d nearly lost Mig, and I never even had him completely to myself.

I wanted him.

I wanted his son.

I wanted to be a mother and a wife.

And I couldn’t say that, because Mig was going through enough as it was.

He didn’t need me adding to that.

I was in limbo.

I would be until I got this off my chest.

But I wouldn’t say a word about it until I got home. Until Vitaly was a few weeks old. Maybe even more.

I was crying so hard, in fact, that I didn’t even realize I wasn’t alone anymore until two huge, strong arms went around my middle.

I’d been sitting on the toilet, fully dressed.

I’d gone into a stall, and had ensconced myself inside, thinking surely Mig would never follow me here.

I was wrong.

“Why are you crying?” He asked gruffly.

I couldn’t tell him that.

But I could tell him that he’d scared me today, which I did.

Loudly.

“You scared me,” I sobbed. “I almost lost you.”

Mig groaned and took a seat on his ass, leaning his back against the tiled wall.

It was gross to sit on the bathroom floor, but I didn’t tell him that.

He had a weird look on his face.

“I was convinced I was going to die today,” he admitted.

I looked up at him, tears streaming down my face.

“Don’t say that.”

I needed him to tell me he knew he’d be ok…not agree with me.

“I did. And it was all because of some woman who used me. Got herself pregnant against my will. Then got me to marry her,” he said, leaning his head against the tile and looking up at me.

I didn’t say anything.

What was there to say?

What Jennifer had done was awful.

Beyond awful.

But could I say anything against her when she produced something as lovely as Vitaly?

Yes, I could.

But Vitaly was a light at the end of the tunnel.

He was proof that if God brought you to it, God would bring you through it.

“And as I was telling her that she’d never see her son again, besides the picture you sent me,” he rasped. “I felt bad…for her. At what I’d done to her.”

I didn’t say anything to that.

“And as I was leaving, I realized just how much I love you,” he said. “When I got to the room and saw you feeding my son, I realized that I’d never be able to live without you again. The thought of you not there when I wake up physically hurts.”

“That’s your bruised ribs,” I teased.

My tears were slowing, but they were still there.

However, I was always ready for a good joke.

And I’d do anything to get that look off Mig’s face.

Defeated.

“I want to ask you to marry me…but I don’t want you to think it’s only because of the baby,” he said, making my heart start to pound.

I waited.

And it was good I did, because he wasn’t finished.

“But then I’m a selfish fucker, and I couldn’t wait. I needed you to know that I love you, and that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So I followed you out here, and broke in when I heard you crying in the bathroom,” he said, finally turning his eyes to me.

They were bruised.

Huge purple and blue bruises lined his face.

His lip was still split.

His nose was slightly crooked.

And he was the most handsome man in the entire world.

“I love you, too,” I said quietly.

He smiled.

“That’s why I want you to marry me. You’re gonna say yes. And we’re going to build a new house, way the fuck away from any of our old memories,” he said. “We’re gonna make new ones. We’re gonna live our life. And we’re going to be fuckin’ happy.”

I wanted to laugh.

He deemed it, so it would be true.

“Oh, yeah?” I asked, dropping down to my knees at his side.

He nodded.

Simple. Easy as that.

“And what makes you think I’ll say yes?” I teased, running my thumb over his lip so slightly that it barely even registered as a touch.

“You’ll say yes.”

My brows rose.

“And how do you know that?” I persisted.

He grinned.

Even though I could tell it was painful, he did it anyway.

Hooking me around the waist, he stood up, then walked out to the bathroom counter and set me on top of it.

I blinked, surprised at the sudden movement.

Then he walked to the door and flipped the lock.

“What are you doing?” I asked, starting to get down.

He was there in the next instant, stilling my movement with a hand on my belly.

“Stay,” he ordered, pushing up the skirt I was wearing in ungodly slow movements.

I bit my lip.

“You’re hurt,” I tried.

He shook his head.

“I’m not too hurt to prove to you just why you want to marry me,” he informed me, yanking my hips to the very edge of the counter.

I gasped when I was suddenly up against his hard erection.

Very hard.

Then my panties were shoved to the side, and I was being filled up with Mig’s hard cock.

I groaned.

“We need to get you some more slip on pants,” I panted.

He didn’t reply, but I could tell he liked the thought of easy access for me by the way he started to thrust.

Frantic.

All consuming.

I watched him as he watched me.

His eyes stayed on mine even when mine started to go hooded.

His balls smacked against my ass at the frantic movements.

His breathing was rough.

Mine was even more so.

His hard, thick cock plowed into me.

He was out of control, but then again, so was I.

We were having sex in a public bathroom.

He was hurt.

I was desperate.

And the entire moment was fucking beautiful.

We went over the edge together.

His come filling me up, and his love repairing my nearly shattered heart.

“So is that a yes?” He asked.

I smiled against his neck.

“Yeah, that’s a yes,” I told him.

He rumbled in happiness, then leaned back and reached into his pocket, only wincing slightly when his bad shoulder started to make itself known again.

And he produced a ring, a simple silver band.

“I was going to get you a big diamond,” he said. “But I wanted you to be able to wear it when you were cutting hair or massaging your clients.”

I looked into his eyes as he slipped the ring over my finger.

And when it was finally in place, I leaned my head forward, placing my lips against his heart.

“I think you’ve just made me the happiest woman in the world,” I informed him.

He grunted.

“I know.”