Whisper

I sit and think about his question for a minute. Do I want it to be a marriage proposal? I’m only eighteen, am I ready to be with one person for the rest of my life? I love him, but I’m not sure this will work out. I was taken from him once and he never fought for me, what if something happens and he doesn’t fight for me again.

He must sense my hesitance. “It’s okay baby. You don’t have to answer me right now, we can take things slow. As long as you promise to go ahead and move in with me. There’s no way you’re going back to your old apartment,” he says as he shakes his head at me.

“I’m not going anywhere, but I’m just not sure if I’m ready for marriage yet. And last time someone took me from you, you didn’t even fight to get me back,” I say as my deepest fear is exposed.

“Hey, you listen to me,” he says. I look up at him. “I didn’t fight for you because at the time I thought you’d be better off not living with a bachelor cop who would never be home because he was working on advancing his career as fast as possible. Now that I know what you’ve been through, I’ll kick my ass every day for not fighting for you. However, I can tell you right now, I will fight for you and for us until the day I take my last breath,” he says to me.

Looking into his eyes, I can tell he is telling me the truth. “Luke, ask me again, formally this time,” I say to him.

“Babe I’m only in a towel. Proposing to you should be romantic, not something like this,” he says to me.

“Luke, I don’t care how you do it. I just know that I want to be with you forever,” I tell him.

“Well, I already have a plan in place, but you’re going to have to wait,” he winks. “Now, if you will excuse me, I have to get dressed for work.”

I watch him get off the bed and walk into his closet. He brings out his navy blue police uniform and I can feel my mouth start to water. He catches me watching him.

“Don’t even think about it. I’m already running late and I know you have to be sore from last night. Do you work today,” he asks and I shake my head. “Good. Take a warm bath and relax today. I will be home by seven at the latest and I’ll take you to get your stuff from your apartment,” he says as he takes the towel off his body.

I can’t stand it, so I get off the bed and pounce on him. He catches me around the waist as I plant a big kiss on his lips. He kisses me back and before I know it he’s bracing me against the wall and slipping his cock inside my wet pussy.

I’m sitting in the bath remembering our little sex session this morning. God, it was so hot being fucked against a wall. I place my hands on my stomach thinking how I could be pregnant already. That would be the best Christmas gift for Luke. I smile at the thought. I look at the clock and notice the time. I want to cook Luke dinner for when he gets home, and I only have a few hours to get it all together.

I get out of the bath and dry off. I took one of Luke’s dress shirts from his closet and slip it over my head. Since I’m only five foot, his shirt hangs down to my mid-thigh. I smile to myself wearing his clothes.

I head into the kitchen and see if he has the stuff to make my famous lasagna. Luckily he does, so I get to work.

Luke walks into the house as I’m pulling the lasagna out of the oven.

“It smells good in here baby,” he says as he comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist.

“Well thank you, baby, but you’re going to have to let me go so I can finish up dinner,” I giggle as he starts to nibble on my neck.

He lets me go but doesn’t go far. I can feel his eyes on my back and I blush at what thoughts must be going through his head. I bring the food to the table, along with the salad that I made too. Luke walks to the fridge and takes out a bottle of sweet red wine.

“Would you like some wine baby,” he asks as he pours a glass for himself.

“Uh, did you forget that I’m only eighteen? Mr. Police Officer shouldn’t be giving alcohol to a minor,” I most scold him.

“Whisper, we are pretty much staying in all night, and I trust you. Would you like a glass,” he asks again.

“Can I try yours first to make sure I’ll like it. I will only drink one glass because I don’t want to become like my mom,” I say as I look down at my plate.

“Whisper, look at me please,” he commands. I look at him. “You are not your mother. You have too much goodness in your heart to ever be like your mother, and if you for one minute think that I would let you become like that, you don’t know me very well,” he states matter of factly.

I nod my head because I’m not sure what to say after that. He hands me his glass, and I take a sip. It almost tastes like grape juice, so I tell him that I will take a glass of my own.

We sit and eat and talk about his day. Apparently, being the chief just means a lot of meetings with some pretty high up people. He even knows the mayor of Atlanta and the governor of Georgia. I smile at myself, being proud of the man he is.

After dinner, we pick a movie to watch on Netflix. Halfway through the movie, he pauses it and looks at me.

“So, I got an invitation in the mail to the Christmas Eve gala Delilah is throwing, do you want to go,” he asks.

I think about it for a minute. “Yeah, I do want to go. It’s supposed to be a grand affair, and I’d love to be able to get all dolled up for you,” I say.

“Okay, I’ll fill out the RSVP and send it back to her. And you don’t have to get all dolled up for me to find you beautiful. I find you beautiful just breathing,” he says.

“Well, I’ve never gotten all dressed up like this before so it should be fun,” I say to him.

“I have big plans for that night, and I hope they go the way I want them to,” he says, making me very curious what he has up his sleeve.