My palms are sweating; I keep rubbing them against the smooth material of my tuxedo pants. Would Sienna stand me up? No, we had a lot to discuss, not just about the baby but about us as well. I wanted there to be us. She was running late; I had rented out the entire restaurant in the Eiffel Tower so we wouldn’t be disturbed. It was the same one we went to last time we were in Paris. I had to take a sip of my whisky to calm my nerves. Fuck it’s going to be okay, Evan.
Finally, I hear the maître d’ talking to someone. As I turn, I see her walking towards me and my heart almost leaps out of my chest seeing her again. She’s dressed in a tight black dress, the tiniest bit of roundness around her belly showing, with a deep v neckline. I could already tell her tits were beginning to grow. Stop looking at Sienna’s tits, I scold myself. She gives me a smug smile when my focus turns to her face. “You take my breath away.” I tell her.
Sienna smiles, but looks a little awkward standing in front of me.
Was she just as nervous as I am? Hopefully, she is. Bending to kiss her cheeks, her scent tickling my nose was one of the things I missed the most. Fuck, how I have missed her.
“It’s quiet tonight,” she adds, looking around us as she takes her seat.
“That’s because I rented the whole restaurant for us,” I reply, as our waiter pours water into our glasses.
Sienna looks a little shocked. “Really?”
I nod to confirm it’s the truth. “We need to talk and I wanted no interruptions.”
She smiles, “You look very handsome in your tux.”
“This is an Evan Wyld date; a tux is essential.”
Making her chuckle, she adds, “Well it’s working for you.” I watch her as her eyes roam over me again. Shit, my dick comes to life. Now is not the time, we don’t want to scare her off. The first course arrives, saving me from doing something stupid.
“What did you think of the scan today?” Sienna asks.
Putting my knife and fork down, I answer her with the truth. “It was incredible; I can’t believe that’s our baby in there.”
“And are you happy it’s a boy?” She asks.
“As long as it is healthy that’s all that matters. But a boy is kind of cool, I can teach him to play football, play the guitar and Jake will want to teach him to surf.”
“A girl can do all those things as well,” Sienna adds.
“Of course, especially ours, next time.”
Sienna looks at me in shock. My answer throwing her off, but it was the truth. I want more babies with her.
“There won’t be a next time, we aren’t together, Evan,” Sienna responds, playing with her salad.
Giving her a pointed look, I say, “Seriously, as if you are not going to want to jump this again?” As I point to myself.
Sienna laughs loudly.
Oh, how I’ve missed that sound.
“How did I forget how big your ego was?”
“You know it’s not the only thing that’s big,” I remind her, wiggling my eyebrows at her.
She shakes her head at me.
“Let’s go for a walk. It’s a beautiful night,” I ask her, before standing and holding out my hand for her, she hesitates for a moment then places her hand on mine. That one touch felt like she had come home; this was where she was supposed to be, with me beside her holding her hand. Walking out into the warm summer evening, we quietly look out over the city. Leaning in, I whisper, “Last time we were here I ripped your panties off of your body and my fingers were making you scream.” Sienna’s body breaks out into tiny goosebumps across her skin. She’s a little excited.
“Yeah, and the reason we are back here is because you left me,” she adds, as her green eyes sparkle.
I felt like I had been sucker punched. “Seeing you with Beau, it broke my heart,” I confess, grabbing the edge of the railing for support.
Sienna’s hand rested on my arm. “I’m sorry, Evan, if I could go back and change the choices I made that day I would. I saw how much I hurt you, it killed me.”
I could hear the apology in her tone, turning to face her I took her face into my hands and ask, “Do I still have a chance, Sienna? Tell me, do we still have a chance?”
She was silent for a moment and I swear I could hear my heart thundering out of my chest waiting for her to tell me what I wanted to hear.
Tears fall from her beautiful eyes as she tells me. “I still love you, Evan.”
That was all I needed to hear. I take her lips with mine in a searing kiss. Finally, I had my woman back in my arms, this is where she belongs.
“But, Evan,” she says, untangling herself from our embrace. “The way you treated me back in London – that can never happen again. You broke me, Evan. You ripped out my heart and stomped on it.”
I fall to my knees and look up at her. “Sienna, I am so sorry for the way I reacted in London. I’m going to spend the rest of my life treating you right making sure you know how much I love you,” I declare. I reach into my pocket, pull out a box and present it to her.
Sienna is crying, not believing what she is seeing.
“The moment I saw your picture you captivated me, it took my head a while to catch up with my heart. It knew you were my other half the moment it saw you. I want us to be a family Sienna, you, me and Bean. I have never loved anyone as much as I love you. I promise that I will try and give you the life you deserve, I promise to be the best damn husband in the world for you. I promise to rock your world with my wonder dick every damn day.”
That made her laugh.
“But most importantly, I promise to love, honor and cherish you until the day that I die. So how about it, want to be my wife?”
I open the box showing her the vintage five carat Cartier diamond ring.
“Evan,” she gasps, looking at the ring. It was a huge stone but I needed the world to know she is mine. Pushing the ring onto her right finger, as her left was in a cast. I hoped it was going to be a yes.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Sienna screams, pulling me up into her arms.
Fuck, I feel like I just won the world series. Nothing can beat this feeling.
“Evan,” Sienna whispers, while I am showering her with kisses. “Take me home, please,” she says, sounding desperate.
“I guess you’ve missed me then?”
“You have no idea how fucking horny pregnancy makes me.”
“Seriously?”
Sienna nods.
Holy fuck, hell yeah. I take her hand and make our way to the nearest exit. I need to get Sienna home, and soon.
***
“Evan, fuck, Evan,” Sienna screams my name, as my mouth captures a nipple.
“They’re so sensitive. Shit I think I’m going to come,” she screams again.
I feel her body shudder from her climax, fuck she wasn’t joking about the hormones.
“I need to be inside of you, sweetheart. It’s been too long. I’m sick of jerking off in my hand, it is a poor substitute for your pussy.”
“Seriously, Evan just do it,” she growls at me.
Fuck, I love this woman and how impatient she is for my cock. I push her dress up over her hips and rip her panties off for old times’ sake. A couple of seconds later I am sinking deep into her, and fuck it feels good. “Sienna,” I moan, as her tight little channel wraps around me. “Baby, I have missed you so much,” I growl, as I start to move inside of her, her fingers ripping open my dress shirt throwing it off of me.
“Evan, stop,” she calls out, stopping me
“Shit is everything okay? The baby?”
Shaking her head, her fingers touch my chest tracing the new ink. “You got the same tattoo as me,” she says, staring at it in bewilderment. The Arabic script across my heart – ‘What is coming is better than what is gone’.
“Of course, sweetheart. You were what was coming and I was too stubborn to realize it.”
“I love you, Evan,” she says, kissing me.
“I love you too, Sienna,” I respond, looking at her, my heart bursting with love.
“Now would you hurry up and fuck me,” she curses.
With pleasure!
THE END