Series: Sean Moriarty
Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
“I need to see him,” I hoarsely demand and push at him.
Fearing the worst.
Does Jude even know what to do with a baby? What if he made a fatal mistake? Like giving him pillows or covering him with too blankets?
Sighing, Jude kisses the top of my head then he reluctantly unwraps himself and moves away. “Of course.”
I turn and scoot to the edge of the bed. Putting my feet on the floor, my toes sink down into plush, soft carpet and I’m just about to stand when he pushes something into my hand.
“See, he’s sleeping,” Jude says and nods at what he handed me. “If he wakes up, we’ll hear him.”
I glance down at the video monitor. On the screen I do indeed see Abel sleeping on his back in a crib.
But the crib could be anywhere.
Looking up from the monitor, I rasp, “I need to see him with my own eyes.”
It’s not that I don’t trust Jude…
I do, somewhat.
It’s my stress and instincts demanding I confirm he’s truly safe.
Jude nods and helps me to my feet. Keeping ahold of my hand, he leads out of the bedroom and down the hallway to the nursery.
I don’t notice until we’re halfway there that he’s bare-ass naked.
He’s not wearing a stitch of clothing.
“Where are your clothes…” I choke out.
Jude looks down at himself, as if he’s forgotten he’s nude, then grins at me. “I can’t stand sleeping in them.”
The man is literally a walking piece of art with all his tattoos and muscles. His body moving in a way that’s almost hypnotic.
Without thinking, I look down at his waist and get a big eyeful. “Not even underwear?”
Jude chuckles, and I quickly realize I’m gawking at him like a silly virgin.
Ripping my eyes back up, my cheeks flush with embarrassment.
His grin only grows wider. “You know you’re welcome to sleep naked, too. Clothing only gets in the way. There should be nothing between us.”
My eyes widen in horror at the thought of sleeping naked in bed with him. “I… couldn’t…”
Jude looks like he wants to argue the point but then he must change his mind.
Giving my hand an affectionate squeeze before we step into the nursery, he says, “Think about it.”
The last thing I want to do is think about it, especially as we walk into the nursery.
Once again, I’m confronted by the fact the Jude has already purchased and assembled a second crib.
His expectation of eventually knocking me up crystal fucking clear.
Trying not to hyperventilate and pass out again, I drop his hand and approach Abel’s crib.
Still sleeping on his back, Abel looks peaceful and entirely too innocent.
He’s not aware of all the craziness going on around him…
He has no worries or fears.
He knows only that he’s safe and happy.
Needing to touch him, to feel that he’s real, I start to move my hand towards him.
But I’m shaking too damn bad.
I don’t know if it’s nerves or something else, but I stop. Afraid I’ll wake him.
Coming up to stand beside me, Jude peers down into the crib.
And I watch his face light up with a joy that only a real father should feel.
I’m both terrified and in awe of it.
It makes no sense.
How can he love Abel so much?
I don’t understand it, but I can’t deny it’s real.
Noticing my hand hovering above Abel, Jude frowns.
Without asking, he grabs my hand, taking it in his own. Lending me his strength, he strokes me tenderly with his thumb until my shaking starts to calm down.
Then he tugs my hand down, helping me touch Abel.
My chest squeezing hard enough for my ribs to puncture my lungs, I have to swallow back a sob.
Feeling our hands touching his head, Abel smiles in his sleep.
Seriously about to lose it now, I pull my arm back and step away from the crib.
Jude turns towards me, his dark eyes full of concern.
Why does he have to be so crazy yet perfect at the same time?
Am I stuck in a nightmare? Or a sick dream?
Are dreams and nightmares simply the same thing?
The world begins to spin, and I just want to crumble to my knees and cry for days and days.
Sensing what’s about to happen, Jude sweeps me up.
Cradling me in his arms, he carries me out of the nursery and back to the bedroom.
“Does your neck hurt?” he rasps as tears start to pour out of my eyes.
Biting my lip to hold in as much as I can, I slowly nod my head.
Gently, he sets me down on the bed. “I’ll get your medicine.”
When he turns away and walks to the connecting bathroom, I’m left staring at his perfect ass.
Fuck…
The shocking sight is exactly what I need to get a fucking grip.
Shaking my head, I gulp in air and pull myself together. Telling myself crying and falling a part isn’t going to solve anything. All it does it make shit worse.