Her roommate, Allison, leans into her just then, speaking into her ear, causing James to laugh cheerfully. She throws her head back, exposing a column of neck I know smells like sweet coconut and tastes like dessert when its sucked on.
And the day Id given birth had once again changed my life. Id been terrified—not that I told Jethro. My heart bucked and the fear of dying in labour stole all enjoyment of bringing life into the world.But Jethro had been my prince, keeping me anchored, rubbing my back when vertigo struck and driving me calmly to the private hospital wed arranged for the delivery.
The birth hadnt gone perfectly. Id been in labour for twenty-four hours. The baby had turned the night before and faced the wrong way. An emergency caesarean had to take place after Jethro roared for the doctors to take away my pain.For every one of my contractions, Jethro felt it. He sweated beside me. He trembled in sympathy. He almost threw up when the agony threatened to rip me apart.But when the first screams of our child shredded the operating theatre, Jethro had slammed to his knees. His shoulders quaked in silent sobs as he let himself feel another conscience for the first time.
Not the doctors and nurses.The moment the doctor cleaned up the newborn and swaddled him in Jethros arms, hed irrevocably changed. He became more than lord and master of Hawksridge. He became more than lover and friend.
He became a father. A protector. A single piece in a jigsaw of never-ending history. The look on his face when he stared into the eyes of his heir fisted my heart until I couldnt breathe.
Itd been the singular most awe-inspiring moment of my life.Must hesitate too long because she stutters, N-Never mind, and tries to twist her body into an upright position. Only then do I react, my palm gripping her hand, pulling her to stand with too much force. She tips forward, bumping into me.
Beneath our stocking feet, the net bounces. We stand inches apart, so I have to bend my neck to look down at her. A little closer and shed be flush against my chest.I stare down at her pink lips, that crooked, amused smile.
Zeke, watch what I can do! A small, high-pitched voice calls out, giddy. I crane my neck to see Summer kicking her legs out haphazardly.What is she doing? I mutter. Shes freaking out.