Her Big Bad Mistake(25)

She hugged herself and let everything she wanted to say out. “You think I’m this great woman? I’m not. I moved to America to teach for a couple of years because I could. I have no obligations. You know I’m not close to my mother, and I really only have my sister. My mother is always calling me flighty, she says I don’t like to stay in one spot and I never commit to anything.” She gave a hollow chuckle. “I finished the teacher course to prove her wrong. I’m glad I did. I love it, but I love the freedom it gives me. I have three months off over here when you have summer holidays. I planned to spend all my holidays being flighty, as my mother calls it. My sister thinks I could be a gypsy traveling the world. As for helping those people, I felt sorry for them. It’s only me I have to worry about. My money only pays for me. I don’t have a lot of expenses. I can help someone here or there. I know if I was in the same situation I’d wish someone would help me.” Becky sat on the bed. “I really wish I didn’t run. I regretted it almost as soon as I did it. You made me wish for the first time I could stay and settle down. I felt at home with you. I got scared with the feelings you make me feel.”

Damon came and pushed between her legs. “What did you have to be scared of?”

“When you weren’t there in the morning, I thought you’d left me. I thought you’d gotten what you wanted and left me. Then it came back to me and I got so scared. I’d had unprotected sex with you. I’d married you. Then all the women I’d seen you with flashed before me. My heart broke. I couldn’t face you. I couldn’t have you tell me it was all a mistake.” She trailed her hands up his chest, pausing to lovingly trace over the large letters across his chest. There was no denying what it said—Becky. It didn’t look like a new tattoo. “When?”

Damon looked down at her and shrugged. “When I got home. I was going to come after you. I realized you didn’t need me and my problems so I left you in peace, hoping you’d come to me when you were ready. I never thought you would. I did this…” Damon held her hands over his tat, “because I love you. When I see it, it reminds me of you.”

She choked back a sob, not believing what she was hearing. “You really love me?” He shrugged again. Becky hated it when he shrugged.

“You don’t take my bullshit and you don’t fawn over me or do anything to kiss my ass and get my attention.” He tapped the tip of her nose. “I like the way you deal with jealousy.” She blushed as she remembered what she’d said to Imogene. “You don’t have to worry. I haven’t been with anyone else since you, before New Orleans. I have that photo up there so I wake up to you each morning. I know you think I’m a mistake you wish you could change, and you don’t love me yet, but I promise you by the time our baby comes you’ll love me.”

Becky pulled Damon up to her. She brought his mouth to her own, devouring him. Their lips melded and she held him tight and moved them back on the bed. Her heart filled with love for the man in front of her. She tore her mouth from his and moved so they were both on the bed, Damon hovering over her. “I’m so sorry I left. I never should have left you. I love you. I haven’t stopped loving you, Damon. When I saw you yesterday it was like a floodgate smashed open. When you looked at me all the pain I felt after seeing the photos of you with those women vanished. I’ve missed you so much.” She reached up and cupped his face. “Please tell me you forgive me. You are not my mistake. You could never be a mistake. My big bad mistake was leaving you.” Becky felt the tears slid down the side of her face.

Damon rested his forehead against hers. “We went about this all wrong. He reached across to the bedside drawer and pulled out a velvet box. He got up and knelt before her. Becky sat up. “I love you. I know you’re the one for me. I wish I could promise you that everything will be perfect. That we won’t argue, that we won’t get frustrated with each other or that we won’t always disagree, but we know we will. Nothing is perfect. I can only promise you that I will be faithful, and love you more every day for the rest of my life. I know you’re the one for me and together we can make this work. Will you do me the honor of marrying me… again? This time you can have your dream wedding and everyone will know I’m yours and you’re mine.”

Becky threw herself at him. “Yes, of course I’ll marry you. I love you.” She took his mouth to hers in a kiss as he slid the ring on her finger. She needed him. Holding Damon tight to her, she sucked on his tongue and eased her hands into his pants and gripped his tight ass.