Chapter 15
Miranda
Falling asleep was impossible when I knew where my husband was. Conner never left my side and I had finally calmed down when I realized why he’d hit Ty. It was a good plan, but still a little hard to watch.
I’d fallen asleep sometime after two in the morning, following hours of crying. Luckily, Bella went to sleep early and didn’t understand what exactly I was upset about anyway. We told her that her daddy had to do something with a loose cattle and she was content to that.
I woke up hours later to a sound I wasn’t very familiar with. As I slowly opened my eyes, I saw the back of my husband and his body was trembling. He was sobbing.
“Ty?”
He rolled over and I could see from his face that he’d been crying for a long time. His eyes were swollen and even in the dark room, he looked horrible. Fear rushed over me and I ran through all of the scenarios in my head. Was I really ready to ask him what happened? Did I want to hear the details? Did he love me enough to say no?
I reached my hand out and grabbed his, pulling it to my heart. “What happened?”
All I could think about was him cheating on me. If he’d done it to save our daughter, could I ever get past that?
“I didn’t get the papers. She didn’t believe me.” He started to cry more as I pulled him into my body. “I’m so sorry, Baby. God, I am so sorry. I just wanted to make things better for us. I wanted to protect our family.”
I kissed his head and wiped away the tears with my thumb. “Shhh, it’s goin’ to be okay. No matter what, we are goin’ to fight this woman. We’ll take it to court and fight her on the grounds of her bein’ an unfit person. The courts will believe us. Colt knows people. We can still beat this.”
Everything I was saying was true, but most of it was just optimistic thinking. Tucker’s mother was Bella’s grandmother and I found it hard to believe that the courts would be against her having a relationship and getting to know her blood relative.
Ty cried himself to sleep, while still nestled in my arms. It was uncomfortable, but I was too scared to wake him to get adjusted. Besides, after waiting up half the night and finally getting him home, I didn’t want to let go. I needed to be close to him. I needed to know that he was still mine.
When I woke up the next morning Ty was lying there staring at me. He was on his stomach resting his head on his hand. With his free arm, he traced the skin on my cheek. “Hey.”
I slid my body into his and waited for his strong arms to fold around me. When they did, I nestled my head against his chest. “Let’s not talk about anything today. Let’s just be together.”
His hand slowly moved its way up my t-shirt and I felt his fingers tracing the side of one of my breasts. The twins were moving all around, maybe because I was starving. Between the movement and my stomach growling loudly, Ty began to laugh. He carefully pushed me on my back and kissed my belly. “I love this life with you. I’d do anything for you.”
I ran my hands through his hair and watched him look up at me. “Touch me, Ty.”
My stomach growled again and he shook his head and laughed into my stomach. “When’s the last time you ate?”
I shrugged. “I don’t remember.”
Ty sat up and rubbed his hands into his face. I watched him walk toward the bathroom in his underwear. I had to bite down on my lip when I saw the beginning of his sexy crack peeking out of the top of them. His sexy body made me crazy and I started imagining his hands all over me.
I could clearly hear him relieving himself, but it didn’t stop me from removing my shirt and wrapping my arms around him. Ty jumped at first and then finished what he was doing. He spun around and backed up enough to take in the site of me. My big belly made me feel huge, but I could tell from Ty’s eyes, that he didn’t agree with that.
He pulled the clip out of my hair and watched the length fall down over my breasts. Ty bit down on his bottom lip and held up his index finger. “Hold that thought.” He grabbed his toothbrush and handed me mine, with a wink. I brushed my teeth and he looked me up and down. His eyes were desperate and I wanted his mouth to tell me what they were thinking.
As we finished, he led me back to our bed. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
I laid down on his side of the bed and heard him talking to my brother.
“Dude, get some clothes on. I don’t want to see that shit.”
“Uncle Conner, shit is a bad word. Mommy says it isn’t allowed in the house.” I giggled quietly so that my daughter couldn’t hear me laughing. She was four and a half, but knew too much for her own good. Her oblivious sense of humor made her so cute.