Plus, she wouldn’t take anything from her husband if he ever decided the marriage was over. She loved him and she wouldn’t turn into the woman he thought she was at the beginning of their relationship.
It was sad to her how many people used Lucas and his family for their own selfish needs. Couldn’t all those people see the Andersons’ were amazing people, with or without the money and power? Well, she planned on showing him how much she loved him for himself, and nothing else, for the rest of her life.
Amy spent the next couple of months getting her home decorated and ready for her newborn. She’d frequently stop whatever she was doing and rub her belly. She was overjoyed by the fact she was soon to be a mother.
Her relationship with Lucas was going well, but there was also something missing. They made love regularly and it was amazing. When they were in the bed together, she felt cherished, like the most beautiful woman in the world.
When she was in his arms, everything was perfect. He still hadn’t said the magic words to her, but she did feel loved by him. Maybe he just wouldn’t be able to tell her he was in love with her.
She had to fight herself daily to not shout the words out to him. Each time they made love, she’d say them in her head over and over again. “I love you Lucas, I love you.” How she wished she had the confidence to tell him how she felt. She was afraid he’d think her too clingy if she told him, and then pull away.
She didn’t know if she could survive if he didn’t want her anymore. She’d begun to imagine the happily ever after life she’d read about in so many romance novels. She’d always thought it was a work of fiction, but there she was, living it in her own ongoing novel.
Amy was lost in her own thoughts, as she attempted to read a book out by the pool. Her stomach was getting so much larger as she was in the thick of her third trimester of pregnancy. She kept waiting for Lucas to become repulsed with her body, but he seemed to think the changes were sexy, if his body’s reaction was any indication.
Even on the rare nights they didn’t make love, she could feel the evidence he wanted her, pressed into the softness of her behind.
“Hello, sexy,” Lucas said, as he sat down and nuzzled her neck. “How are you feeling, today,” he continued up her neck with an open mouthed kiss that had her pulse sky-rocketing.
“I’m feeling great,” she purred. “Want me to take you upstairs and show you,” she pleaded, as his kisses were already making her body turn to a puddle of need.
He chuckled and pulled her into his lap, where he sealed their mouths together in a deep kiss. By the time they pulled apart for much needed air, she could feel the evidence of his arousal and she was ready for him.
He slid her skirt up and took her right there on the lounge with her sitting atop him. She came fast and hard and then collapsed in his arms. “Now that was a great hello,” he whispered as he continued to stroke her back.
“Dinner’s ready,” they heard a voice call from inside the house.
Lucas quickly covered Amy up, having forgotten their maid could’ve walked out at any moment. He forgot the rest of the world existed when she was wrapped in his arms.
He didn’t like to lose control that way, and he sat uncomfortably while his body tried to return to normal.
“I’m sorry,” he said a bit sheepishly. “I was just coming out to say hello, but you make me go a little crazy,” he continued.
She laid her hand on his face while looking into his eyes. “Don’t be sorry, I wanted you just as badly, and no one caught us,” she said a bit defensively. “I want to make love to you as much as possible, before our child takes up all the room, and you won’t be able to touch me anymore,” she finished a little self-consciously.
He looked deep into her eyes and spoke honestly, “you’re beautiful, Amy, and your body changing with our child growing inside of you, only enhances that beauty. I want you all the time, and that won’t change.” He continued to caress her.
They sat together for a while longer until hunger finally had them getting up and going into the kitchen, where they shared a pleasantly quiet dinner and then retired early to bed, and made love again. As she reached her peak, she quietly whispered “I love you,” finally not being able to hold it back anymore.
She felt him stiffen at her words and feared she’d somehow broken the rules of their marriage. He said nothing, but didn’t push her away. She lay in his arms, feeling desolate and wanting him to repeat the words to her.
She felt like he loved her, but maybe she was wrong. Silent tears fell down her cheeks, until she finally fell asleep from pure exhaustion.