Making the Cut (Son's of Templar MC)(74)

"Gwen. You, round with my baby, it's the most beautiful thing I have  ever seen, you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." His voice  was rough, full of emotion.

I gazed into the eyes of the man I loved, unable to form words. The  words to tell him how much I missed him, how it had felt like a physical  pain to try and struggle through every day without him, how I wished he  had been there to watch our baby grow inside me.

"I'm so sorry I took so long to get here baby, I've been thinking of you  every day, every second. It has been killing me not seeing you, hearing  your voice. Knowing you were in pain, knowing every day you were  changing, our baby growing inside you. You don't know the amount of  times I considered chartering a fucking jet to get to you." His eyes  searched my face. "It nearly shattered me, talking to your family, not  being able to hear your voice, not being able to touch you, not being  able to see your beautiful face." His hand moved to cradle my belly.  "Not being able to experience every second of our child growing inside  you, that has been pure torture. I spent hours staring at that fucking  picture you left my refrigerator, staring at my baby." His face was  tortured and soft at the same time, his gaze was so full of emotion I  couldn't process it all.

"Say something please Gwen." He pleaded.

I couldn't. There was nothing I could say without letting myself  shatter. So I pressed my mouth needing to feel our physical connection.  He took over the second my mouth touched his, probing my mouth sliding  his tongue along the seam. I yielded to him letting him inside clinging  to him for dear life. The kiss went wild, savage. I ran my hands through  his long hair, needing to touch more of him. His hands left a trail of  fire over my belly, up to my breasts, squeezing them tightly. I cried  out, surprised at how sensitive they were. He stopped instantly.

"Did I hurt you?" He loosened his hold on me a fraction, his eyes searching mine, full of concern.

I shook my head. "The opposite. You are the only person that can heal  me." I whispered. And that was it. My shield shattered into a thousand  pieces and I collapsed against him. All the pain that had been coiled so  tightly stretched to every part of me and I sobbed into his jacket,  barely noticing his arms wrap around me, hands stroking my hair. I don't  know how long we stayed like this I just clung to him for dear life,  reveling in the strength he represented. I sniffled against him as he  wiped the last of my tears from my face and kissed my head.                       
       
           



       

"Everything is going to be okay Gwen." His voice was so strong, so sure, I actually believed him.



I stood in front of the mirror in my bra and undies rubbing the cream on  my stomach that promised to reduce stretch marks, it bloody better. I  had this stuff flown over from France, I really didn't want stretch  marks.

After Cade had found me and I had cried every tear in my body we had  slowly walked back to the house. He never let me go even for a second as  though he thought I would float away. When we got to the house, I was  surprised to find I had more tears to shed with my family. It was  exhausting, painful beyond belief but it helped. Not a lot, but a  little. I still felt like I was bleeding from the inside out, but the  pain lessened a bit, or maybe I became stronger. Either way, we gave  Cade the tour, avoiding Ian's old room like the plague, I was surprised  to find that his bags had been deposited in my room without a word from  my father. He had always been strict and unbendable about that certain  rule. Later on in the night after a beer or two, he had proclaimed, "The  jigs up Mouse, you're pregnant, can't see him staying in your rooms  gonna change that much."

I had felt flames across my face, and Amy had snorted with laughter. I  froze and watched her, it was the first time she had laughed since it  happened. My mother and father must've noticed as well but they were  better at hiding their reactions. Even with the undercurrent of sorrow  that seemed ever present at the table these days, it had been nice. Cade  and my father got on like a house on fire, although I suspect Cade may  have had words with my father before searching for me. My mother of  course adored him from the get go. I was worried he might be  overwhelmed, but he seemed completely comfortable, although his hand was  still clutching mine, even though he could only eat with one hand. This  was the case for me too, but I could barely nibble, so much was going  through my brain. He noticed this, immediately let me go.

"Eat please babe. I know our baby is getting big and strong, but you need more meat on your bones." He told me softly.

I nodded, he clasped my hand again and brought it to his mouth, kissing  it softly before setting it down on the table, allowing me to pick up a  knife and fork.

I put a couple bites in my mouth before I realized the table was silent.  My mouth full I looked up to find everyone staring at Cade and me. My  Mum's eyes were full with tears, my father's were on Cade full of  respect, Amy's full of happiness and something else.

"What?" I demanded through my food.

My mother's eyes instantly narrowed.

"Gwen don't talk with your mouth full, Cade will think we are savages." She scolded.

I almost choked on my food this ridiculous remark, managing to swallow  without needing the hilmeck, Cade smirked at me out of the corner of his  mouth.



I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye, Cade leaned against the  door his eyes glowing. I didn't move my eyes from his but I felt  slightly shy under his gaze. I grabbed my robe to cover up.

"Don't." He commanded, his voice barely above a growl. He slowly walked  towards me, eyes devouring me. I shivered as he approached. He stood in  front of me and slowly rubbed his hand against my belly, spreading the  cream across its considerable expanse.

His eyes glued to my stomach, his voice was rough and soft at the same time.

"What's this for?"

I swallowed, his hands sending tingles down to my toes.

"It's for um, stretch marks. So I don't look like a tiger when Bun comes out." I joked.

His eyes snapped to mine. "Any evidence you've carried my child is welcome to me." His voice was rough and full of possession.

"Bun?" He asked after a beat, eyes locked on mine.

"Well um, when I found out about the baby, Amy and I joked about a bun  in my oven. Guess the name stuck with me." I was surprised that my voice  is shaking, there seemed to be electricity crackling between us.

Cade got that unreadable look on his face again gazing down at my stomach in awe. "Bun." He repeated softly.

"Amy calls her Supe because she thinks you have super sperm." I blurted.

Cade looked at me, face blank, then barked with laughter, then he stopped abruptly.

"Her?" He continued his one syllable conversation.

I fiddled with my fingers, until he grasped them, I felt his gaze burning into mine and I lifted my eyes to meet his.

"Well I don't know for sure, I never let the doctors tell me. It just  didn't feel right, you know without you." I stuttered over my words,  feeling ridiculous for being so nervous, this was the father of my child  for Christ sakes.                       
       
           



       

"I just have a feeling, it might be a she." I told him quietly.

His hands moved from mine down to my hips, toying with the sides of my  underwear. He growled slightly, then I was up. My legs automatically  circled his waist as he carried me out of the bathroom to my bed, not  showing any struggle at carrying my extra weight. He placed me down  gently, slowly peeling off my underwear, kissing my legs on the way  down. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as his touch set me on fire.  He slowly worked his way back up, stopping at the crease in my thighs,  inhaling like it was his first breath in months then continued up. My  breath came in pants as he kissed every inch of my stomach, worshipping  me. He made it to my breasts, fingers making short work on the front  clasp, when I was exposed to him he let out a hiss.

"Sooo pregnancy makes your boobs grow, who knew?" I told him  breathlessly, his gaze ignited me, hands cupping my newly sensitive  breasts. I moaned as his lips closed over my nipple, the sensation  nearly unbearable. I was teetering on the edge, barely able to breathe  as he pushed me over when his hand moved down to my clit. I let out a  soundless scream as my orgasm washed over me. It seemed like hours later  that I came down. Cade's eyes were glued to my face, his own dark with  desire.

"You are the most magnificent creature I have ever seen." He declared  roughly, his tone riddled with desire, his eyes almost black.