Page 72 of In Ruins
“I got that at my eighteen-week scan to find out what I was having. She’s much bigger now, so I’m sure if we got another scan, we’d probably be able to see her better,” she tells me.
“I can’t wait to see her better. Thank you for giving me such a precious gift, and I’m sorry I wasn’t there to go with you to those appointments,” I mumble in her hair as I pull her into my arms for a hug. She lets out a cute little sigh, like this was allshe wanted, which just makes me feel more like an asshole for leaving her alone today.
“It’s not your fault. It was my father’s. Promise me that no matter what happens, you won’t ever let him get his hands on her,” she says, well, more like pleads. “That’s why he sent me to the convent. He was waiting until I gave birth to take her away from me.”
“I promise,” I tell her, kissing her on the forehead. That is a promise I know I will keep. I won’t let her father or anyone take our baby. And if anyone ever tries, I’ll kill them all. Just then, I hear her stomach let out a loud grumble, and a chuckle leaves me. She looks up at me with a blush on her face, and I smile at her. “Looks like my baby is hungry.”
“Ugh! This kid must take after you because she’s always making me hungry,” she grumbles, but there’s also a smile on her face.
“Come on, let’s go get both of you fed then,” I tell her, pulling her along with me. We make our way down the stairs, and I walk her over to the dining table that’s just off the living room with a view.
“Don’t you want me to help you get dinner out?” she asks, as I pull her chair out for her.
“Nope. I’ve got it all covered, babe. You sit there and look pretty. I’m at your service.” I wink at her before heading for the kitchen.
I grab two plates and dish out enough mashed potatoes and braised short ribs for both of us. I take it to the table and place hers in front of her before going back for our water. We both dig into our food and sit in companionable silence for a while before she starts talking and asking questions. Well, I knew this was coming at some point.
“So, what are your plans for the baby and us? Are we going to co-parent or something?”
“No. We're not going to co-parent. Fuck that shit! Like I said earlier, you’re going to be my wife,Principessa. We’re going to be a real family. In fact, we’re getting married this week,” I tell her.
“What? We can’t just get married like that! We don’t know each other that well!” she splutters.
“We can and we are. It’s the best way for me to protect you and our baby. Besides, we have the rest of our lives to get to know each other.”
“But—”
“We’ve already got the sex down to perfection. We can barely keep our hands off each other. I’m sure we can be civil to one another in this marriage and make it work,” I tell her.
“What about other women? I don’t want to be married to you if you’re going to have mistresses,” she grumbles with a feisty expression on her face. I realize she’s jealous of the thought of me being with other women, and I don’t know why that pleases me so goddamn much. But then again, the thought of her with another man makes me also want to go feral. So, there’s that.
“Don’t worry. I’m not a cheat, and I don’t like cheaters either. You’re the only woman I want,” I tell her. Her face falls a little, and I realize what I just said. “You’re not a cheater. The way we started doesn’t make you one because you never wanted to marry Salvatore, and your father was forcing you. I’d have done the same thing if I were in your position, having to marry that pig.”
“Thank you,” she whispers.
“You don’t have to thank me. I’ll try my best to be a good husband. But since I’ve never been one before, don’t kill me if I piss you off,” I joke, and she smiles.
“What did you mean when you said you were going to enjoy ruining me?” she quietly asks, almost like she’s afraid to. I hate how her voice sounds right now because I like it when she’sopinionated and feisty. I guess this must have been weighing heavily on her today, and I feel like an even bigger ass for making her worry.
My original plan was to get back at her for leaving with my baby inside her. I mean, if I hadn’t been looking for her and hadn’t found her, I never would have known about my baby girl. But then I realized she didn’t do it maliciously. In fact, she didn’t do anything because it was her father who threatened and sent her away. Plus, she’s been through enough already.
The original plan was to wait until she gave birth and then take my baby and send her back to that convent. But as I watched her earlier, I knew she already loved this baby more than anything in the world. While she was on that chair in the library reading, she had her hand resting protectively over her stomach. When she first let me feel the baby kick, I saw the joy on her face when I got to experience that. Taking the baby away from her would break her, and I don’t want her to be broken, ever.
“I was talking about fucking you, baby. Molding that beautiful cunt to the size and feel of my cock so that you won’t want any other man’s dick inside you. You’ll only be craving mine. I want to ruin you for every other man, because if you ever fuck someone else in this lifetime, I’ll torture him slowly and make you watch as I tear him to pieces. Then I’ll fuck your pussy so hard on his corpse and in his blood, you’ll be soaking in it just to remind you who you belong to before I put a bullet in your skull, even though you’re the mother of my child. I don’t deal with betrayal well,” I tell her in all seriousness, and she gulps as she looks at me. There’s also a fire in her eyes, and on closer inspection, she’s turned the fuck on. Huh? Looks like my girl is a little deviant at heart.
I’d never be able to pull the trigger when it comes to her, but she doesn’t need to know that. If she did, she’d probably ride myass for the rest of our lives. I’d be pissed as hell, but I wouldn’t be able to kill her.
“Wow,” she mutters, panting a little.
“Don’t worry though, baby. That won’t happen at all, because you won’t ever betray me, will you?”
“N-no,” she stammers.
“Good.”
“But just so you know, if you ever fuck another woman, I’ll kill her and then slice your balls and dick off, before shoving it down your throat,” she states, and I cringe at the visual of that scene.
“Don’t worry, baby. You’re the only woman my dick belongs to.” She smiles sweetly at me. “Psycho,” I mutter under my breath.
