Page 102 of Mercy
I run my hands from his shoulders to his chest.
“Mercy…God…baby girl.” He grunts as his muscles tighten; he shoots his cum in my pussy.
Once he’s soft and slips out, he lays beside me.
His breathing is heavy, and it’s sexy, so sexy.
“Fuck, that was amazing.”
I roll over to him and press my face into his neck, “I love you.”
“Marry me, tomorrow.”
“What?”
“I’m so in love with you. I want you to be my wife.”
“Liam, are you afraid I’m going to die?”
He pulls me closer to him, “No baby girl, you’re going to be just fine.”
I run my fingers through his hair, “Then there’s no rush. I want a wedding, it doesn’t have to be big, but I do want one.”
“What my girl wants, my girl gets,” he says.
“Thank you.”
We spent the rest of the night having so much sex that I think he was trying to make up for all the sex he was about to miss out on. I’ve heard that men in their forties have a slower libido, but I’m certainly not seeing any signs of Liam slowing down. That is not a complaint, and I love that he wants me all the time.
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Liam
Surgery Day…
I told her that I wasn’t worried about her dying. As a physician, we tell our patients that while there are risks, they are minimal and rarely happen. That’s the truth, but it's different when it’s someone we love. My head knows she’ll be fine, but my heart is in meltdown mode. What if she has trouble with the anesthesia? What if they fuck up and nic something they shouldn’t? What if she develops an infection?
I sit beside her, holding her hand, pretending to be calm. She knows every single one of my tells, and I hold her hand in both of my hands, so she can’t see the stress. My girl knows me very well.
“So, if something happens-”
“No. Stop it. We aren’t having this conversation.”
She squeezes my hand, “Please don’t make me do this without telling you what I need to tell you. Liam, please.”
A tear falls from her eyes, and it kills me.
“Fine. Nothing is going to happen but tell me.”
She takes a deep breath, “If something happens, I’d like you to adopt Ivy, but if you don’t want to, I understand.”
I nod, “I’ll adopt her, if they let me.”
Continuing, she says, “I want you to be happy, Liam. You have to find someone to share your life with. If I’m gone, I want you to move on. Promise me, baby.”
The emotion bubbles over, “Why are you doing this to me? You can’t ask me to promise something like that.”
“I am asking, Liam.”
