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    Without Me(Men of Inked #7) by Chelle Bliss
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    “He doesn’t,” Joe piped in.

    “Shut up.” I stood from the bed and hooked my arm over Max’s shoulder. “Let’s get out of here. We have a wedding to plan and a baby to make.”

    “Fuck me,” Max blurted.

    “I plan to, Kitty Cat. I plan to,” I said as I waved goodbye over my shoulder.

    When we walked out of the room, we could hear Suzy and Joe laughing their asses off. Nothing in the world could get me down. I had my woman by my side, my family tighter than ever, and a little niece who had captured my heart forever.

    Karma had finally switched teams.

    What the hell happened to my life? Oh yeah, Hurricane Anthony made landfall and wreaked havoc on my life. Months ago I was alone, and for the most part I was okay with that. Now he had me dreaming of babies and planning a trip down the aisle.

    I would’ve never imagined him to look so damn good with a baby in his arms. When I saw him hold Gigi, the way he looked at her as he talked to her made my heart melt. I couldn’t deny him the chance of having one of his own. It would be a way to leave a piece of us on this earth forever.

    Even facing an uncertain future, I couldn’t say no to a baby any longer. I wouldn’t give up any bit of my life even with the knowledge of a crappy future. There’s no guarantee when having a baby that they’ll be healthy and have the most amazing life. Our only job is to love them and give them every opportunity at happiness. Anthony had made me believe this. Seeing the way he held Gigi made me believe it. To deny him of the ability to love a baby with his whole being would be wrong.

    The one thing I knew for sure: I no longer wanted to wait to start living my life. I was on the high board and ready to do the biggest belly flop of my life and welcome the impact it would have on my future.

    17

    Giving In

    I thought I always looked good, but I was wrong.

    At least, that was what Max told me after she agreed to be my wife.

    “You need some new clothes,” she declared one night as we walked along the beach, letting the waves lap at our feet.

    “Why? What’s wrong with what I have?”

    “You wear decent clothes, but you need to look more…” She looked out over the ocean.

    “More what, Max?” I asked as I stopped walking and pulled her back with her hand.

    Her chest collided with mine as she began to laugh. “I just want to dress you. It’s what I do for a living, Anthony. Jeans and a T-shirt are good sometimes, but at other times, I want a man of style by my side.”

    “I always look good.”

    “I never said you didn’t.” She brushed her lips against my chin as her fingers crept up the back of my shirt.

    A shiver cascaded over my body as her nails grazed my lower back. “So then why?” I kissed the top of her nose, looking down in her chocolate eyes.

    “It will be fun. Please, baby. Let me take you shopping and dress you up.”

    “Like I’m a real-life Ken doll?” I cradled her face in my hands and smiled.

    “Exactly. Think of how much fun it’ll be.” She smiled.

    I’d found it hard to say no to anything she asked me ever since she agreed to be my wife. I was sure there’s a line somewhere I wouldn’t cross, but I hadn’t found it yet.

    “Okay, but it doesn’t sound like fun at all,” I whined before I crushed my lips to hers.

    The waves crashed against our legs as I held her in my arms. The beach was empty and the sun was setting with a brilliant orange and red glow behind us. When I released her lips, her eyes remained closed and her lips stayed puckered.

    Before she opened them, I pulled away and removed the ring from my pocket. I’d let her pick it out and had finally picked it up from the jewelers. It was a brilliant three-carat princess-cut diamond set in a platinum band. I’d felt shitty about how I’d asked her. It was so unromantic to drop down on one knee in the doctor’s office, but I wanted her to know how serious I was about our relationship.

    “Max,” I said as I kneeled in the sand and held her left hand.

    Her eyes fluttered open as her face drifted down.

    I held the ring up and kissed her fingertips one by one. “I’m so in love with you, Max. I’ve never had a woman who has driven me as crazy as you have.”

    “Is this supposed to be good?” she interrupted.

    “Shush, woman. I’m not done.” I cleared my throat and she laughed. “I knew from the first time I touched you that there was something different about you. I couldn’t get you out of my mind, no matter how hard I tried. Your sassy mouth and bitchy attitude hooked me.”

    “I should’ve been like Candy,” she teased.

    “Never mention her name again.” I tugged her arm, pulling her down in the sand with me as she threw her arms around my neck. “You’re the only woman for me. Even to this day, months later, I still feel the spark when I kiss your lips. There isn’t an hour of the day that goes by when I don’t think of you. No matter what happens in the future, I want to be there with you. Max, I’m asking today if you’ll marry me and be mine forever?”

    Her grin turned into a giant smile as she sniffled. “I love you, Anthony Gallo. There isn’t anything I want more in the world than to become Mrs. Anthony Gallo.”

    “Yeah?” I asked as I slipped the ring on her finger.

    “Yeah, baby. You’re the only man in the world who would put up with my bullshit. Now if I can only get you to dress a little better, we’ll have a bright future.” She laughed as she waved her fingers and stared down at the rock that glistened in the vanishing sunlight.

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