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|Melody of the Heart(Runaway Train #4) by Katie Ashley|
Lily swatted my arm playfully. “In the end, it’s worth it because we see how far we’ve come, and that what we had was worth fighting for. My dad always said, ‘Anything worth having is hard work’.”
“That’s true. It took some hard work to get us started, but once we did, it was pretty smooth sailing,” I replied.
Giovanni nodded. “Let’s see. So you guys got married in Vegas, but then I see you had another wedding a month later here in Georgia?”
Lily groaned as she buried her head in her hands. “Yes, that would be correct.”
Giovanni glanced from her to me. “Another tough story to relive?”
Peeking at him through her fingers, Lily replied, “Only if you consider that our families were furious with us for eloping and demanded we have a proper church wedding.”
“Preferably where Elvis did not officiate,” I added.
With a chuckle, Giovanni said, “Oh, I see.” His gaze met mine. “Does that mean your parents finally came around about you marrying Lily?”
I nodded. “Yeah, it took them fucking long enough to get with the program. When Paul died, I think they finally realized that there was never going to be another girl for me, and that if they wanted to be a part of my life, they would embrace Lily.”
“I think it also had to do with the fact that they didn’t want to miss out on any future grandchildren,” Lily said, with a smile.
“That is true. Hell, they’ve been better grandparents than they ever were parents to me.”
“That leads us to another one of my questions. Your son, Jude, was born a little over a year after you got married.”
“Fifteen months to be exact,” Lily corrected.
Giovanni nodded. “Since you had been together for so many years, did you intend on starting a family right away?”
I chuckled. “Not exactly.”
“We always wanted a big family, but no, Jude was a complete and total surprise. One of those birth control failure mysteries.” Lily made a face like she didn’t like her wording. “I mean, he was very wanted. It’s just it was a surprise.”
Patting her leg, I said, “At the time, I was only seeing her once or twice a month, so I guess you could say my stored up swimmers were really potent.”
Lily squealed, her hands once again covering her face. Giovanni and I both laughed at her reaction. “Hey, it’s what happened with the Baby Boomers after WWII. Kinda makes sense it would be the same way for us,” I rationalized.
“So you conceived when you weren’t actively trying?” Givoanni asked.
“That’s right,” Lily replied, fanning her reddened face with her hand.
“I like to call it, ‘That teeny, tiny .1% of birth control pills non-effectiveness’.”
Lily huffed at my side. “Yeah, well, I like to call it an unexpected miracle.”
I grinned at her. “Actually, we call him Jude, and even though he’s almost twelve and at that know-it-all preteen stage, we still love him.”
Rolling over in bed, I snuggled closer to Lily’s warmth. I lived for the weekends that she got to come along on tour with us. They seemed too few and far between lately. I was going to have to talk to her again about coming out every weekend, rather than every other one. More than anything, I wanted her to quit her teaching job, but she refused. I know it was because she loved what she did so much and had worked hard to earn her degree. But at the end of the day, I was a selfish bastard who wanted her with me twenty-four seven. And it wasn’t just my dick that needed her with me all the time either.
Even though we’d been together at least three times last night, I still wanted more of her. The old cliché that absence made the heart grow fonder was certainly true, especially when it came to my dick. Shifting her long, blonde hair off her shoulder, I then started kissing a wet trail along her neck. My hand slid around her ribcage to cup her breast. When I squeezed it, causing the nipple to harden, she moaned.
Her reaction caused me to buck my morning wood against her backside. Instead of warming up to me, she shifted away. Frowning at her back, I said, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she murmured, drowsily.
“Was I too rough last night?”
She shook her head. “I’m just tired that’s all.”
In our seven years together, she’d never refused me. She was always just as game as I was, especially when I had been gone on the road. Drawing circles on her back with my finger, I said, “Talk to me, Lily.”
She glanced over her shoulder. When I saw the tears pooling in her eyes, I sat up straight in the bed. “Oh God, I was too rough last night, wasn’t I? If I hurt you, I’m so sorry.”
“No, it’s not that.”
“Then what is it?”
“Please don’t hate me.”
Her words sent fear crashing from my head down to my toes. “No matter what it is, I could never hate you,” I replied honestly.
That statement caused her to burst into tears. Her body shook with the strength of her sobs. Unease prickled over me, and the worst thing I could ever imagine entered my mind. “Is there someone else?” I demanded.
Lily’s eyes widened. “NO! No, of course not. How could you think that?”
“You don’t want to have sex with me, then you ask me not to hate you, and then you burst out crying. What the fuck am I supposed to think?”