Page 92 of Fall For Me
“What part of I can’t give you a child don’t you understand?” Myvoice cracks as tears fall from my lashes. “Where do you even see this going? Because from my viewpoint, you’re just wasting your time.”
“No, you’re wasting our time. Time that should be spent enjoying each other, but instead you’re spending it trapped inside your own mind, obviously talking shit about yourself.” He taps my temple. “This right here is our worst enemy. Push those crazy thoughts out of your head, because I’m not going anywhere. Ever. You’re enough, mi amor.”
“But . . .”
His lips crash to mine, shutting me up. When we break apart, he leans back, gently gripping my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “You. Are. Enough.”
Embarrassed, I try to turn my head, but he holds me in place. I’ve never been one to have low self-esteem. I was always comfortable in my own skin until it stopped feeling like my own skin. It annoyed the shit out of me when I’d hear other women putting themselves down, but this year has opened my eyes to a lot of things I didn’t understand.
“One day, I’m going to put a ring on your finger, and then we’re gonna fill our home with so many kids they’ll drive us out of our damn minds. We won’t even be able to hear ourselves think. This world is filled with unwanted children, Hannah, and we’ll give a few of them a life and opportunities they wouldn’t have otherwise. They don’t need to have our blood coursing through their veins to be ours. They already are; we just haven’t met them yet.”
A sob catches in my throat, and I press my lips together, but it’s useless. Tears keep falling anyway. I’ve been so caught up in what my body can’t do for us that it never crossed my mind that maybe he’s already thought this through.
“Is it clicking now? Are you finally getting it?”
He’s tearing through every cruel and ugly thought that told me I wasn’t good enough for him, but I can’t seem to open my mouth to answer or even nod in response. It’s like I’m frozen in place. Reaching up, he thumbs away my tears.
“There is no one better. No woman out there could ever give me what you can. You are the future I want. You are the family I want. So . . .I need you to stop deciding what I deserve, like your opinion somehow matters more than mine. Quit acting like I’m settling, Hannah, because I’m not.”
His forehead drops to mine, and his hands cup my cheeks. The warmth of his skin soothes the bite from the chill in the air. “I know you want to give me everything I want, but the problem with that is you redefined whateverythingmeant.”
“I love you, Sean.”
“I’ll be sure to remind you of why you do, every single day.”
Before I can even process that arrogant-ass response, he starts peppering my entire face with kisses.
“Sean!” I laugh despite the tears still clinging to my lashes. “Stop.”
“Nope. You’ve spent way too much time being mean to my girl. I have a lot of work to do.”
I try to twist away, but his fingers dig into my ribs.
“Sean Mackenzie!” I squirm, breathless and laughing so hard my cheeks hurt. “You’re such a fucking bastard.”
“Soy tu pinche cabrón,” he laughs, gripping my hips and placing one last kiss on the tip of my nose.
“What did you just say? Are you talking shit to me?”
He winks.
Oh, it’s on like Donkey Kong, mother fucker.
His phone chimes. Still grinning, he pulls it out of his back pocket and taps the screen. A frown pulls at his brow, then he flashes the phone at me so I can see.
Unknown Number
Hi Hot Stuff. Here’s my number.
He flips the phone back toward him and I lean over as his thumbs work fast to type, “get fucked.” A few seconds later his phone chimes again.
Unknown number
Time and place.
“Who is that?”
“I have no idea. Don’t give a shit either,” he says, blocking the number and pocketing his phone as mine vibrates against my ass.
