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Story: Saved By a Knight
“Him?” I look into Knight’s eyes and see the twinkle of love and lust swirling inside them. “He’s my big pussy cat.”
The table laughs, and Knight joins in. He grabs his beer can off the table and takes a long gulp from it, never moving his hand over my belly as he goes. Hell, it’s pretty much been there since I broke the news that we’re having a child. Then again, knowing Knight the way I do, it’s probably because he can’t keep his hands off me at the worst of times, let alone the best.
“We really should be heading out,” Knight says, tossing the empty beer can to Talon. His second catches it before doing his own overhand throw toward a trash can in the corner of the room. He fist-pumps victoriously as it sinks straight down the middle.
“Where are you two off to again?” Talon asks when his excitement subsides.
“Hawaii for a week, and the Alps for another,” I answer. Our honeymoon, a spectacular adventure in two different climates. Knight was apprehensive about the snowy mountains of Switzerland at first, but in the end, he gave in.
“As long as you’re at my side, anywhere is perfect,” he says, and the all-too-familiar feeling of my cheeks turning a different shade of pink follows. “I’ll see you guys in a couple of weeks. Don’t fuck things up while I’m away.”
Another round of laughter, though he does get curious looks from a few of the crew. Because that’s how my husband is; even when joking, his intensity comes off strong.
We walk hand in hand to the parking lot, where one of the bikers from inside is packing our bags into a black SUV. He gives us the same congratulations as inside before he gets into the driver’s seat, waiting to chauffeur us to the airport.
Knight walks me over to my door but stops before opening it. He slides his hand around my belly, always remembering to give our future child some attention, before giving me a kiss.
“I love you, Lora.” It’s the sincerest those three words have ever sounded.
“And I love you, Knight.” More than he could ever imagine, though something tells me he feels the same.
“Now let’s go start the rest of our lives together,” he says, opening my door and helping me in.
And what a wonderful life it’s going to be.
The End
The table laughs, and Knight joins in. He grabs his beer can off the table and takes a long gulp from it, never moving his hand over my belly as he goes. Hell, it’s pretty much been there since I broke the news that we’re having a child. Then again, knowing Knight the way I do, it’s probably because he can’t keep his hands off me at the worst of times, let alone the best.
“We really should be heading out,” Knight says, tossing the empty beer can to Talon. His second catches it before doing his own overhand throw toward a trash can in the corner of the room. He fist-pumps victoriously as it sinks straight down the middle.
“Where are you two off to again?” Talon asks when his excitement subsides.
“Hawaii for a week, and the Alps for another,” I answer. Our honeymoon, a spectacular adventure in two different climates. Knight was apprehensive about the snowy mountains of Switzerland at first, but in the end, he gave in.
“As long as you’re at my side, anywhere is perfect,” he says, and the all-too-familiar feeling of my cheeks turning a different shade of pink follows. “I’ll see you guys in a couple of weeks. Don’t fuck things up while I’m away.”
Another round of laughter, though he does get curious looks from a few of the crew. Because that’s how my husband is; even when joking, his intensity comes off strong.
We walk hand in hand to the parking lot, where one of the bikers from inside is packing our bags into a black SUV. He gives us the same congratulations as inside before he gets into the driver’s seat, waiting to chauffeur us to the airport.
Knight walks me over to my door but stops before opening it. He slides his hand around my belly, always remembering to give our future child some attention, before giving me a kiss.
“I love you, Lora.” It’s the sincerest those three words have ever sounded.
“And I love you, Knight.” More than he could ever imagine, though something tells me he feels the same.
“Now let’s go start the rest of our lives together,” he says, opening my door and helping me in.
And what a wonderful life it’s going to be.
The End