Page 79 of Resurrecting the Enemy

Ramsey (Five Years Later)~

“Are you ever going to tell me the truth?”

“I already have,” she lied.

I walked further into the kitchen, placed my briefcase on the table, and walked up behind my wife, wrapping my arms around her waist. “You’re lying,” I accused right before I placed a soft kiss on the side of her neck.

Lake chuckled. “I’m making lamb chops,” she replied, ignoring my accusation.

I rubbed my hands over her baby bump. “At this point, it’s hardly as if I’m going to murder you for what you saw,” I pointed out.

Our senior year of school had been a brutal one. After Lake had taken me back, it had been hard to build on what we had when we had to still go to different schools. As much as our public argument and my professions of love had gone to make amends for what I’d done to her, Lake still had trouble being with me in public. She had pulled no punches and had made it clear that, every time she was on my arm publicly, she couldn’t help but feel stupid for taking me back.

It hadn’t been until we’d gone to college together that things had gotten easier. Lake had gotten into the Academy of Art, and I had chosen the University of San Francisco just to be near her. While I had taken my studies seriously, I’d had a job already lined up for me at RMM, so the prestigiousness of my degree hadn’t mattered, not that USF hadn’t been a good school.

And while we hadn’t had any drama in college, Curt and Erica’s ghosts weren’t so easily left behind. Curt had never fully recovered, and still used a cane to get around sometimes, and Erica had just gotten out of prison last year after serving her time for one of the largest drug busts in Sands Cove. One of the paid cops in Sands Cove had been more than happy to set her up if it meant clearing his dirty deeds off the Reed books.

It had also taken a good six months before Lake had let Dash, Crew, and D.J. apologize to her. While D.J. hadn’t really had anything to be sorry for, she had felt bad for Lake, and had wanted to make it right. Mom and Lake were also tight as fuck. Mom adored Lake, and it was clear that if I ever fucked up again, Mom wouldn’t be so understanding the next time.

Now, five years later, Lake was my wife, and she was pregnant with our first child.

And five years later, the woman was still lying to me.

“And how many times do I have to tell you I didn’t see anything that night?” she countered.

I turned her around and dropped to place a quick kiss on her stomach. It was something I did every day when I came home from work, and her lying wasn’t going to get in the way of our little tradition.

Straightening up, I kiss my wife on the lips, and when her arms came around my neck, my dick began appreciating her body pressed up against mine. “Can dinner wait?”

Lake choked out a laugh. “It can,” she replied. “But your brother is joining us tonight, remember?”

I leaned back, so I could look down at her. “Pretty sure my brother knows I fuck my wife on the regular.” She laughed as she slapped my chest and turned back towards the prep counter.

We lived in Port Lucia, though Lake’s parents still lived in Sands Cove. We visited often, but Lake preferred living in a bigger town with more opportunities for work. She was a freelance photographer, and though her traveling was minimal, she worked a lot. Or, at least, she had before we got pregnant.

“Cockblocked by my own brother,” I grumbled as I went to the fridge for something to drink.

“And your parents,” she added.

“And?”

She laughed. “My parents.”

I set the unopened bottled water on the counter and went back to wrapping my arms around Lake’s waist. “I promise I’ll be quick,” I negotiated.

This time her laughter rang throughout the kitchen. “Never a day in your life,” she replied.

“Five minutes, flat,” I lied.

“As sexy as that sounds, Ramsey, you’re just going to have to hold out until after they all leave.”

I stepped back and slapped her ass. “You’re brutal, woman.”

She laughed again, and it really didn’t get any better than this.

The End.