Page 49 of Taking A Chance

The last two years that Cade and I have official been together have been eventful, to say the least. Life has a knack of throwing you a curve ball, just when you least expect it.

Who’d have believed that I was one of the miniscule percentage of women that the pill doesn’t work for? Or maybe I’m just a slack bitch who missed a few. I guess we will never know 100% without going through a catalogue of tests. You would have thought that I’d learnt my lesson the first time around, making sure that we used a condom. Problem is, when Cade gets me all heated up, my brain ends up in a sex fuss and the only things on my mind is Cade’s cock, Cade’s fingers, Cade’s mouth. I think you get my drift. And the spanking. Oh yes! Naughty little me couldn’t resist being bad, if it meant that Cade would add a bit of sexual discipline to the equation. Cade is definitely the dominant one when it comes to the sex in our relationship. He can be controlling and demanding, but only at the right time, in the right place. The bedroom, the kitchen, any room possible where he can get me alone and fuck the hell out of me. But the rest of the time, he treats me as an equal. No scrap that! He treats me with the greatest respect, like I’m his everything, and he tells me every day, too.

I digress. Back to the subject.

So yes, I’m pregnant again. Working out the dates, it must have been within the first few days we were back together in Bratislava, but it took over a month after we had moved to Bath for it to register that something was amiss.

Two weeks after Cade had tracked me down, we all moved to Bath. Even my mum followed a few months later, but kept her home in Bratislava so she can make regular visits back home. Cade was adamant that she should have her own space with us, but the freedom to come and go as she pleased. He thought it was imperative that Mum continued to have the special relationship that she already had with Viktoria, to stay a constant in her life. Deep down, he held strong family views, and it was important to him that bonds between family members were strong and secure, never to be broken. He’s constantly on at me about getting married. Who would have believed it from the man who used to be a bit of a commitment-phobe? Yet, it was me that was the one saying, maybe soon, what’s the rush, let’s discuss it later. I guess the real reason was that I was so blissfully happy with our life that it terrified me that it would jinx it.

When we first moved over, Isaac insisted we stayed with them. The news that they were an aunt and uncle for the first time, and that Sam had a cousin barely two months younger than him, came as a bit of a shock. Apparently, Kat never betrayed my trust, not really anyway, but had made it clear to Amy that it was important that Cade talked to me and sooner rather than later. Hence the call to Isaac and Cade being on the next plane to Bratislava.

Within minutes, the room was full of hugs, back slapping and celebrations. However, Isaac took great joy in getting his revenge by constantly being on Cade’s back, passing remarks about being tied down. I think his words were, who’s the one that’s pussy whipped now?

It didn’t take us long to find somewhere big enough for us all. In fact, the house had an annex off to the side which was perfect for Mum. We had two guest rooms too, so we were even graced with a visit from Ben, who came to stay for a couple of weeks to help us get the house in shape.

It was when Ben stayed, I realised I’d missed my period. At first, I’d try to tell myself that it was just the stress of moving and everything, but deep down I knew. While Cade was out with Ben, picking up paint and Viktoria was having a nap, I took a test. I was scared shitless. Cade was going to go ape shit. A baby? So soon? To make sure, I took another, then another. Three tests later, all showing up positive, my head was all over the place.

As Cade and Ben walked in, I mumbled something about having to go get milk. Grabbing the car keys out of Cade’s hand, not even a pause for a kiss, I made a beeline for the door. I drove to the one place I knew I could vent.

When Kat opened the door, she had found me stood on her doorstep a blubbering mess. I spluttered out my predicament as she guided me into her apartment and onto the sofa.

She listened as I ranted through my tears and sobs, voicing my worries about how Cade was going to react and how this surely would ruin our unconventional, fledgling relationship. Kat, being Kat, told me to get a grip, go home and tell him. She then, in the nicest possible way, reminded me I’d already kept too much information from him and that this time, good or bad, he deserved to know.

I sat outside the house for what seemed like ages, playing out every possible scenario in my head, each one seeming to end up with me losing everything. I was sick to the stomach with trepidation. When I plucked up enough courage to step out of the car, I stormed into the house with a do or die attitude. My temporary bravery dispersed immediately when I’d entered the kitchen and found Cade sat on one of the high stools at the counter, tapping away on his laptop. His gaze immediately met mine. A soft smile played upon his lips; his eyes full of adoration.

“I’m pregnant,” I had blurted out, my body shaking in fear, my heart in my mouth, waiting for his reaction.

“Really?” he had said, jumping off the stool and storming towards me. Picking me up, he’d spun me around before taking my breath away with his hard, heated kisses. “Damn, baby. That’s the best fucking thing, just the best.” When I burst into tears, he held me tight. “Hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay, is the baby okay? Petra, baby, you’re scaring me.”

“I was scared. I wasn’t sure you would want this. It’s so soon.”

“Baby, I love you. Of course, I want this,” he had replied. “It’s fucking awesome. You know both you and Viktoria are my life, and nothing will ever change that. But this time, I get to see you carry my child and watch you bloom and grow. I can’t wait to see our baby being born. Hold them from the very first moment, be there from the very start. You are giving me a second chance, and I can’t thank you enough.” His love making that night was gentle, caring and full of emotion. We held each other for so long afterwards, as we shared tears of love and joy. Cade is not a crier, so I knew that this was something monumentally special for him. For us.

We had a few prenatal scares, which meant Cade fell into the role of overprotective baby daddy, putting me on bedrest and a sex ban. He was pretty rubbish at it, because hell, I was having none of it. Although I would never put our baby at risk, I knew he was just being overcautious. Anyhow, this time during pregnancy, I was horny all the fricking time and it sure as hell didn’t help that Cade was in such close proximity. I couldn’t keep my hands off him. Eventually, he gave in to me, and for those few months, I was totally in control. He said that he preferred it that way, as I knew exactly what my limits were while pregnant. He also told me not to get used to it, because after the baby, it would be business as usual. I couldn’t wait.

Cade still has to fly back to Miami now and then, but it’s becoming less and less since he took the position working with Isaac. He would never let go of his company and continues to keep a close eye on it, but he has an excellent team in place, who he trusts implicitly. This option of taking a back seat works perfectly, only having to attend monthly meetings, some of those via video link.

I no longer work for Isaac. Although, in general, everyone was great when the news got out about Cade and me, I still found it too uncomfortable to stay. I felt guilty about not earning any money to bring into the household, but Cade supported me 100%, and besides, I got to spend quality time with Viktoria before the new baby arrived.

However, when Cade suggested I should find something of interest to me, something just for myself, I brushed it off as being ridiculous. But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. It wasn’t going to be easy, but I resurrected my dream of being an interior designer. I checked courses and what options I had, working out if it would be possible without jeopardising too much time with my family. When I voiced my thoughts and ideas with my mum, she was full of excitement, telling me she would support me all the way. Cade was absolutely over the moon when I laid out my plans. He was so supportive that in my hormonal state; I ended up a complete mess of emotions.

So, three months after the baby was born, I started a one-year foundation diploma in art and design, with a plan to do a degree. I still feel like I’ve missed out on the total university experience, but I still had good enough qualifications to get accepted. If I work hard, I’m confident that I will accomplish my goal.

Even before I had any design qualification under my belt, Isaac had me seconded as an adviser when Amy decided that the Bath offices needed a complete overall. I was nervous at first, as hotel rooms were my niche thing, but once I’d got involved, it was a breeze.

My life has come full circle. From being a depressed and mixed-up girl who escaped to a new life, with an outer shell that gave the impression of a confident, flirtatious woman, yet with less than a handful of friends. I had fooled myself into thinking that I was happy having control over my life, protected by the invisible walls that I had erected. Only now realising that I can only truly be free from those restraints. Cade has done that for me. He has broken down that barricade, held me so I didn’t fall and has given me the strength to be my true self.

Will I ever trust, honour and obey?

I trust him implicitly.

I’m honoured to be showered with his love.

I will obey him always… in the bedroom!

“We need more drinks,” Amy announces, walking in from the backyard, thrusting a large glass pitcher into my unexpected hands.

“And you want me to make it?” I ask, only taking hold before it slips to the floor.