Falling For My Husband (British Billionaires) (32 page)

“How many children did you guys plan to have?” Stella asked Sienna, piqued.

Before his wife had the chance to respond, Blake did it for her. “Five.”

“You two better get on that then.” I teased, but deep inside, I wanted to start my own.

The number didn’t really matter to me. I know Stella was young and she was busy with her business, so I hadn’t really sad anything because I didn’t want her to feel pressured.
Maybe next year…

That’s how our Sunday went.

It was spent with a group of friends. Luciana and Mark later joined us. I must say that married life was suiting us both well.

I was deep in thought, driving us home in the motorway when I felt Stella hand reach out for me.

“What’s that smile for?”

I was smiling? I didn’t even notice. Taking hold of her hand, I kissed it again and placed it against my heart for a few seconds before placing it on thigh. “I was just thinking how much I love being married to you. I’m deliriously happy, wife.”

“That’s always good to know.” She glanced at me before looking out the window, then back at me again. “How do you feel about babies?”

Funny how our thoughts were in the same subject, I thought as I approached the subject that I had wanted to discuss with her. “Cute little monsters.”

She snorted, squeezing my hand tight. “They’re cute, aren’t they?” she murmured much to herself, before directing me the next question. “How do you feel about making one when we get home?”

Did I say how much I loved my wife? “Don’t joke about that if you aren’t serious, my love.” I darted her a quick glance.

We haven’t been on this particular subject really. I wanted Stella to be happy and as much as I wanted to start expanding our family, her needs came first.

This might sound odd for some, but I’d choose my wife over my children. Yes, I would love my offspring’s madly, but my wife is world. Without Stella, life would hold no meaning for me. Other parents, I knew chose their kids over their spouses…but for me, it was the other way around.

My wife is my other half. Take that piece away, then I would be half a soul.

I was hers—unequivocally, forever was too soon,
loving her was my reason for breathing
kind of being owned.

Stella shook her head. “I wouldn’t joke about such a subject, Cal. Not only do I want one, but I also want to feel
your
baby growing inside me. When I said I want your all, I meant the whole thing. If you’re not so confident about your baby making skills, I would understand.” She lightly teased, but knew she was undoubtedly serious about having a child.

Pressing the gas peddle on my sports car, I gave the love of my wife a heated-can’t-wait-to-get-you-writhing-underneath-me-gaze. “You better take the next few days off because you wouldn’t manage to walk, my dear wife. And as for my skills, they’re legendary.”

We didn’t say a word until we were united in bed. The thought of Stella baring my baby brought me to my knees.

No matter what happens in the future, my wife came first—forever and always. Her needs were my own. Her desires were mine to deliver. Her wishes were mine to achieve.

Stella was the best thing that’s ever happened to me. When I agreed to marry her when she was eighteen, I didn’t know then… but I just realized that she Richard’s last gift—he gifted us love, each other.

It was true what they say… that sometimes what you’ve been looking all along was right there in front of you.  We get so blinded by so many things that we fail to see what was before our very eyes.

Never more
, my heart vowed as I looked into her crystal gray eyes.

~ THE END ~

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Prologue

The picture frames that once lined the table in the hallway are now scattered across the floor, in shambles, like the pieces of my heart.  Anger and sadness flow through my veins as I look at the broken glass that reminds me of my shattered soul.   I am sitting on the cool hardwood floor with my back to the couch and hands in my hair.  Tears stream from my eyes and my chest heaves up and down, as I try to catch my breath.   All I can do is think back to the best day of my life and try to figure out how it all went wrong.

“You’re it for me, Pea,” Danny said.  “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.  We’re going to be so disgustingly happy, our friends are going to hate us
,
” he joked. 

“Don’t I know
it!  I already see the girls making faces when we’re together.  This is going to push them over the edge,” I teased.  “Do you think we should make a group announcement?  Head out on Saturday night, like usual, then BAM, look at my ring, we’re getting married.”  I was already disgustingly happy and I couldn’t wait to tell everyone and show off my classic princess cut ¾ carat diamond on my left ring finger.

“We can do it however you want, Pea, as long as you promise me forever and always.”  How could I not swoon when he said stuff like that
?
 

“I’m yours as long as you will have me,” I said as I crashed into him
,
pulling him in for the most passionate kiss of my life. 
Even though I instigated the kiss, it wasn’t long until Danny took control, claiming my mouth for his own, just like he did my heart.

In that moment, I thought to myself, ‘I am hopelessly in love with this man.  Please dear God, don’t break my heart.’

Five weeks later, the night of our college graduation, I am in my apartment with a few girlfriends, Kylee, Marisol and Lena, getting ready to hit the after party.  Knowing Danny would be here soon, I decide to wear something that would tease him in just the right way.  My Danny was a boob man, so I put on my black lace corset top, that was meant more for lingerie, but God I looked amazing in it.  I paired the top with a pair of dark washed jeans and my favorite black peek toe pumps.  I was ready to celebrate four years of study groups, aggravating professors, finals, midterms, and lack of sleep with my friends and my man.  This is the beginning of the rest of my life …

Danny showed up a little after nine on his bike.  “Hey Pea, are you ready to go,” he called from the hallway leading to my apartment.

“I am. I heard you pull up.  I guess since we’re on the bike, I’m not bringing a purse.”

“You know the rules, Pea.  No purses or heels on the bike.  Change your shoes please.  You can put your heels in my backpack, if need be,” Danny said sternly.

I headed back into my room, I exchanged my pumps for a pair of black leather knee high boots that fit perfectly over my jeans.  Looking at myself in the mirror, I was surprised.  I don’t know why I didn’t think of this earlier.  This looks so much hotter.  “Damn Mira,” I said to myself.

I grabbed a thin black hair tie from my dresser and used my fingers to brush back my long brown hair and placed it in a low ponytail.  I am sure glad I decided to curl my hair tonight because the wind would have really messed up my hair and knotted it if I would have straightened it. 

Giving myself one more glance in the floor length mirror on the back of my bedroom door, I walked out of my room, shutting the door behind me, “I’m coming.”  I slipped on my leather riding jacket and left the apartment walking downstairs.

Danny was waiting for me on the front stoop of my apartment building.  I don’t know if it was just an emotional day or what, but Danny looks somewhat more mature.  He was wearing light faded jeans, an all black button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing his tattoo on his right forearm. 

Last summer Danny and Skylar got matching tattoos.  Danny’s right forearm displays, in old English lettering the word Smash and Skylar’s says Axe, in the same spot and lettering.  Skylar’s uncle used to call them Smash and Axe while they were growing up.  Boys will be boys.  I think it’s silly, but these boys are two peas in a pod.  I’m surprised I’m not dating both of them.

Kylee was just finishing putting her helmet on and climbing on to the back of Skylar’s bike when I reached where Danny’s bike was parked.  Danny was riding his beloved GSX-R.  Again, the boys have matching bikes.  I swear
, these two did everything together.  The only difference in Danny and Skylar’s bikes was the color of the seats.  Where Sky has purple, Danny has a dark midnight blue.  Everything else was all black.  I think the boys called it “murdered out” but I have no clue what that means.  It’s just looks like flat black paint to me.

I pulled on my black with pink pinstriped helmet and jumped on the back of Danny’s bike.  This was my favorite part.   I can just lie on his back, rest my head on his shoulder and go along for the ride.  No talking, no music, nothing but
us and the road.  Some girls get off on buying shoes, me, I get off on the sound of a bike.  There is just something about the rumble of a bike that makes me want to flip around the front and madly kiss the man I’m so in love with. 

Maybe it wasn’t all bikes.  Maybe it was just Danny’s.  I knew the sound.  Even though it was the exact same as Skylar’s bike and many other bikes around this town, something about the sound of this bike screamed Danny and nobody else.

We left the parking lot and headed towards the highway.  With my legs squeezing the life out of Danny’s legs and almost laying down on top of him, going fast.  This is where I get my thrills in life and I’m so happy I get to do it with my future husband.

My future husband.
  Oh hell.  In a few months, I’m going to be Mrs. Daniel Thomas.  Mira Rae Thomas.  That sounds like music to my ears.