Stronger by Ang Chris

Chapter 75

Graysons POV

There’s nothing sweeter. Nothing is as perfect. Nothing this nearly as important as what I saw waiting for me as we landed.

She stood there her belly far too big, waiting for me. The time that had passed I could never get back.

The copter landed and the blades slowed as I got out.

“Grayson,” her voice choked and she stumbled forward.

Annette,” I breathed her in.

Her skin was still ungodly soft to r

my touch. She had no marks on her to tell me my worst fears had been confirmed.

She threw away all decorum and jumped up to my l*ps capturing me. I joined her wrapping her up in my arms and keeping my salvation in my hands.

“You” came back,” she whispered, tears being wiped against my shirt.

“Always,” I reminded her grabbing her hips and without thinking picking her up.

Grayson,” she gasped so delightfully. “Grayson everyone is watching,” she reminded me her dutiful mind reminding her of our respectful positions.

“It’s too late to stop,” I returned my mouth to her. “They’ll see us at the feast tonight,”

She was the soothing balm to my crazed behavior. She was the sunshine after the fire had blazed through the night.

I kicked open our door and took her upstairs locking the bedroom from anyone who might disturb my rewards.

“Grayson you look so torn up,” she looked over my b*dy.

“I have you for that,” I grabbed one of her wrists and then her waist pulling her in for a k*ss.

She giggled in excitement as I released her. “Grayson Adams. As much as I am relishing this. You’re filthy. Get in the shower,”

For a second I wanted to get indignant. But then I decided. “Great idea,” I picked her up again and she squealed.

I started the shower and walked back over to her taking off her sweater and then her dress.

I traced my hands along her bump. I suppose it was still small but she looked so much bigger than she had before.

“How’s our babe,” I asked her, holding my hands to her stomach.

“He’s strong. He’s much bigger now he looks like a babe. I took a video and got extra photos but we can go tomorrow if

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wish,” she rubbed her thumb

Watching this take shape,” I looked down at that growing swell

patiently I promise you,” she calmed me taking my face in her hands. “He’s your

see?” I felt a pang of fear and guilt.

saw her misstep and froze

do you? My

voice was enchanting me, all I wanted was more of her.

off the dirt–ridden, bloody, torn clothes and led

turned the water black as it washed me clean.

have had to do any of that,” she pouted slightly

but it doesn’t matter. I’m home,” I ended that conversation as quickly as I could. I didn’t want to think about what else we

my mouth joined in following the path of her b*dy. I had her in my

before she stopped me because the

before she fell asleep in my arms. After an hour or so of watching her, I drifted off

as well

to her sitting on top of me

felt her tears hit me.

over me and wake me up like a bitter

yourself I’ll

the instigator,”

is the instigator,” she shoved

wasn’t using her full strength

she’s inbuman strong

your nausea been.” I charged topics back to my worries about her

new foods have been added to my list to avoid but pork is

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eyes.

roasted chickens prepared for dinner tonight,” I declared to her.

she perked up an eyebrow. “What will everyone else

he?” I placed a hand on her ever–growing

whatever you want to eat. I’ll have the men carry you around on a bed, so your feet don’t

godly entertained my

stretched and got off of me.

is this?” I glared at her taking her warmth away from me only to dance

eyes.

to go out and help people today. I have to teach the new

letters,” she went into our closet.

decide that you should stay in bed

she called

You must do as I say, unruly woman,” I

her back straighten before she turned to me that knowing look in her eye before she stuffed back

only one you listen to,” she k*ssed me. “Get up,”

by my side. She pouted once that she had things to do, but only

saw him but she slowed her steps remembering

long way to

brother the shiniest gleam of hope