Redemption (Book 3) The Fixer Series (19 page)

He had been gone
for several hours and I knew that the minute he walked through that door, I'd know whether he told his mother or not.  I knew he was worried that she'd never forgive him for what he had done, but the bottom line was, he was her son and she'd do anything for him, regardless of how angry she was. 

I sat in the living room
, waiting for the love of my life to come home, so I could comfort him.  I thought about our anniversary and Dylan's birthday, trying to decide which gift I should give him first, as both would bind us together and heal our families, forever.

Dylan still had a long way to go before he would allow himself to heal.  And I was grateful to have Tristan around, for he stood by his friend and tried to help him along when I couldn't.  A guy thing, I supposed.  But nevertheless, Tristan always came through for him.  They would spend long nights in Dylan's office
, talking and sharing pieces of their lives and experiences with each other.  Every now and then, I would stand at the door and eavesdrop, just to get a glimpse into the male psyche. 

I learned a lot.  About why men don't share feelings, why they don't cry.  It wasn't that they didn't have feelings, or didn't care...it was that they were taught early on to shut it all down.   

There was a time when I believed I was the only one hurting and broken.  A time when I believed that Dylan Prescott had it all, money, women, family....a great life.  He was the cockiest, most confident person I'd ever met.   Until I got to know him.  He was just like the rest of us: broken.  And in many ways, he was more broken than any of us. 

He carried heavy burdens upon his shoulders, but
you never would've known it, for he knew how to hide his emotions from the world, very well.  And, he had experienced more loss in his young years, than most do in a lifetime. 

Dylan walked in
, and I knew that it didn't go well with his mom.  "Hey," I said, getting up off the couch.  "How did it go?"

"I don't want to talk about it," he replied, fighting back tears.

He looked beat, like he had gone to war and lost the battle.  I'd never seen him so sad. 

"Come here
." I walked over and grabbed his hand.  I took him over to the couch, sat and held him as he cried in my arms.  "Everything's going to be okay, baby.  I promise."

"She hates me, Brooke.  My mother hates me."

"Dylan, she doesn't hate you.  She just needs time to process everything.  Think about it, she's just now learning what you've known for years.  She loves you, trust me."

"You didn't see the rage or disgust in her eyes when I told her about Danielle."

"No, but I can imagine.  Honey, she's hurting, just like you are.  You don't just stop loving someone because they've hurt you.  Look at you, no matter how many times you tell yourself you hate your father, you don't.  You love him, Dylan.  You may not love the horrible things he did, but you have memories of him being another way.  That's what you hold on to." 

"Brooke.  He took your ring."

"What ring?"

"Your wedding ring.  We found it in a lock box along with my sister's bracelet and jewelry he had taken from other women."

"Shh...listen to me, and really hear me.  Okay?" 

He nodded his head. 

"It's just a ring.  Yes, a very special ring, because it once belonged to your grandmother, which you then gifted to me.   But I've been without that ring ever since he took it, and look at us, we're still together.  It isn't a piece of jewelry that matters in a marriage, Dylan.  It's what's in here," I said, placing my hand over his heart.  "I love you, no matter what happens. You'll always be my forever." 

"I love you, Brooke.  You know that?"

"I do," I said, giving him a soft kiss on the lips, as he laid me on the couch. 

"You're so beautiful,
Princess.   Inside and out."

"Aw...Dylan.  If I didn't know better, I'd think you want something from me."

That sly smirk came across his face.  "I think you know what I want, baby," he said, as his lips came crashing down on mine.  My tongue met his, stroke for stroke, twisting, twirling and breathing him in.

I gave him every part of me.  My body, heart...my soul.  He was the reason I woke up each day, fought to find myself, and had learned to love completely without fear. 

He gently tugged on my sweatpants, pulling them down and tossing them on the floor. 

"No panties?" he asked.
  I shook my head.  "Good.  I like it like this better."

     M
y body immediately responded to his touch, leaving me aching for more.  I let out a loud cry when his fingers spread me, his tongue gently, teasing along my slit. 

I grabbed his hair, needing him to lick harder as I pushed my mound harder against his tongue.

"No,
baby.  Slow."

I relaxed as he continued licking and sucking, taking everything I was giving.  I was on the edge, and cried out, as I came.  "Please, Dylan,
let me feel you."  He stood, removed his clothes then helped me remove my top.  "Dylan, lay down."

He did as I said
and I made my way up to his face, giving him perfect access to my wet and waiting pussy.  His tongue darted out as I rocked myself back and forth, taking all the pleasure I could get as he licked my clit.  My walls tightened and I tried to pull away, but he grabbed my hips and held me there, until I gave him the sweet juice he'd been waiting for.  He loosened his grip and I climbed on top of his lap.

He took himself in his hand and slowly guided me down his thick, waiting cock.  He felt so good as I rode him, feeling every part of him inside of me.  He was deep, so deep, and rubbing against
that spot I swear he had a radar for, because he hit it every time.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him as we made slow, beautiful love to each other.  The feelings I had for him were sometimes too much
.  He pushed deeper into me and I screamed in his mouth as I came, never letting go and never breaking our kiss as he came with me.      

We sat there
, loving, kissing, and re-affirming our love for one another. 

Dylan was in a better mood than he had been earlier in the day, and I know the marathon sex event we had on the couch and in the shower was mostly responsible for that.
  But I was struggling with thought of when to give Dylan his birthday and anniversary gifts.  So, I decided that it was now or never.

"Hey,
Cowboy, why don't you come here for a minute," I said, grabbing the shopping bags from behind the counter. 

"What's all this?" he asked, trying to grab at a bag.

"No.  It's a surprise," I said, slapping his hand away. 

"For me?"

"Yes, for you.  It's one of your birthday-slash-anniversary presents, since they're only five days apart." 

"Oh goodie," he said, rubbing his hands together like a little kid in a candy store. 

"Are you ready?"

"Yes.  Give it to me
, already."

I handed him the little square box, wrapped in blue paper.  He tore into it like a kid at Christmas.  "You like presents, Dylan?"

"What? I mean, of course.  Who doesn't?"

I laugh
ed, and then I laughed even harder when he looked in the box. 

"Brooke?"

"Yeah, Cowboy?"

"What is this?"

"Why don't you take it out of the box and see."

He pulled it out and stared
, "You bought me baby clothes?"

I laughed, rolling my eyes.  "Yes, and I ordered a crib for you
, too.  You know, so you'll have a place to sleep when the baby comes." 

"Baby?  We're
gonna have a baby?" he asked excited.

"Yes
!  I saw the doctor this morning and she said that everything looks good.  I'm high risk, because of my age, so she'll need to watch the pregnancy closely, but we should be welcoming our little bundle of joy at the beginning of February."

He came closer to me, placing a soft kiss on my lips
and his hand on my belly.  "I love you, Brooke.  This is the best birthday present you could have given me."  Then, he leaned down and gave the baby a kiss. 

"You're not mad that I didn't tell you sooner?"

"How long have you known?"

"For about a month, but I didn't want to say anything because of everything going on.  And...I was afraid..."

"Shh...it's okay.  I'm not upset, I'm fucking ecstatic!  I can't believe we're gonna have a baby."

"I know.  I can hardly believe it myself, it all seems like a dream."

"We have to move, you know."

"Well, not for a while.  The baby won't be walking until it's at least a year old."

"Nope.  We're gonna move.  We need to start looking at houses in the suburbs."

"Um...okay.  Why
the urgency?"

"Because I want our little one to come home to the place where he or she will grow up.  We'll need a big yard, one where I can build one of those really cool wooden swing sets for it
."

"I think we might be getting a little ahead of ourselves, Dylan.  The baby isn't even born
, yet."

"I don't care.  Our baby is going to have everything."

"I don't doubt that," I laughed.

"I think we should sell this place.  What do you think?"

"It's up to you, but why would you want to sell it?  Why wouldn't you just keep it?"

"Because once we move, I won't have any desire to come back here.  This won't be our home
, anymore, Brooke."

"What about giving it to Tristan?  He seems to like it here, and it's bigger than the apartment he rents."

"You know what, Princess?  That's a really great idea.  I'll ask him if he's interested."

"Perfect.  Now
, should we go look online to see what houses we're interested in?  Because I have a feeling, we're gonna have different opinions on what we should buy."

"You can have whatever house your little heart desires, Brooke."

"That's good, because I want one located in the foothills of the mountains, so I can wake up to that stunning view every morning." 

"We could always move to the house in Telluride."

"Really?  I don't think you'd like that commute, Mr. CEO."

He laughed,
"No, I suppose not, but I thought I'd put it out there for you to ponder."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure that won't work, so we'll have to move somewhere down south in the foothills."

"Pretty hell-bent on that area, aren't you?  I think I know of the perfect house down there that we can buy."   

"Well, let's set up a time and go look at it."

"It'll have to be tomorrow.  It's too late to go tonight."

We spent the evening
in Dylan's office, looking at homes to buy.  We were both so excited that we would be welcoming a new life into our family, that we lost track of time, forgot to eat dinner, and then he freaked out.  Being pregnant with Dylan around, was going to be another fun adventure with him hovering over me. 
Lord help me.
 
I'm gonna need Tristan's help with him, now, more than ever,
I thought, laughing to myself.

CHAPTER 20

Brooke

My pregnancy had been going very well, and my husband was a dream with the exception of his constant hovering.  The thought made me smile, even though he was mostly driving me crazy. 
There still wasn't symptoms of morning sickness, which my mother said was lucky, since that was one of the shittiest parts of pregnancy.  The only real complaint I had was, being tired and my boobs hurt.  A small price to pay for not throwing up every day. 

Today marked our one year wedding anniversary.  Looking back, so much had happened within that one year. 

I wanted to surprise Dylan for our anniversary, by giving him one of the best gifts he could possibly receive.  He had done so much for me, and I'd realized that I had never really done anything for him.  So, I figured I would give him what I knew would make him happy.  A chance for redemption with his family, with...himself.