Read The Holloways (Made for Love Book 3.5) Online
Authors: R.C. Martin
Tags: #A Made for Love novella
The Holloways (Made for Love Book 3.5) (17 page)
I fail to convince my husband that a shared shower would save on time as we prepare to leave for our long day of travel. I’m only slightly disappointed as he promises that he’ll snuggle with me on the plane as much as I want. Today, I can’t get enough of him—I just want to be in his arms, engulfed in his warmth, in his scent, in his love—so I plan on taking full advantage of his offer.
I feel like I have so much to be thankful for today, and even more reasons to love him—my Roman. Our first year as newlyweds has been above and beyond what I imagined it would be. Neither of us are perfect, and we’ve had our struggles. Sometimes he drives me crazy, and I’m sure I make him go insane, but with every day we share, life
before
we had each other seems so far out of reach and almost impossible to believe. I can’t imagine my life without him, and I thank God everyday that I wake up with him next to me. He’s my White Knight, my best friend, and my lover. He’s my everything and I’ll never stop wanting him. I’ll never stop loving him.
As I stand in the mirror, pulling my hair back into a ponytail, I can’t help but smile in remembrance of our morning thus far. I don’t even know that I can find the words to describe how I feel about trying to make a baby with my man. Just thinking about carrying a part of him—growing his child inside of me—it makes my cheeks warm. I love that man so much. I admire him and adore him and the fact that he’s ready and willing to create a human with me, it does things to my heart. Talking about it is one thing; but this morning, when he came inside of me—the look on his face, the feel of his body above mine, the sound that he made—all the things I love to see and to feel…they meant so much more this time.
We’re going to make a
baby.
When it happens, I know he’s going to be such a protective pain in my ass—but I can’t wait.
“Babe,” he calls before he peeks his head into the bathroom. “You about ready? The car’s here. I’ll load up but then it’s time to go.”
“Yeah. I’m almost done,” I assure him with a nod.
“Good.” He winks at me and then disappears. Ten minutes later, we’re on the road, headed for the airport.
Since it’s still pretty early on a Sunday morning, traffic is light and we make it to our first travel stop in an hour. I spend the entire car ride asking for hints about where we’re going. I know only that we’ll be gone for a week and that we’ll be stopping in one place—which means I know
nothing.
Roman’s too amused with my desperate desire to know where we’re going to be annoyed. He doesn’t tell me a damn thing, either. When we go to check our bags, he even goes so far as to make me stand out of ear shot while he hands the attendant my ID to print our boarding passes.
“You’re just being mean, now,” I pout as he takes my hand and leads me toward security.
“Okay, okay. You really want to know?”
I laugh as I drop his hand and smack it against his chest. “You’re an idiot! What kind of question is that? I’ve only been
begging
for you to tell me.”
He laughs with me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders as he pulls me into his side. “We’ll picnic in a garden of a palace; we’ll take romantic strolls through the city; we’ll spend hours looking at art—something I know you love; I’ll take you shopping, and you’ll be thanking me for keeping you on a budget these last few months,” he teases, resting his forehead against mine.
I stop him, wrapping my arms around him as my heart races, anxious to be wherever it is that we’re going already. “But
where
?”
“France, my love. I’m taking you to Paris.”
“Oh, my god!” I squeal, springing myself up as I throw myself at him. He catches me against his chest and I wrap my legs around his waist before I cup my hands around his smiling face. “I’ve never been to Paris!”
“I know,” he chuckles.
“Baby!” I cry before I crush my lips against his. He tightens his grip around me and I trace my tongue across his lips, seeking entrance into his mouth.
I could care less that we’re in the middle of the airport, people all around us as they come and go while I make out with my husband. He’s taking me to
Paris.
I’m so excited, I could burst. This surprise was worth the wait; worth all those nights I had to share him with Environmental Engineering while he worked his ass off through his last semester of grad school; worth every good day and bad day in between that has brought us to this moment—our first anniversary.
“Roman,” I sigh, forcing myself to pull away.
He opens his pretty brown eyes and looks into my green ones. For a second, I wonder if he can guess that my panties are wet from that kiss.
“Yeah, babe?” he murmurs.
“You’re going to get laid.
A lot
. We’re
so
making a baby in Paris.”
He grins at me before pressing a quick kiss against my lips. “Can’t wait.”
Intermission
Before you go…
Judah is up next! Here’s a little sneak peek into
Fool For You
, coming Summer 2016.
Theodora
A
SSHOLES AREN'T BORN, THEY'RE
made. When I met him, he had already been tarnished. Broken. His heart had already been marred by the darkness that ravages the world like an unstoppable beast. I didn't know it then. Didn't recognize the depths of his pain. I couldn't begin to understand the ways in which he was using me. I wasn't prepared for the ways in which he would destroy me.
Justin had my heart. He had my love. Then the asshole took what he wanted and left me, kicking the dust off of his feet as if the particles were my remains–the leftovers in which he no longer had any interest. I couldn't see it then, but I see it now. He had been torn apart and remade in the image of an asshole. I was his victim.
Where does the blame reside?
He was a victim once too, wasn't he? Then again, to say that I feel remorse for him would be a lie. I loath him with every fiber of my being. The truth is, every victim has a choice. To rise or to fall. He chose wrong. He might not ever understand. He might not ever see—the blinders of his carnal nature, the fortress around his battered heart preventing him from embracing the purity of love. Life. Happiness.
He may have broken me, but unlike the villain that made him, he did not make me.
I have been reborn.
Also by R.C. Martin
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Worthy of the Harmony (Coming Spring 2016)
I'm a born and bred Coloradan. While I now reside in Virginia, the land of the Rocky Mountains is where I've left a piece of my heart and where my characters come to life. When I'm not writing I'm reading; when I'm not reading I'm writing…you know how it goes! I also enjoy cooking, baking, crocheting, and jigsaw puzzles. Basically, I'm an old soul with a young heart, nonchalantly waiting for my prince to come.
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