Protection

64.

One month later...
I can't take my eyes off her, almost like the natural sway of her hips cast a spell on me. She's fucking gorgeous, breathtaking, a goddess. Staring at her now, I forget my name. I lick my lips before taking the bottom one between my lips. Fuck, I'm hard. I want her. I watch as she sinks into the music, dancing so carefree like the world is going to explode, like she hasn't stolen the entire club's attention.

Fuck it. I'm taking my shoot. I've never been turned down before. I bring my glass to my lips and finish the rest of my whiskey. I place the glass on the bar then rise to my feet and fix my suit. Before I could walk over to her, she stops her dancing and strolls over to me, tucking her shoulder-length, dark red hair behind her ear. I gulp.

"Can I help you?" She asks me.

"Yeah, you actually can." I lick my lips again as my eyes cover her flawless body.

"You're staring," she growls then shoves me back. I let my body crave into her push and fall back on my seat. "And I have a husband."

My lips twist into a smirk. "And I have a girlfriend. Come home with me tonight."

"I'm your wife!" Sidra gasps, and I laugh. "Forget it, I don't want to play this stupid game anymore."

"I love you." I peck her lips.

I was going for a kiss, a real kiss, but she pulled away.

"Mm!" She presses her fingers to her glossy lips. Her makeup is light and pointless, she doesn't need that shit. "How much did you have to drink?"

I have to think about it for a moment. "I might need your help up the stairs. But I'm still good enough to fuck you silly."

She blushes and leans into me.

The last month has been hard but Sidra, reusing to look anywhere else but the bright side, got us through it. She reminded me that our baby will live on in our hearts, that as long as we have love for it, it can live on forever and it will. The day after David stopped by, I went to the store and bought a pot, and a bag of dirt and seeds. Sidra broke down when I returned and she saw what I got. We planted our baby's plant that afternoon and most of it was watered with Sidra's tears. It was strange...I was actually able to fall asleep that night with little issues. Sidra also reminded me that we still have a baby on the way.

The reminder of my son clears my mind and any dirty thoughts I want to do his mother.

I place my hand on her belly. "How's Cillian?"

She playfully rolls her eyes. "Odd where your mind went but Henrietta is just fine."

"You liked Imogen once."

"Yes, but now you're determined it's going to be a boy so it's a girl and her name is Henrietta."

"I want a boy."

"I'm telling our daughter when she's old enough to understand."

I laugh. "Deal."

She pecks my lips then looks back. "Where's Burk-oh!" She abruptly gasps. I follow her gaze to see Burkhardt sitting at a booth with his tongue down some girl's throat. There's a guy with them and he's pressed against Burkhardt's side, rubbing Burkhardt's crotch. "I can't unsee that!" Sidra groans, burying her face into the crook of my neck. I laugh.

"You didn't know Burkhardt was bi?" I ask the back of her head.

"No!" She exclaims, and I laugh harder. "How and why would I know that?!" She has a point, there is no absolute fucking reason why she should know what Burkhardt likes. She draws back to look at me and thread her fingers through my hair with both hands. I smile, placing my hands on her hips I was just going insane over a moment ago. "Have you ever...thought about having someone else in bed with us?"