Page 91 of Unbreakable Thread

“Let me finish, please,” I say softly. A quick peck on her lips. “You packed up and left me. And I understand why. Even if it gutted me.”

She shakes her head at me, stepping back. “You don’t know shit.” She exhales loudly. “There is a lot you don’t know because you haven’t made yourself available. Now is not the time to talk. Not here. When we get back home, I have a lot of words for you.” She points, her voice stern. “Right now, we need to discharge Hector. He’s staying with me.”

“No, he’s not. He’s staying with us. You’re coming back home with me. And don’t give me lip about it. You can shout at me in our bedroom and give me all the words you want, and I will grovel at your feet if needed. I will do as you wish, but I also have words for you, tesoro. After we are done shouting and yelling at one another, I’m going to show you how much I’ve missed you, and I’m going to possess your body with the pleasure only I can give you.”

Her angry, piercing eyes are still visible, but her body shudders at my words, giving off a small sparkle of lust.

“If we need to angry fuck, then so be it. I’m furious you robbed me of air for months because I can’t breathe without you. I don’t know who I am without you.” Filling the space between us, I add, “Then, when our anger subsides, I’ll make love to you. I’ll worship the ground you walk on for the rest of our lives for giving me everything I dreamed of.” I rub her round, small stomach. “I love you.”

She huffs, and her gaze goes from me to the pond filled with ducks and little ducklings following behind. “You make it so hard to be pissed off at you. Especially with that mouth of yours and that face, and I love you too.”

With my thumb, I swipe her cheek, turning her to look at me. “Handsome, sexy face, you mean?”

She rolls her pretty brown eyes. “Yes, but unfortunately, I’m still angry with you.”

I kiss her cheek. “Noted. And I’m still infuriated with you and have a lot of questions.”

“I’m sure you’ll make your infuriation noted when you’re angry fucking me.”

My lips curve. “Most definitely. You’ll feel me so deep inside, your screams will be heard at the flaming gates of hell.”

She snorts.

“I’m positive you’ll rub your pussy aggressively on my handsome face,” I muse.

She picks at her nails. “Of course, how else can I suffocate you? I just hope your poisonous tongue can thrust angrily. It will need to keep up with my aggravated rubs.”

I lick my lips at her sarcasm.

“My sharp tongue works magic, mi amor, you’ll be rocking so hard that you’ll see stars.” I take her hand in mine.

“I hope that’s a promise. I’d love to see the little dipper.”

I crack a smile. “I’ll take you there.”

Dew-dampened blades of grass fold beneath my sneakers with each step, the soft squish-crunch marking our path toward the far corner of the yard where my dad leans in, nodding at a woman with papers in hand.

A small smile appears on her beautiful face.

Twenty minutes on the road, and the only sound is the radio. After signing papers, they discussed what we need to do to help him with his road to recovery at home. They asked if we needed a therapy session before we left. I’m sure they asked because they heard the shouting. I respectfully declined. I’m not ready for that just yet.

I tap the tips of my fingers on the steering wheel. It’s going to be a long drive. I can’t ask her the questions I want to know with my dad here. Like, how far along are you? When did you find out? Why didn’t you come tell me? My dad knew before me. That stings. Who else knows? I should have been the first one to know. Above all, I can’t believe I’m going to be a dad. I can’t wait for that moment to hold the baby we created.

I reach for her hand, bringing it to my lips and pressing a gentle kiss against her knuckles. When she doesn’t withdraw from my touch, I guide her toward me until she settles onto my lap. She glances at the tattoo on my knuckles, and her eyes widen.

Her fingers trace the letters without pressing down. Sol looks up at me. I keep my eyes on the road. “When?” she asks quietly.

“A while ago,” I say.

Thirty minutes pass, and Sol turns to face my dad. “Hector, tell me how your week was.” I know she’s doing it to break the tension.

“It was good. I met with my therapist, had group meetings, worked out, and hit the bags.”

I raise a brow at that. Is he boxing again? It shows in his physique.

“That’s great, Hector. Have you eaten? We can stop at the next exit. We are getting hungry.”

‘We’ meaning her and the baby. I’m still shocked she is pregnant. This is definitely a birthday I won’t forget.