“All girls.”
“Your father is a lucky man.Daughters.”
Fohr finally sat back in his seat.
“Is it daughters you want in the future?”
The question spilled from my lips before I had a chance to stop them.
“If it’s daughters you’ll give me,” he commented, silencing me at once.
With furrowed brows and a heart engulfed in flames, I stared back at him. He didn’t bat an eye.
My God.Where has this man been my entire life?
I was sure God was tired of me calling on him, but with Fohr in front of me promising to fill my womb with the daughters I always dreamt of carrying to term was overwhelming.
It wasn’t until I tore away from him that I was able to breathe again.
“Don’t shy away from your duties, Kit. That’s all I’ll ever ask of you, quite honestly. I can handle the rest. I can’t carry or birth a child, though. That’s a job reserved for women.”
“You’re so sure of your future. It’s frightening and invigorating at once.”
“I’m sure of you–” he paused, taking the remote into his hand. “And don’t be frightened by anything I tell you, Kit, because it’s the closest to the truth you’ll ever hear. From anyone. About anything.”
Silence followed his declaration. I melted into the chair, uninterested in the food I’d told him I’d consume. He’d given me enough to gnaw on for the rest of the night.
Woodsy notes climbedup my nostrils, warming my entire frame.
Fohr.
He surrounded me. His large hands pressed me against his chest. Instinctively, my wrists were curled around his neck. Slow, forward movement stirred me awake.
Sometime afterSlyvia’s Love,at the peak of uncontrollable laughter due to Fohr’s humor, and mid-way throughReally Love,I promised to close my eyes for a split second. Seconds turned into minutes. And, I found myself being lowered into an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room.
Sensing my hesitation, Fohr pierced me with his gaze. He waited for me to adjust to the new terrain. When my elbows imprinted the bed, his breath hiked in his chest.
“Sweet baby, you need rest. If my room is a problem, please tell me now. I can take you bac–”
I shook my head. “No. No. It’s fine.”
His room. I yawned. The restricted part of his home was as beautiful as the rest. I made a mental note to explore in the morning. For now, I wanted that rest he spoke of. His mattress was the closest I’d come to a cloud until my time on earth ended. I was convinced.
“You know, Kit–” he began as he unbuttoned his top, “I’ve slept alone for the past year and a half and fought the urge to beg you to be in my bed the seven days you’ve been in my home.
“And, not for sex, but for comfort because while my presence has brought you discomfort from the start, yours has made me the most comfortable I’ve ever been in my life. It settles the warraging in my head and reminds me that my heart exists after being squished. I wondered why that thing between me and my ex didn’t work out.
“But, the moment I saw you, it made sense. It couldn’t work out. It wouldn’t work out. Because, I was meant to meet you. See you. Crave you. Pursue you. Win you. Claim you. And give you everything your heart desires.
“No one is deserving of what I have to offer at my big age but a woman of your caliber. A woman of your regard. A woman, Kit. And,you… to be more specific. It didn’t take me seven days to figure that shit out. I knew when you opened the door. The peace that washed over me–” He kissed the skin of his teeth.
“Shit was unreal. As if you were designed for me. Made for me. And, not on a delusional account or a love at first sight type of situation. But, a–Yeah. She’s the one I want. She’s exactly what I need.”
The feeling was mutual. I felt it in my spirit.
“Ya know?”
I nodded. “I do. Which is why I ended up at your door hours later.”
