Page 24 of Surrendered Hearts
The proof is right there in his actions.
It’s also there in the vulnerability he shows only to me. Late at night and early in the morning, he holds me, touches me, kisses me, and opens himself up to me. Javier might not compromise often, or tell me he loves me all the time, but he lays his soul down in ways that weave themselves around my heart and soul, and whisper his love to me.
Today, he almost makes good on his word. Instead of giving me forty-five minutes, he strides into my office thirty-five minutes after our call. I was expecting that, though. I know my husband well. If I’d agreed to half an hour, he would have only given me twenty.
Dressed in the black suit he prefers and the dark sunglasses that almost always cover his eyes, he says, “We have a flight to catch.”
I stand and walk around my desk to him. “Where are we going?”
He pulls his glasses off and gives me his eyes. “Australia.”
“Ah, okay,” I say, more than a little surprised.
“Something came up and my presence is required.”
“And mine too?”
He traces a finger over my lips. “Your presence is always required.”
I move into him, craving the contact. My hands go to his waist before moving up to the hard muscles of his chest. “I have something for you.”
He lifts his brows. “I see you’re not in the mood to argue today.”
“I think this pregnancy is screwing with me. You should prepare yourself for when the hormones change course. I’m sure we’ll be arguing over everything then.” Plus, I love Australia. I’ve been with him three times now and it’s one of my favorite places on earth. Also, after three years of dividing my time betweenAmerica and Colombia with him, and all the places in between that he needs to go to for cartel business, I’m used to him springing travel on me at the last minute.
His hands settle on my ass. “What do you have for me?”
I reach behind me and grab my phone off the desk. Opening the folder of photos on it, I show him the image of our baby that my doctor emailed me this morning after my ultrasound. Javier tried like hell to move his meetings around so he could come with me, but between our various commitments and the doctor’s schedule, we couldn’t make it work for him to attend. I wanted to send this image to him straight away, but decided against that, because I wanted to watch him as he took his first look at our child.
I’m so glad I waited.
This moment is priceless.
He takes the phone from me and spends a good minute silently committing the image to memory before finally meeting my gaze again.
The emotions I see in his eyes melt their way into my heart and I forget to breathe.
This man has so much love inside him that most people don’t see, but I see it. I see all of it. And feel it in a way that causes my knees to go weak.
“She’s going to fight me harder than you do, isn’t she?” he says.
I laugh. “You don’t know what’s in store for you.”
“No more daughters after her.”
“Unfortunately for you, this might be the one thing in life you can’t control. And oh, how I’m going to be praying for all the daughters under the sun.”
His lips capture mine and he kisses me like he can’t get enough of me. “You are my ruin,dulzura. My absolute fucking ruin.”
I smile up at him. “And you wouldn’t have it any other way.”