Page 150 of Petite Fleur

I've tackled her, tattooed her, pierced her, and kidnapped her, but is this what breaks her?

“Talk to me, ma fleur.” I beg after several minutes of silence.

I rub my hand up her spine, trying to get her head back in the present and back with me.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, my girl looks up and into my eyes. The look on her face shows me how broken she must feel. “I’m too young for this.” She says sadly.

I pull her into my chest, hugging her while she finally lets out how she’s feeling by crying into my bare chest.

I don’t mind that she’s a little upset; I understand. It’s not like I’d given her a choice about all this. I know that for me, I’ve been looking forward to this since I fucking met her, but Maeve? She’s been looking forward to affording groceries; she’s been looking forward to being able to buy herself a car after graduation and being able to put money into savings.

She hasn’t been thinking about a family and a wedding; she’s been thinking about surviving college.

“I’m never going to have the chance to finish school now; I’m always going to be a loser; you've ruined me.” She says quietly into my chest.

I shush Maeve, kissing the top of her head while I hug her. “You were never a loser, ma fleur. You will finish school, I promise. You will still get everything you've ever dreamed of; it will just look a little different. I promise you, ma fleur, you will love this life.” I say confidently.

She doesn't respond to anything I'm saying, but I don't expect her to, not immediately, at least.

That's fine; I'm willing to wait. If she wants to scream at me or slap me tomorrow when the weight of our situation hits her, that's fine.

I'll be her punching bag.

I'll become anything she needs.

“Sean…” She says quietly after a while. I don’t know what she’s feeling about me right now or about this baby, but we can deal with that tomorrow. Tonight, I can just be here for her and with her.

“I will pick him up tomorrow; it’s not a big deal.” I promise, but my girl huffs and picks her head up from my chest. “No. You promised we’d go get him so we can get Abby out.” She says more confidently.

I slide my hand into her braid, holding onto the back of her head so she can’t look away from me. I need her to hear me and to understand. “I will pick him up tomorrow. You can still kill him once I have him sedated, but I will not put you in any danger.” I say sternly to her.

The glare that Maeve gives me is enough to melt my fucking face off.

She hasn’t looked at me like this in a long time, and it breaks my heart that she’s upset with me. “No. You promised. I’m going with you to pick him up; I'm pregnant, not incompetent.” She says sternly.

Fuck, I have to tell my cock to go the fuck back to sleep.

Now is not the time to get a fucking boner, but my girl sticking up for herself just turns me on so much, and she knows it.

Maeve feels me harden against her, using that to her advantage. “We still have time, big guy.” She says.

She starts to kiss down my neck, and honestly, all rational thought goes out the fucking window.

I already know I'm being manipulated, but who fucking cares?

I would argue, demanding she go to sleep and listen to me, but then her hand wraps around my cock, and I can't think of a single argument as to why she shouldn't be touching me right now.

She lays me on my back and starts kissing down the scarred “Y” into my chest. I hate that fucking scar, but when she drags her tongue down the scarred tissue, my cock jumps to attention, and I forget that it's a reminder of the worst times of my life.

She makes her way down my chest until she reaches the waistband of my boxers. She stares up at me with an amazingly sexy look on her face before pulling my boxers down to expose my cock to her.

Fuck, I need her.

No, think, Leon.

She needs sleep; she needs to behave.

Just don't get hard, yeah… easier said than done.