DOM: Chapter 74

I smile to myself.

A pained scream rips through the air as I smile down at my phone.

I save the photo to my phone, then save it as my background image.

I roll onto my back and groan. The mattress in this place is shit.

As I’m reaching for my phone, it buzzes with an incoming text.

Warmth floods my heart, and I hold the phone against my chest, letting my eyes close.

I’m ready to go home and be done with this.

My fingers drum on the armrest.

I don’t want to go to my mom’s for our family Christmas. I want to go straight home and bury myself inside my wife.

But this holiday has only ever been bad for her, and I need to change that.

She never mentioned her early childhood, before her father died. But based on everything she’s told me about her mom, I can’t imagine she did a real great job of playing Santa to little Valentine.

My Valentine.

I’m going to throw the biggest fucking Valentine’s Day party she’s ever seen.

And if she’s not pregnant by then, I’m going to stuff her so full she’ll have fucking twins.

I grin at her name-calling.