Noah
She was mine. Fleur had always been mine. When I had first claimed her, we had been young. Probably too young. We had made a lot of mistakes. No not we.
Me, I had made a lot of mistakes. None of them were meant to hurt her. I had never wanted to hurt her.
“Noah.” Her breathy voice brought me back to reality. There was no point looking back into the pat and saying what if. I couldn’t change the past; all I could do was make our future together perfect. I would love and protect her always.
I would love and protect the child growing in her stomach.
“Noah Please.” Her voice was breathy with need. Clutching at my hand she brought it up to cover her breast. The feel of that soft globe shocked me back into the present. I closed my fingers around it. Squeezing hard. And was rewarded
