Ignoring me, he growls at Abel, who is scrabbling and clawing at Knight’s hold on him, frantically trying to get free.
“Baby, we’re hungry and tired. I want to go home,” I tell him, hoping that the reminder of our baby will distract him from his anger.
Slowly turning his head, he looks at me, his gaze dropping to my stomach.
“You’re hungry?”
I nod.
“And tired?”
I nod again. “I want to go home. I want the bath I never had this morning. Will you help me?” I ask him softly.
“What about him? He thinks you’re his.”
Smiling, I laugh softly. “I was never his. I was always yours.”
“Always mine,” Knight echoes.
“Always. That’s why you came and got me. Because you knew right from the start, because we’re us. Take us home. Please.”
Turning his attention back to a red-faced Abel, Knight narrows his eyes coldly. “If you look at her or even think about her ever again, I will kill you. Do you understand?”
Knight doesn’t show emotion. Even at his most agitated, he never looks it. But he does now. The danger that you can sense is no longer below the surface. It’s out for everyone to see, because of me, because he’s protecting me, he’s protecting us.
“Fine. I don’t fucking want her. You can have her, you crazy motherfucker,” Abel spits when Knight drops him to the ground.
Immediately turning his back on my ex, Knight comes to me. “Always mine?” he asks softly.
“Always,” I promise.
EPILOGUE
Octavia
After the day Abel showed up at the studio, Knight and I stayed home for a week, resetting the routine that had been destroyed that day. For the first time, I asked my husband why he needed things done in a certain way at a certain time, and although it was hard for him to explain in a way that made sense to me, by the end of the conversation, I’d learned so much about what makes Knight tick.
Our day starts at five in the morning when he wraps me in a blanket and carries me into the gym. If I wake up before he’s finished working out, we fuck in the bed, or the pool, or wherever we can that will fit my ever-growing pregnant belly.
If I don’t wake up, he carries me back upstairs and wakes me up with his mouth or fingers on and in my pussy until I orgasm. It’s the absolute perfect alarm clock. We eat breakfast together, then he runs me a bath just like he did on the very first morning we spent together.
Our days aren’t as structured as Knight would like, but we always eat lunch together. Sometimes lunch comes with hisdick or fingers and an orgasm. But some days, not having a chance to touch each other drives us both insane in a deliciously frustrating way.
When my time is a little more chaotic than Knight can cope with, I’ve learned to spot his tells, and he’s learning to express that he’s struggling. He’ll always need his routine, and I’ll probably never really understand why, but what we both know is that we need each other.
Neither of us likes to be away from the other. We’re codependent in an incredibly unhealthy way, but who cares if it makes us both happy. All of our days end the same way, with us wrapped up in each other, grateful that fate or animal instinct, this town, or sheer dumb luck led us together.
I’m his mate, his wife, his doll, and he’s my everything. Knight and I aren’t normal. We’re weird as fuck, but what’s wrong with being weird? Fuck friendship. Fuck taking it slow. We burned normal to the ground, and what we found in the ashes was our perfect happy ever after.
The end.
