Love is patient and there is no room for pride. Not even for aDom.
I lift her from my lap and move to the bedside, pulling her to the edge so she’s standing with me. I lower my head and drop to my knees before her. With my hands gripping her hips, I press my forehead to her stomach. “I swear to give you nothing but raw, naked truth from this day forward. And I beg for your forgiveness, mon bien-aimé.”
I am a Dom on my knees for my submissive. I am placing myself below her, laying bare my soul. My gesture is a profound act of devotion. Very few actions could be more expressive about the deep regret I feel for the way that I’ve betrayedher.
She lowers herself to the floor so that we’re kneeling together. “I am your submissive. I never need you to be belowme.”
As a submissive, she could revel in this moment. Take pleasure in my kneeling before her, but she doesn’t. Because she is my true submissive and doesn’t delight in seeing me beneathher.
“I belong on my knees, below you, for what I’vedone.”
“You don’t, Tristan. I’m choosing to forgive you for this because I understand why you did it. I never want to be separated from you either, and I know the lengths that I go for you. But don’t mistake my forgiveness forweakness.”
“I would never see you as weak because you choose to forgive me. It takes strength to forgive. Notweakness.”
“I give you my submission and my forgiveness because I feel that you are worthy of it. Don’t ever make me question thatagain.”
“I won’t, mon bien-aimé. Neveragain.”
“And for future reference, not telling me something because you don’t want to piss me off is probably the best way to piss meoff.”
“Understood.”
I stand, taking her with me. I guide her to the side of the bed and sit beside her, placing my hand on her stomach. “We may have a little Creole baby inthere.”
She smiles and it eases my nerves a bit. “I suppose we should be figuring thatout.”
“I haven’t brought it up because I wasn’t sure how you felt about it, but I called Cat. She wants to see you at the clinic on Friday. We have an appointment ateleven.”
Her brow lifts. “We? Does that mean that you’re going to take off your clothes and have your body prodded with fingers and medicalinstruments?”
“No, but I’ll hold your hand while yoursis.”
“As youshould.”
“Because I’m the reason you may be pregnant or because you still want to be mywife?”
She takes my hand in hers, our fingers intertwining. “Both.”
My fingers toy with her. “I spoke with Elizabeth’s husband at Easton’s party about the transition from Dom to husband. He was very encouraging about marriage but children… he discouraged them. At least for a little while. He said that their older child was born very early in the marriage and that he wasn’t prepared to shareElizabeth.”
“A baby would be a huge adjustment, forsure.”
“I understand Brian’s point, but I think I would see our child as an extension of you. Just more of you tolove.”
“That’s a sweet thing tosay.”
“I can besweet.”
She looks down at our toying fingers. “Do you want me to bepregnant?”
I can’t lie. “I would be very happy if youwere.”
“And if I’mnot?”
I consider that for a moment. “If you’re not, I’d like to get married and work onit.”
“Have you ever even been aroundbabies?”
