Page 85 of Addicted

I brought my hand up and gently brushed a few strands of hair away from her face, careful not to wake her. Then I just laid there, staring at her, my mind drifting to thoughts I never thought I’d have.

I’d been coming inside her repeatedly. No condom... raw... every single time.

Indie had told me she missed doses of her birth control while she was at the crash pad. She still hadn’t been taking it since I moved her to the estate. Whichmeant there was a real possibility she could be pregnant.

Carrying my baby.

The thought should’ve scared the shit out of me. Should’ve made me panic.

I’d never wanted kids before. Never even thought about it. My life wasn’t built for that shit. I was a killer, a street nigga who made enemies every day. Not a fucking family man.

What the fuck would I do with a baby?

But when I thought about Indie carrying my child, something in me shifted in a way that wasn’t bad.

It was... good.

The idea of her stomach swelling with my seed, her body changing because of me, bringing a life into this world that was half her and half me. It did something to me. Made me feel possessive in a whole new way. Made me feel like I wanted it.

I thought about the way she loved and cared for Ishmael. How she’d sacrificed everything to raise him, protect him, give him a better life.

She was a natural caretaker. Strong, fierce, loving. She’d be the best mother. And if she was pregnant... if she was carrying my baby right now...

I’d make sure she had everything she needed. I’d protect her and our child with my life. I’d give them the world.

I couldn’t even believe I was thinking this way.

A few months ago, I didn’t give a fuck about nobody but myself and Kenzo. Now I was lying here thinking about babies and futures and shit I never thought mattered.

Indie had changed me. Turned me into a nigga Ididn’t recognize. And the crazy part? I didn’t hate it.

I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, inhaling the scent of her hair. It smelled like coconut and vanilla from whatever products she used.

Then I just laid there, holding her, feeling more content than I’d ever felt in my life.

An hour passed like that. Me awake, her asleep. Me watching her, memorizing every detail of her face. Me thinking about what it would mean if she was pregnant and realizing I wanted it more than I should.

Finally, she started to stir.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and she let out a soft sigh before her eyes slowly opened. When she saw me staring down at her, a sleepy smile crossed her face.

“You so damn creepy, Stone,” she said, her voice raspy from sleep. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

I smirked, my hand moving to her waist and pulling her closer.

“You mine, Indigo,” I said, my voice low and serious. “I can look at you however and whenever I want. I don’t need a reason.”

Indie rolled her eyes, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she brought her lips to mine and kissed me soft and slow, like she had all the time in the world.

I kissed her back, my hand sliding down to grip her ass, pulling her body flush against mine.

When she finally pulled back, she was smiling.

“Good morning to you too, daddy,” she said.

I smirked. “Good morning, baby.”

We laid there for a long time, just holding each other, before I finally sat up.