SHEIKH'S SURPRISE BABY: A Sheikh Romance (13 page)

It was all painted a rustic white with some of the wood showing through and had incredible details carved into it. The woodworkers initials were etched into every piece and there was a lullaby carved into the bassinet. It was absolutely stunning and it stole her breath away.

Sam seemed just as impressed and walked up behind her. “Is this the one?” he asked softly putting a hand on her shoulder.

She felt tears in her eyes as she put her hand over her belly, nodding quickly. “It’s perfect!” she gasped, running over to the crib to touch the intricate woodwork.

Sam followed her and smiled. “Then it’s yours,” he whispered softly, his hand brushing over her belly for the first time since she’d told him she was pregnant.

The possessive, protecting hands of her baby’s father sent a shockwave through her. Her eyes widened and she swallowed hard. Sam moved away to talk to the shop owner before she could call him back but that touch changed this whole situation.

***

The furniture was scheduled to be delivered to the house the next day. The woman had actually argued with Sam, explaining how expensive the set was. She didn’t lay off until he put the amount she’d asked for on the table in cash. That shut her up real fast.

Sheryl was vaguely aware of what was happening. She was in the rocker, trying to process the emotions she was suddenly feeling. Her hands hadn't left her belly, trying desperately to keep the warmth of that touch within reach. What was happening? The touch had come with a stark reminder of what this was. It was a business arrangement meant to benefit them both. It wasn’t love and it wasn’t affection. This was placation.

That thought didn’t leave her for the rest of the. Sheryl was all but silent on the drive home. Sam tried to get her to tell him what was going on, but she simply smiled at him and told him she was tired. It wasn’t entirely a lie, but it was more a lie than it was a truth.

When they got home, she disappeared to her room without much of an explanation and left Sam confused and nervous. He felt that today was a good day. It seemed like they’d been bonding and making strides in their communication. She seemed less nervous and afraid. Well, until the last part of the day anyway. He wanted to know what had happened to change her mood.

She wasn’t going to tell him mostly because it seemed childish. She shouldn’t have been acting like this. She should have been happy that he was touching her at all. He’d made it clear in their first meeting that he was approaching this as business. That had been why she’d been so afraid and so hesitant. If he had seemed willing to make this work then she would have been more than eager to try and make something out of this.

Sheryl fell onto her bed and curled around her pillow. She didn’t come down for dinner that night. She stayed in her room and had it brought up to her. Sam tried to talk to her again, but she shut him down quickly explaining that she felt sick. His worry didn’t console her.

Night came and with it, her anxiety and sadness only got worse. It got to the point that she couldn’t take it. She needed to tell him how she felt. She decided to do this well after midnight for some reason. Sheryl crawled out of her bed and wandered down the hall, her light steps making the wood floor beneath her feet creaking as she walked down the hall to Sam’s room.

She pushed the door open slowly and peeked inside. Sam was asleep in the bed, one hand thrown over his eyes. He was shirtless and his muscular chest was exposed with the blankets tossed haphazardly over him. He was snoring softly and it made her smile for some reason.

Sheryl crept into the room and over to the bed. She slid in over the sheets and curled up next to him, sniffling a little. His snoring stopped and he groaned a little, turning to look at her squinting his eyes in the dark. He didn’t have glasses on and it struck her that she couldn’t remember ever seeing him without his thick rimmed glasses. She could see his gray eyes even better now.

“Sheryl?” he asked though his arm automatically curled around her.

She sniffled and the tears started again for the hundredth time that day. Damn these hormones. “I’m scared, Sam!” she wailed, burying her face in his chest.

He seemed a little shocked but pulled her close and rubbed her back. “You don’t have to be scared, Sheryl. We’re going to get the best doctors in the state,” he said gently.

“I’m not scared of that! I’m scared...I don’t want this to be a business arrangement! I don’t want to be a trophy wife! I want to be loved and I want our baby to be loved!” she choked out.

Sam looked down at her and stroked her cheek gently. “Oh, Sheryl...”

She looked up at him and he was smiling in the darkness. “I wouldn’t have suggested this if I didn’t think I couldn’t love you. I didn’t want you to feel backed into a corner. I wanted this to be your decision,” he whispered gently.

Sheryl sniffled and stared at him, “I...You...”

She didn’t get a chance to finish what she wanted to say. He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers in a tender kiss. The tears had stopped, but her cheeks were still wet and she could taste her tears in that kiss. The shock wore off and soon she was pressing herself against him, gripping his shoulders and kissing him desperately.

Even as the passion rose she felt the tender care in his kisses. He caressed her, brushed her hair out of her face. For the first time in her life, she felt treasured. She felt like someone thought she was the one. It wasn’t about a wild fling or love affair. There was a promise to make this real. There was a promise in those kisses and touches that told her she was going to be loved.

When his finger’s grazed her nectar soaked petals moans escaped her and her body felt like it was on fire. Every nerve screamed for Sam and his name fell from her lips over and over again like a prayer. The heat of their bodies filled the room and the smell of their lovemaking was intoxicating.

He somehow knew exactly where and how to touch her. Her legs curled around his waist and her fingers in his hair as their bodies moved together. He fit her like a glove and it was the most passionate, intimate experience she’d ever experienced. Every movement and every slight shift made her cry out in pleasure and made her head spin.

There was a fire deep in her belly that spread through her loins, making her pleasure blossom. It filled every inch of her body until her cheeks were flushed and her entire body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Gasps and pleading words escaped her lips as she rocked with him, cradling his head to her chest so he could suckle at her breasts.

Stars exploded behind her eyes and she swore she saw galaxies being born. She floated through the heavens and came fluttering down slowly, feeling him throbbing inside of her releasing himself with a long, low moan.

Sam collapsed on top of her, panting and moaning softly. Her eyes were wide and she just held him close as if she were afraid he might float away. She started to laugh and he did too. They didn’t need to ask why because they already knew. It was a laugh that spoke of relief and eagerness to start their lives together.

***

Little Liam had been home for about three days now and he was a perfect angel. The rest of her pregnancy had been a piece of cake. After her and Sam had decided that they wanted to be a couple things were perfect. They didn’t even stumble. It was like they were meant to be and that's what Sheryl wanted to believe. It was too perfect to not be fate.

Their baby was perfect. He had a mess of black hair on his head that was thicker than any she’d ever seen before. His eyes were the same stormy gray as his father's and his skin was the color of alabaster stone. He was beautiful and happy. She’d never met a baby as happy as Liam. He only cried when he was hungry and was far more likely to laugh and giggle.

Sam was the best father anyone could ask for. When Liam cried at night he’d roll over and pull the little thing out of his bassinet and place him on Sheryl’s chest so he could eat. She hardly even woke up half the time. She just woke up in the morning with a beautiful baby sleeping peacefully on her chest.

Sheryl was rocking in the beautiful hand-made rocking chair, Liam in her arms as she watched him sleep. He was such a beautiful baby. He slept peacefully as Sam walked in, knocking softly out of habit. It amused her that he always seemed to knock on the door.

She smiled up at him. “Hey,” she whispered not wanting to wake Liam.

Sam wandered in and looked down at the baby, smiling fondly. He sure does sleep a lot, doesn’t he?” he asked with a soft chuckle.

Sheryl nodded and stood, setting Liam down in the crib swaddling him tightly like they showed her at the hospital. She took Sam’s hand and led him out of the nursery glancing down at their matching wedding rings. They’d been married in a very quiet ceremony at the courthouse a few months before Liam was born. They were going to have a wedding, but they wanted to wait until Liam was a little older so that he could be part of the ceremony. It seemed fitting. The little angel had been what brought them together.

Once they were out of the room Sheryl wrapped her arms around Sam and leaned up to kiss him gently. “Thank you,” she whispered.

He blinked, wrapping his arms around her waist out of instinct. “Why are you thanking me?” he asked with a little smile.

“You gave me the greatest gift of my life. I never even would have imagined how fulfilled I would have been being a mom. I thought I was a career woman,” she said with a laugh.

He pinched her cheek playfully. “You can have a career and be a mom,” he pointed out.

She nodded and kissed him once more. “I know but...I think I just want to be a mom for now.”

It was true. The idea of leaving Liam in someone else’s care was horrifying to her. She wanted to be there for every little moment. Maybe she would consider going back to work when Liam started school. But right now, she couldn’t imagine anywhere else she would rather be.

Her life had turned out better than she could have imagined. She wasn’t happy at her job and she wasn’t even really happy with her life. Sheryl always felt that something was missing though she couldn’t put her finger on it. Now she knew exactly what it was. This.

She had been so determined to become something that she didn’t even want. She’d lost sight of family and the feeling of being close to someone. Now that she had both of those things she couldn’t imagine her life without them. Sam had been her light in the darkness and she hadn’t even realized it.

Sheryl watched him fondly and stole another kiss gripping his hand and starting to tug him towards the bedroom. “Come on. He’ll be asleep for a while and you don’t have any meetings to be at,” she said with a grin.

He laughed but followed her down the hall. It was true and rare. It seemed that business had picked up since Liam had been born. It was a blessing and a curse. However, he wasn’t going to think about business right now not when his beautiful wife was pulling him towards their bed and undoing her dress at the same time.

They fell into the bed together and paused when they caught each other's eyes. Both of them still had a hard time believing how perfect this all was. It seemed impossible that two people could be so utterly perfect for one another but...here they were.

They had found happiness in each other's arms and they knew that their life was going to be perfect as long as they had each other.

THE END

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