Husband With Benefits

Seb gazed down at the woman nestled in his arms, her features softened by sleep. A sigh escaped him; she looked utterly exhausted. Despite the pull of desire he felt, he knew better than to act on it.

So, their marriage had yet to be consummated. A fact that both troubled him and assured him. But he knew, of course it was only matter of time when he would have her in his bed again, moaning his name in pleasure. He needed to push her, make sure that she accepted the marriage as is before they returned to the city. Or else, things would not turn out well for them. However, the need to protect her and their unborn child kept making his stumble.

Carefully, he withdrew his arm from beneath her, tucking the blanket around her form before quietly slipping out of bed. Outside, he was met with the cool wind as he fidgeted with the cigarette in his hand before throwing it out. There was no need to turn to another habit that he’d let go of.

Leaning against the balustrade, he discarded the unlit cigarette and sighed as he stared at her. Finally, he was at peace. He did not know what the future held. How he would be able to establish a normal married relationship with her. But he knew he had to. For the future of their unborn child. But he would have to be careful of his heart. He could not involve that in this equation andmake himself stumble. Now when she had proven time and againt that if he gave her an inch, she would take a mile.

With a sigh, he made a call, and smiled when he heard the cursing on the other end,"Fuk you, Seb. If this is not a life and death situation, I will kill you."

"Don’t be a grouch, Ian. It is a life and life situation. Get out of the bed if you want Isabella to get her beauty sleep."

Seb heard the rustle of the sheets on the other end and gently closed the door to his own balcony. He needed to make sure that Olvia had a restful sleep too.

Finally, Ian returned to the line with a sigh," Seb. I was expecting your call somewhere around the evening... But at least you don’t sound drunk... How are you holding up to this new situation?"

Seb frowned. Did Ian already guess something? Did he already know? No. How could that be. Even he had discovered things just early this morning and he’d made sure that no one would be suspicious... Carefully, he asked," What are you talking about?"

Ian swore again. Why had he never realized that Ian had such a foul mouth? He’d have to warn him off about improving his language if he wanted to be his kids’ godfather. Godfather. He was already thinking in such terms...

"You don’t have to prentend, Seb. We know that Olivia’s leaving would have hit you hard."