Bliss York

THE SUN WAS barely breaking through the blinds when I opened my eyes. Nate was asleep beside me. We had eaten in last night and talked about things. I asked all my questions and he seemed to want to tell me. Then we kissed until our clothes were gone and made love in the bed for hours. It had been slow and sweet. Naughty words hadn’t been needed.

Watching him sleep peacefully with his arm thrown over me was like a dream. One I had a million times and never expected to experience. I reached over and brushed the hair from his eyes. He was mine. After all these years Nate Finlay was mine.

But for how long?

I’d asked him questions last night now wondering had it been to avoid talking to him about me. My past. My illness. I had avoided it because I didn’t want him to see me as the sick girl. If we were going to have a chance at a real relationship I had to talk to him about what all I went through. How it affected my body. Especially now. He’d created a child that he never got to hold. If we stayed together he’d never get to create another one. My body didn’t work properly. I’d lost parts of me in the treatments.

I moved to get up quietly so I wouldn’t disturb him and pulled his discarded shirt on before going to the kitchen for coffee. Nate said he loved me. Everything he did and said last night also said he loved me. He wanted us to work. Keeping it a secret about what all my body went through especially the fact it couldn’t bear children was a lie. I wouldn’t lie to him.

The fear that in the end he’d leave me for someone whose body wasn’t broken was strong but it was a truth I had to face now. Waiting until later was unfair to both of us. I had come to terms with the fact that I would become a mother by adoption and I was good with it. I wanted to give a child a family. I wanted to love it and raise it. And I knew one day I would adopt more than one child.

After I poured a cup of coffee I sat with my feet curled up under me on the sofa and looked out the window. It wasn’t a beach view but the early morning sun danced on the world outside. It was peaceful. Full of promise.

“You left me in bed. Our first morning as a real couple and you left me.”

I turned to see Nate standing there shirtless in a pair of boxer briefs. His hair was still mused from last night and his eyes heavy from sleep. A man should not look that good. It was unfair to the females of the world.

“I didn’t want to disturb you.”

He cocked one eyebrow. “Were you still naked?”

I nodded.

“Then I would have preferred you disturb me. Next time crawl on top of me.”

I laughed into my coffee cup. I wanted this so much. But first he had to know.

“I need to tell you something.”

His teasing smirk faded. “You look serious. That makes me nervous.”

I could drag this out and explain everything but I wanted to say it. Let him process it and figure out if we had a future. One past dating and enjoying each other. One where we grew old together. He may not want to adopt. After losing his son he may need another child with his blood. His smile. A part of him.

“I can’t have children. The chemotherapy ruined that part of me.” There I said it. He would be reminded I was sick. That I hadn’t always looked like this. That I wasn’t completely whole.

“Okay,” he said walking over to me. He sat down beside me and pulled my legs into his lap. “How do you feel about that?”

What? He was asking me how I felt? I’d known this for a long time. He was the one that needed to adjust and decide how he felt about it. I answered his question anyway. “I’m going to adopt when I’m ready to have kids. A child doesn’t have to grow inside me to be mine.”

He nodded. “Agreed. Well it wouldn’t have grown inside me anyway but I agree with you. I wouldn’t love a child any less because they didn’t have my blood in their veins. I like the idea we would give a child a home that needed one. That we would love it and raise it the way our parents did us.”

I was going to cry again. I had cried a lot the past twenty-four hours. “You really mean that?”

“Hell yeah I mean that,” He tugged me closer and I clutched my cup with both hands to keep the little bit of coffee left from spilling. “All I need is you. If I have you I’m happy. Raising a child with you will make me happy. Our baby doesn’t have to come from us to be ours.”

I sat the cup down beside the sofa. Then promptly threw myself into his lap wrapping my arms around his neck and peppered kisses all over his face. “I love you more now and I didn’t think that was possible.”

He chuckled. “Good. I need to get you to love me so damn much you can’t ever let me go.”

“You succeeded.”

He slid a hand under his shirt I was wearing. “How about I show you exactly how much I love you.”

“That’s not love. That’s lust.”

He lowered his head to kiss the inside of my thigh. “No baby this is love. Real motherfucking love. I love your pussy. Trust me.”

I burst into laughter until his mouth pressed just at the top of my thigh. I went silent and held my breath until his tongue trailed to flick over my swollen clit. I liked this form of love too. I was good with him loving several parts of me.

Because right now I really loved his tongue. A lot. A loved it a whole lot.

“Nate,” I panted.

“Hmmm,” he said as he continued between my legs.

“Fuck me, please.” He paused and lifted his head to look up at me.

Then he moved. So quickly that he was inside me in seconds. “Fuck,” he groaned. “I get to come inside you.”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Goddamn this just got better and I didn’t know it could.”

Lifting my legs, he sunk deep inside. This was my fairytale. All little girls have them. They normally have a prince and a castle. Until they grow up, then their fairytale becomes something different. Mine was a silver eyed, dirty mouthed, big hearted, man with a magical penis.

 

Nate Finlay

DINNER WITH HER parents. She had tried to talk me out of going when her mother had called and invited me. But I wanted to meet them. The people who raised her and the brothers she talked so much about. These people would one day be my family too.

The man that opened the door was about my height with dark hair and Bliss’s blue eyes. He regarded me with a serious expression then held out his hand. “Cage York, glad you could come.”

I shook his hand and I was pretty damn sure he was trying to crush the bones in my hand. This was his warning without Bliss knowing. I wouldn’t tell on him later. I got it. Bliss was his only girl. He’d been by her side while she fought for her life. He was protective. I’d just have to prove to him he could trust me.

“Let them in, Cage,” a woman who looked exactly what I imagine Bliss would look one day said as she came to the door and shoved her husband over. “You didn’t have to meet them at the door. Bliss doesn’t have to knock. This is her home.”

Cage grunted but his scowl stayed in place. Her mother rolled her eyes at him then smiled at us. “We are thrilled y’all are here. Cord and Clay even canceled their plans for this. They wanted to meet you.”

“Yeah, because I wanted to make sure you understood who you’d be dealing with if you hurt my sister,” a tall but lanky version of Cage York came to the door. He was frowning like his father.

“Oh for god’s sake y’all move so we can get inside or I’m taking him and we are leaving.” Bliss said as she took my arm and pulled me inside with her. Then she paused and stood on her tip toes to kiss the lanky boy. “Glad you stayed, Cord. Love you,” she said.

He kept his warning glare on me. “Love you too.”

That was sweet. There were three of these boys and a dad. I had to convince them all I’d do right by her. And I didn’t mind at all.

“You finally brought home a man. I’m impressed,” another dark haired blue eyed boy said. This one was even younger than the last.

“Nate, this is Clay my youngest brother. The rude one was Cord he’s the middle,” she looked around. “Where is Cruz?”

About that time the exact younger version of her father walked in the room. His shoulders were wide. His hair was slightly long and he had a shot gun in his hands. This was getting entertaining.

“I’m just cleaning my gun,” he said his eyes locked on me.

“Oh good lord y’all are ridiculous,” her mother said. Then she turned to me.

“Excuse my boys. I’m Eva, and this is our crazy household. Bliss never brought boys home so they’re not handling it well. They will adjust.”

“Don’t apologize. I have two younger sisters and I get it. I may have to try that shot gun move with one of their dates.”

The oldest one tried to hid his grin but he failed.

“Go put the gun up and y’all help me get the table set,” Eva ordered and no one questioned her. The youngest started to act like he didn’t hear her and kept his head down looking at his phone.

Cage cleared his throat and the boys head jerked up. Looked at his dad and was out of his seat immediately.

“I like them,” I told her under my breath.

“They aren’t normally insane.”

“They love you.”

She smiled then. That smile that made her face light up. It curled just slightly and her eyes would shine with pleasure. “Yeah they do.”

“Maybe we could just get boys. No girls so I don’t have to do this one day,” I suggested.

She laughed then and shook her head. “No way. I grew up with all these boys. I want a girl too.”

I would let her get five girls if it made her happy. “Okay fine you win.”

“They’re whispering and grinning all silly like. Makes me want to vomit,” Clay said as he put glasses of ice on the table.

“Shut your stupid mouth,” Cruz said glaring at his brother.

“That’s enough. We have company please don’t embarrass your sister she may never bring him back,” her mother said.

“You hunt?” Cage asked me.

“No sir.” I hoped that didn’t mean I was out before I even got a chance to get in.

“Good. Me either.”

I glanced down at Bliss who was smiling at her father. Maybe a girl wouldn’t be so bad after all. Sisters were pains in the ass. But a daughter would be different.

“You surf?” Cage then asked.

“Yes sir.”

“I like him,” he declared. “Have a seat boy. Tell me about yourself.”

“Daddy, be nice.”

“Hell, Bliss. I’m being nice. It was your crazy ass brother who brought out your granddad’s shotgun. Not me.”

“I was cleaning it,” Cruz interjected.

“Sure you were boy. Sure you were,” Cage said with an amused smirk. “Boys love their sister. So you got two sisters huh? What about your parents? Married? Divorced? Lesbians?”

“Jesus, Daddy!”

“CAGE!” Bliss and her mother both reacted at once.

“I’m just asking. If he’s parents are lesbians then I don’t care. Hell he can have two dads for all I care. I’m just being friendly getting to know the boy.”

I liked this man. My dad would too.

“I have a mom and a dad. Still married. And the two sisters.”

He nodded. “Know any lesbians?”

“God help me,” Eva said as she sat food down at the table.

“As a matter of fact I do,” I replied.

He nodded. “What about STD’s? You got any of them?”

I laughed. Couldn’t help it this time. The man was great.

“Daddy I swear I am about to take him and leave.”

Cage held up both hands. “Okay. Okay, fine. I’ll stop asking him questions.”

“Thank you,” Bliss and Eva said in unison.

“Damn I was hoping he was going to ask more about the lesbians,” Cord said.

Bliss picked up a roll from the table and threw it at his head.

Sitting back in my seat I looked over at her and smiled. I liked it here. Her family. They were a lot like mine. I could see why she was the person she was today. I’d ask her to marry me soon. Because I couldn’t wait much longer. I wanted all this with her. The works. Every complicated beautiful moment of it.