Nothing to Lose (BWWM)

The Proposal

Four weeks.

That was the last time Vincent had had a good night's sleep.

Four whole weeks.

He didn't even remember what it felt like being able to sleep without interruption. Whenever he shut his eyes and almost succumbed to the greatness that was sleep, a loud cry would wake him up. That loud cry would only fuel the cry of another and that was a recipe for disaster.

Since the birth of his two sons, Vincent had been a mess.

For 3 months, his sleeping pattern had been messed up, he couldn't think straight and he was tired 24/7.

But for three months, he had experienced feelings that he never quite thought he would be able to experience.

Pride, unconditional love and a feeling of actually being a father.

These emotions not only warmed him but they humbled him at the same time.

When Imani had announced her pregnancy, he had been hit with a fear so paralysing, he didn't react in the best way possible.

He began to withdraw himself, old insecurities rearing their ugly heads and making Vincent doubt whether he was capable of being a dad or not. Finding out that they were having twins only made matters worse.

Scared was an understatement.

And yet, he was the one who had become extremely excited by the third trimester, helping Imani in buying clothes and necessities for the new arrivals.

Leo and Lamar, although they kept him up at night, were a huge part of the reason he woke up every morning.

Vincent wouldn't have minded being up all night if it was for the right reasons but as of late, that was another thing he had been going without.

Every time he and Imani tried to have an intimate moment, either Luke would interrupt or the twins would begin their antics.

It was driving him insane.

He missed her touch. Her warmth. The feel of her moving against him as he sought for release.

"Imani." Vincent said into the darkness as they lay in bed. It wasn't as if he was going to sleep anytime soon and he knew she was going through it as much as he was if not worse.

There was no reply to his answer and so he furrowed his eyebrows, calling out her name again.

Again, she said nothing.

Then Vincent rolled his eyes, remembering that they were currently in an argument.

"Are you still mad?"

There was silence for a while before a steady voice answered.

"What do you think?"

Vincent glanced at her, though he could hardly make her out he could see the outline of her body which had slightly filled out deliciously after the pregnancy. Her back was to him and she was at the edge of the large bed. Too far away from him for his comfort.

Taking another sweep of the figure that he still hasn't had the chance to fully appreciate yet, he groaned and reached for her.

As if sensing that he was going to do that, she lifted a hand. "Don't even think about it." She warned much to his annoyance.

Vincent ran a hand through his hair as he thought about his next move. Staring at her again and looking down at his arousal, he knew that he had to try and seize this opportunity before the twins woke up.