Isabelle
"I promise, I'm okay." I shove Milo away from me as I walk down the stairs.
Milo hasn't left my side since I was cleared to leave the hospital a week ago. I'm not going to lie and say that I hate it because I don't, but I feel like I'm being suffocated when he's in my space 24/7. I like having my me time but ever since I was shot, that shit went right out the window. I'm somewhat thankful that he doesn't sleep with me anymore because I'm still kind of upset about what went down between us but he makes me leave the bedroom door open in case he needs to come get me if anything happens. He's now like a big ole teddy bear...who still scares the shit out of me sometimes.
I take my steps down the stairs slowly and every time I wince, his hands are back on me basically lifting me up and carrying me down. I can't ignore the way my body heats up whenever he touches me. My heart starts to beat faster and my hands become clammy but I keep my face stoic so he can't see the affect he has on me.
"Dammit Milo! Let me do it!" I shout when he lifts me up and carries me down the steps. He obviously ignores me and I groan, giving up.
Once he places me back on the ground, I turn on my heel and start stomping away. Well, more like wobbling away because the side of my stomach still hurts, but it's not as bad as it was last week. I started doing some stretches to help with my muscles and they've been helping me a lot actually. I can walk almost normally now but I have to go slow. It's annoying but healing takes time.
When I make it to the living room, I see Lucia sitting on the couch playing with her dolls. She looks up when she hears me and squeals dropping her dolls and running towards me. Before the little girl is able to jump on me, Milo lifts her up and starts swinging her around like an airplane. She starts to giggle and scream when Milo tickles her sides.
My ovaries are screaming right now.
God, I'm horny.
When Milo places her back down on the ground, Lucia hesitantly walks up to me and wraps her tiny arms around my legs.
"Are you okay?" She says into my leg, squeezing me tighter. I smile and start slowing bending down until I'm at her height level.
"I'm okay." I tell her and she wraps her arms around my neck and I wrap mine around her tiny frame.
"I know I already said this like a gazzilion times but you were sleeping so I'm going to say it again. Thank you thank you thank you for saving my life!"
I want to cry because she's so goddamn cute it hurts. I give her a little squeeze before letting go of her.
"Of course." I smile at the little girl and her eyes light up. She runs back over to the couch to continue playing with her dolls and I try to stand back up but struggle. I moan in slight pain and Milo is already right there helping me up. Once I'm fully up, Milo keeps his hands on my waist and I don't object.
"Thank you." I smile up at him and his grip on my waist tightens just slightly. He looks from my eyes to my lips and I catch myself doing the same. God, I really miss his touch. It ignites the fire in me and I just want him to burn with me. I have to look away from his intense stare because it's making me really horny right now. Milo leans down and nuzzles his head into the crook of my neck and takes a big inhale.
"You smell so good." He whispers into my neck, giving me a light kiss.
"Okay, dog." I chuckle, looking at him when he lifts his head up.
"Careful, I might bite you." He smirks and my cheeks heat up.
"Careful, I might just like it." I smirk back and he groans, going back down to my neck to leave another kiss.
"Can I sleep with you tonight?" He asks and my heart smiles at the vulnerability in his voice. Since when did this fool become all sweet? I decide to put the past behind us and nod my head. I can feel him smile into my neck and start leaving light kisses up and down my neck. I have to bite my lower lip to stop the moan that threatens to slip and Milo must've sensed it because he starts to suck on my sweet spot. His hold on my waist lowers to my hips and pulls me flush against him, feeling just how much he likes this.
"Milo—"
"Gross!" I jump and move away from him. I look over to see Lucia looking at us gagging and my face heats up because I really forgot that she was even here. Milo growls and I have to hold back my laugh when I look at him to see that he's very annoyed that we were interrupted.
"I'm going to go help your mother with dinner." I say before walking off to the kitchen. When I first moved in here, I was shocked when Amelia said that they don't have a cook. She told me that they use to have one and that they still keep her around for major events but that Amelia likes to cook most of the time and wants to be able to feed her family. She nearly burns half the food but I couldn't care less.
Amelia must've heard me come in because she looks up from stirring something in a pot and smiles.
"Oh hi!" She says happily. I return her smile and stand next to her.
"So what's for dinner?" I ask looking into the pot. I close my eyes and take a big whiff of the food and nearly moan because it smells so good.
"Chicken Alfredo."
Yummy.
Both Amelia and I spend the next hour getting dinner ready and I help set up the table. Grayson ends up walking into the kitchen—not noticing me yet— and gets behind Amelia. She smiles up at him and he leans down to kiss her. He starts trailing kisses down her neck and pulls her back against him by the waist. A moan leaves her mouth and my face heats up.
Okay this is getting too heated. Should I clear my throat to let him know that I'm literally standing six feet away? Should I leave?
When I see him start lifting up her dress, my eyes widen and I decide to just leave the kitchen.
Thirty minutes later, Amelia walks out with her curly hair messy and all over the place with flushed cheeks and Grayson trails out behind her with a grin on his face.
Yep, they definitely fucked.
"Isabelle," Grayson finally notices me and smiles, "good to see you're doing well."
I nod, smiling back at him and quickly looking away. Milo is sitting next to me on the couch and furrows his brows when he sees how red I am. I lean close to his ear and whisper, "I think your parents just had sex in the kitchen."
Milo looks up at his parents and probably notices their messy attire because his eyes widen and looks away. I laugh at the disgusted look on his face and we both get up from the couch and head to the table for dinner. I smile at everyone at the table as we eat and Milo places a hand on my thigh letting me know that he's right here with me. We all talk and laugh and my heart clenches at the thought that I finally have people who care about me in my life.
I finally have a family.
After dinner, I try to help Amelia with the dishes but Lucia says that she'll help and that I should get some rest. I try to protest but the little girl glares at me and I sigh with a laugh and start heading up the stairs to my room.
I lay down on the bed and close my eyes, not because I'm tired but because I'm so content right now I feel like I'm almost levitating.
The door to the bedroom closes and I open my eyes to see Milo leaning against it with his hands in his pockets.
I sit up on my elbows and tilt my head to the side.
"Hi."
He smiles and starts walking up to me.
"Hi." He says when he sits down next to me on the bed.
I look down and start playing with the hem of my dress and take a deep breath before speaking.
"Look, I'm sorry for being short with you and ignoring you, but what happened a few weeks ago between us hurt. I understood that you were hurting and angry about your grandfathers passing but you also hurt me in the process." He closes his eyes and winces like the mere memory of it hurts him. Running his fingers through his hair, he looks back at me and speaks.
"What I did to you was selfish. I never intended on hurting you like that ever. I don't know what happened to me, it's like a switch flipped inside me and next thing you know it wasn't just the pain of my grandfathers passing that started to hurt me but...other things as well."
"Things like what?" I hesitantly ask. I don't expect an answer because he usually never opens up to me, but when he looks back at me with pain and vulnerability in his eyes, I know he's about to. I don't push it though. I simply sit here and wait for him to talk.
After a few moments of just looking at each other, he breaks eye contact and takes in a deep breath.
"It all started when I was fifteen."
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Yeah...y'all might want to take a deep breath before reading the next chapter.