A/N:
Nicia, you are so patient with me. Thanks for editing this chapter. I wuv you! :-)
I give this chapter to my readers as a BIG thank you. I received such positive feedback for the last chapter and I'm glad you all enjoyed the wedding. (Well the Dominic fans did.)
This chapter is rated M, for a couple of heated scenes.
****Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, profit from this story and all creative rights to the character belong to author Richelle Mead.****
After our tearful goodbyes to everyone—well my tearful goodbyes, Dominic simply seemed eager to get inside—we hurriedly headed back to our blue cottage. I was still cradled in his strong arms.
Dominic gazed down at me and smiled—something he'd been doing a lot today.
"Now I have you all to myself," His voice was husky, deep.
"That you do, that you do," I trailed my hands up and down his white buttoned up shirt seductively. "What do you plan to do with me? Take advantage of me?"
"I plan to do more than that," he murmured. I gulped.
Dominic unlocked and opened the door one-handedly before carrying me over the threshold, a sweet traditional gesture.
"Welcome home, my wife," The last two words were spoken with such fondness and adoration.
"I'll never get tired of hearing you say that," I said. Dominic gently placed me on the floor.
He leaned down and attached his lips to the skin of my collarbone. His mouth was warm and wet and tingly. Then he pressed a kiss to my ear, whispering dirty promises in his native language, German. His voice was rich and soft, like sweet red velvet cake. I gasped.
"Bedroom, now," I demanded.
Dominic pulled away from me and chuckled. "I have to feed you and our daughter first."
"No, damn it. I'm your wife and I want some lovin' now." I tugged at the button of his pants impatiently.
"Honey," he warned, holding my hands back. "I vowed to always feed you, remember? I plan to keep that promise, whither you like it or not."
I huffed.
Dominic went into the kitchen; I followed him and sat down at the dinnertable, watching him work his magic.
Dominic pulled out a frying pan, a spatula, butter, a loaf of bread, and a package of sharpcheddar cheese.
"Hot grilled cheese sandwich?" I guessed.
He nodded. "Your favorite."
"See, this is why I love you," I waddled over like a penguin and wrapped my arms around his waist, my face pressed against his back.
"Take your shirt off," I whispered.
"What?"
"Take your shirt off,"
"Why?" Dominic pulled out a large knife and neatly sliced four pieces of cheese.
"Because I want to see the way you look shirtless while cooking," I explained. "Besides, this may work in your favor later."
I stepped back and sat in one of the dining room chairs again.
He cocked his head to the side, amused. "How would this work out in my favor?"
"I see you all domesticated, it turns me on. I'm easier tonight for you in the bedroom, no need for any foreplay. That's how it works out in your favor. You're welcome, babe."
Dominic shook his head and smiled. "You're unbelievable,"
"Less talky, hun," I waved my hand impatiently. "More undressy."
He unbuttoned the first four buttons.
"Am I showing enough skin?" Dominic placed my sandwich into the pan.
I snorted. "Are you being serious?"
He simply stared at me.
"Of course it's not enough!" I threw my hands up, "I want to see more. Take it off, now."
Dominic unbuttoned the rest.
"Whoa, slow it down a bit so I can get the full affect."
"I feel I am being sexually violated." he teased.
"You are."
Dominic carefully letthe fabric of his shirt slide off his broad shoulders and onto the floor. His naked torso looked warm and inviting, just begging to be touched. Chest wide and smooth, his stomach perfect and chiseled, creating a plane of muscled mountains.
He chuckled softly before turning back to the stove and resuming cooking, giving me a wonderful view of his back. I had to suppress a moan when he stretched, back muscles rippling beautifully with each movement—like a pebble dropped into a still creek.
"Damn pregnancy hormones," I muttered under my breath.
Dominic grinned at me, before placing my food onto a plate and handing it to me. I dove right in.
"I was thinking..." I mumbled around a mouthful of salty cheese.
"Don't hurt yourself," Dominic chuckled, bringing a beer bottle to his lips, Adams apple moving with each gulp.
"Hardy harr," I flipped him off.
"Anyways..." he didn't appear pleased.
"I was thinking about what you said earlier," I paused, nibbling on my bottom lip. "About our daughter."
"Go on,"
"I really like that name..."
"Grace?" Dominic looked puzzled.
I nodded. "Grace Michelle Alder."
"Michelle," he whispered in complete awe. "After mama."
I glanced down sheepishly.
"Grace Michelle Alder," Dominic tried it out on his tongue. "It's beautiful—perfect."
"You think so?" I stared at him, gauging his reaction.
"Yes, my love," he said. "I couldn't imagine a more beautiful name for our daughter."
"Me either," I smiled. "We also have our first ultra-sound appointment tomorrow."
"Really?"
"Yep," I tapped my hands on the granite counter top. "Just a regular check up to make sure I'm healthy and the baby's fine. We also get to find out the due date."
"Wow," Dominic said breathlessly. "I still cannot believe this is happening."
He pressed both of his hands to my swollen stomach, rubbing soothing circles.
"It feels like a dream," I whispered. "A good one. One that you hate to wake up from."
"This is our life, Angel," Dominic held my stomach in his hands like it was the most precious thing in the world. "A part of me, and a part of you, growing inside of you. It's the most amazing feeling in the world being a father...it's unreal."
I giggled. "Thank God for your strong sperm."
"And Lissa's ability to heal our infertility," he added.
My mood instantly soured. "Yeah, that too."
"What are you so upset about, myna leebuh?"
"I just wish I could have given you a child without the help of another woman,"
"Angel," Dominic tipped my head up with his thumb and index finger; I stared into his midnight blue eyes. "This is our child. Our miracle. We are extremely blessed to have our daughter. Does it really matter how she was conceived? At the end of the day, she is ours. She always will be. Be happy with what you have, Angel. Just because Lissa has healed our infertility doesn't change the fact that we are Grace's parents."
"I hate when you're all serious and responsible and...right." I rested my head against his shoulder.
"One of us has to be." His chest rumbled from laughter. I rolled my eyes.
"I would have been incredibly angry at you for that little comment, if it weren't for the fact that I am incredibly horny right now." I said.
"Oh, you are?" Dominic cupped my face and planted a lingering to my lips.
I nodded. "Do you have a cure for it?"
He shrugged. "I may have a trick or two up my sleeve."
"You're not wearing any sleeves," I pointed out.
"That may be true," Dominic paused, "Well, I suppose I have a trick or two hiding underneath my pants."
"I like the sound of that," I winked. "Mind if I see what that big secret you're hiding is?"
I unbuttoned his pants and unfastened the zipper, he allowed me to. But when I tried to pull them down, Dominic stopped me by restraining my hands in his.
I growled in frustration.
"Patience, myna leebuh," Dominic's voice was like silk across my neck, it made me shiver.
"You will get a couple of rounds at this body, I promise." he teased. "But for right now... I am in charge."
Dominic abruptly captured me into his arms, his hands grabbing the back of my thighs roughly, fingers biting bruises into my flesh. The sensation was thrilling. I moaned.
"I love the affect I have on you," Dominic whispered, running up the stairs and into our bedroom. "Even after all of these years, you are still so responsive to my touch. It drives me wild."
"Do I drive you wild?" I traced my fingers along the sensuous curve of his lips. Dominic kissed my hand. "Are you still as attracted to me as you were when we first began dating?"
"Yes, I am. More now than ever." His dark eyes were sultry and seductive. "Every time I am with you, is like my first time."
Dominic placed me on the bed. I could tell from his stiff movements that he was fighting to stay in control, to be gentle with me.
"I don't want careful, I want sex." I said.
"And sex you will get,"
Dominic crushed his lips against mine, I responded eagerly. When he pulled my lips between his and began sucking, it was like pouring gasoline onto a fire. My whole body exploded with pleasure. I grasped the back of his neck and yanked him onto the bed with me, both of us propped on our knees. We only broke the kiss to get our fair share of oxygen.
"As much as I love this on you," Dominic tugged on my wedding dress. "It really needs to come off, now."
He grabbed two fistfuls of white fabric, starting at the neckline, and ripped.
Dominic tore the dress until it split a line all the way down the middle.
"That was my wedding dress!" I exclaimed. "Lissa is going to kill you."
"That issue is irrelevant right now. The only thing that matters right now is you and I."
Dominic helped me climb entirely out of the dress, leaving me in nothing but a lace white bra and matching underwear.
He gazed at my nearly naked flesh, his expression hungry and appreciative.
"God damn," he breathed. "You are fucking sexy." Blue eyes flickered down to my chest. I swallowed painfully hard.
Dominic was known by me and his close friends for his notorious love of breasts. He had supposedly been tagged as the Boob man in high-school. He had told me on many occasions how perfect he believed my breasts to be. Dominic had definitely proved just how much he loved them. It was the part of my body that received the most attention from him—not that I was complaining.
Dominic's hands trailed along my collar bone, the top of my chest, and finally dipped down and began massaging.
"Have I ever told you how much I love your body?" His voice was husky and thick. His German accent much more pronounced.
I have always noticed Dominic's accent gets much more prominent when he is angry or aroused. The two went hand in hand.
His large warm hands continued to caress my breasts. I placed my hands over his, keeping him there.
"Don't stop," I begged shamelessly.
"Tell me you want me," Dominic growled. "Tell me I am the only man in this world to make you feel this way."
Possessiveness, dominance and power wrapped around his words and tone.
I moaned in response.
"Say it," he slammed me against the wall, his mouth attacking the skin of my neck hungrily, kissing, nipping, and sucking. "I want to hear the words come from your lips. Tell me you want me."
"I don't want anyone else," I gasped. "Only you, only you."
Dominic roughly pulled my panties down, my body jerked from the forceful movements. He tossed them across the room.
I frowned. "That's not fair. You get to see me naked. But I don't get to see any of you."
Wordlessly, he ripped off his jeans and threw them to the ground too.
"Much better," I smiled.
"I'm glad you think so," Dominic smashed his lips to mine; his sleek tongue flickered out and traced my bottom lip. I granted him entrance.
His silky tongue darted in, exploring my mouth in a frenzy. Dominic skimmed his tongue along the front of my teeth. I groaned.
I was pressed against the cool wall, my legs wrapped tightly around his body.
"God, I love you, Rose." His breathing was a rapid storm. "You have no idea the things you do to me."
I pulled down his boxers with my feet until they hit his ankles.
"Show me." I purred.
Dominic pushed his body into mine, making us one.
Show me he did.
Our first round was rough and needy, burning with an animalistic need. I allowed Dominic to be in control, and I knew he enjoyed it. After a few more hungry rounds, we ended the night with something more sweet and loving. It amazed me how Dominic could go from being entirely rough and dominant, to being so gentle and careful with me.
Afterward, we lay naked beside one another, Dominic dabbed blood from a wound at my neck with a wet rag.
"This wasn't supposed to happen." he whispered.
"You got caught in the moment," I shrugged. "It happens."
"Not like this," he shook his head.
"Don't feel bad," I rubbed his arm lightly. "I like when you bite me, it's painful... but exhilarating and pleasurable at the same time."
Dominic didn't say anything. I did my best to change the subject.
"I cannot wait to find out when her birthday is," I paused. "It would be really cool if it was on Christmas or something."
He smiled. I yawned.
"Let's get you to bed, you need rest." He pulled the covers up to my bare waist.
"After you had your way with me," I winked. "I definitely need my rest."
Dominic smiled, reaching into the nightstand beside our bed; he pulled out the bottle of cocoa butter. He poured some into his palm. The scent of chocolate and coconut drifted around me.
"Oh, thanks. I almost forgot." I closed my heavy eyelids and snuggled further into the pillow.
A moment later, I flinched as the cool liquid made contact with my stomach and then instantly relaxed as Dominic began massaging pure magic into my skin. I fell asleep, listening to my husband humming a soft German lullaby to our daughter.
Earlier the next day, Dominic and I sat in the doctor's office. I was propped up on the hospital bed, positioned peculiarly in one of those Gynecologist machines that is every woman's worst nightmare.
My baby doctor—the woman who had delivered Dominic 29 years ago—sat on her black stool, examining my girly parts with a lamp.
A moment later, Dominic came up behind her.
"Get out of there, babe! It's embarrassing enough as it is."
"I have to make sure you're healthy," he crossed his arms. "Besides, it's not like I haven't seen you fully naked before."
I glared at him.
Dr. Schweitzer chuckled before taking the annoying light away. "All done, Rosemarie."
She ripped off her gloves and disposed of them in her trash can. "Everything appears to be normal with your reproductive organs."
"That's surprising," Dominic uttered, "Considering how much they were tossed around last night—"
"Dominic!" I hissed. "Shut that mouth of yours before I shut it for you. Kapeesh?"
"Understood." he nodded.
"As you were saying, Doc," Doc rolled off the tongue easier than Schweitzer. I spoke German fluently, but I still had a lot of trouble pronouncing certain words.
She flipped through the papers on her clipboard. "Your baby is developing at a healthy rate. Normal lung capacity, weight, and size...she's even a little big for her age. Which is good."
I looked and Dominic and giggled.
"She takes after her mother," he said. "She loves to eat."
"Yes, well," Dr. Schweitzer walked over, black heels clattering against the tile floor. "I've ran all of the necessary tests, both you and your baby are healthy. You three are clear to go."
I sighed in relief. The doctor folded the machine down so I was able to put my legs down normally again.
"Would you like to know the estimated birth date?" she smiled.
I glanced at Dominic, he nodded encouragingly. I smiled and nodded. "Yes."
She glanced at her clipboard once before tucking it neatly under her arm. "You are in your second trimester, Mrs. Alder. So I would say around...December 13."
"Oh, my God. Your birthday!" I squeezed Dominic's hand. He grinned widely, flashing perfect white teeth.
"I'll give you two a moment. Your clothes are on the counter, Rosemarie. Just make sure you check out with our receptionist before leaving."
I nodded. She opened the door and shut if softly behind her.
I turned to face Dominic, he was staring at me.
"Our daughter might me born on your birthday," I said excitedly. "That blows me away."
"It's unbelievable," he shook his head, smiling like an idiot.
"So are you ready?"
"For what?"
"For me to give birth to your daughter." I said.
He seemed thrown off by my question. "Of course I am."
"No fainting?"
"No fainting."
"What if I squeeze your hand so hard I break a finger or something?" I asked. "Would you still hold my hand?"
"You could break both of my hands and all of my fingers, and I would still hold your hand," Dominic said. "There is no possible way I am missing the birth of my daughter."
I giggled. "Good."
"Now come on, myna leebuh," Dominic held out his hand. "Let's get you dressed so we can get home."
A/N:
Fluffy as cotton candy. But things aren't always going to be this smooth for Dominic and Rose ;-)
Myna Leebuh is the pronunciation for 'Meine Liebe.' Which is German for My Love.
Until next time my loyal readers,
Breanna
