Author: Hello! I'm here because I want to explain something about this chapter's title. If you listen to "Underneath your clothes" by Shakira there is a sentence: "There's the man I chose" and I liked it so I used it for my chapter's title. However, I recommend the song, it's quite…interesting. See you soon!
Chapter XII – The man I chose
Four months of insufferable and awkward silence was enough for kill a soul. Or at least hurt it. Bixlow knew it since he was a soul mage and he could see how a soul broke into pieces from pain. He used to enjoy it. But when he saw Lucy's soul was cracking under his silence. But he didn't do anything. He felt guilt and he didn't help her. He let her to go away from him, knowing that she was pregnant and all.
When he saw how her soul was recovering he got so angry that he kept without doing anything for her and she was happy. And everyday he stayed in his bed, missing her warm body next to his. He couldn't see how he was acting like an arse yet, he just saw how she left him without a good explanation. He had to punish her. Oh, God, help him because he couldn't understand how had it ended this way?
So, there he was. He was waiting for her, drunken and alone in the night outside her new house and he was going to take her to their home and he would punish her with hard and kinky sex and he didn't care if she protested against it. He saw her soul before he could see her round figure and before she saw him he caught her and kissed her hardly.
"What…?" She asked when they breathed "Bixlow? Are you drunk?"
"Shut up, bitch, I'm going to punish you!" He growled and took her in his arm like a bride "And I don't care if you yell, trollop"
She was very fat. It was difficult to reach his house so he kicked her door and stepped into her new flat. He didn't like it.
"You're moving into my home tomorrow" Lucy was ironically smiling at him with disbelief, she hadn't seen Bixlow drunken never and it was quite funny "Now, I'm going to fuck you and you're going to throw up your entire bitchy attitude."
"I'm fat; you don't want to touch me even if you're too drunk to know how to get me nude." He knew she was fat. She was pregnant. Oh, boy…he was going to fuck a pregnant woman. His pregnant woman. "Let me in my bed and go to home, dear"
"No. Now shut up." He laid her in the bed and began to pull her shirt's knots "This is your punishment because you left me"
"Bixlow. I don't left you. I'm pregnant and you weren't happy with it. How could I stay with you if you don't want my children?" He never said he didn't want her…their children. She assumed it. "So, what if you get into the bed and sleep with me"
"I'm going to sleep with you but I need to feel you around me, I need to know that you're mine again. Have you slept with anyone?" He didn't know about it, but he was certain about her fidelity.
"I'm pregnant, Bixlow. I can't sleep with anyone because I'm fat and I'm ugly" That wasn't true but while she believed it, nobody was going to get anything from her. "And that is your fault, you're a good lover and you have the precision of a sniper. I'm pregnant with three children and I can't do any mission because they're going to be mages. Do you think that was easy for me? I am…"
He kissed her again and ripped her clothing and his own clothes because he was so proud of himself. Lucy was feeling horny, like everyday that she saw him but she was feeling hate too. She was going to have sex with her children's father but he hadn't apologized for his behaviour towards her and…Oh, what the hell? She could reflect about it later, now she needed to feel him again filling her body with his warmness.
He was sweet and fulfilled her with caresses and passion that she hadn't seen never in him; he even caressed her belly and kissed it. Still, he was drunk; otherwise he wouldn't ever lay a simple finger on her. So, she took advantage of the situation and got some relief for her arousal. In the morning he would have forgotten about her and he would run away with a disgusted face. But she was wrong…again. In the morning he was in her bed, not sleeping but looking at her belly and she blushed and tried to hide it.
"Don't. I see their souls." She was 24 weeks and she was enormous but he sounded so astonished that she let the sheet down and stared at him "They are… strangely beautiful, so white and changing."
"I hate you. And I hate myself" Bixlow didn't look at her, he was without his visor and it would have been dangerous
"Seriously?"
"…No. I can't hate you, silly idiot" She sobbed. She didn't even know why she was crying but she needed to cry a lot lately "I had to leave you and I was so lonely that I was crying every night and smiling every day. And you came here, drunken and we had sex…I feel horrible"
"I love you. But I don't know how to be a father. I'm not good with children" He reached for his visor and looked at her "But…I love you and I will try my best if you go to home right now with me"
"It's not easy. You don't deserve me and you will have to make me fall in love with you again"
"Oh, fine, prepare your luggage, baby, because I'm going to make you see stars and you will love me again" He kissed her once and again…
It was stupid, he was the man she had chosen and she loved him as much as she hated him because of his behaviour. On the other hand, he was going to try to win her love again and she was going to sabotage him until she got bored of it.