Before he had a chance to fully appreciate the view or reminisce about good times, she was standing up and walking back over to join him on the bed with a bottle of orange juice in her hand. Without a word, she handed him the bottle of juice and sat down next to him. Although it wasn’t enough to buy his forgiveness, he decided that it was enough to earn a Hershey Kiss or two.

Grudgingly, he handed over the chocolate and took a sip of juice, wondering how a woman as intelligent as Marybeth could do something so fucking stupid. Apparently she was wondering the same thing, because she asked, “So?”

“So, what?” he asked, handing her the bottle of juice.

“I thought we weren’t playing games anymore,” she reminded him as she took a sip of juice and handed it back to him.

Nodding, he decided that she had a point so he decided to get straight to his. “You’ve known for the past six years that you were going to marry me and instead of cutting out the bullshit and letting me make you the happiest woman alive, you wasted six fucking years!” he snapped, glaring accusingly down at her as he unwrapped a tasty treat and shoved it in his mouth, needing the chocolaty distraction to stop him from spanking her the way that she deserved.

When she blinked up at him slowly with a slightly bemused frown, he decided that he no longer had to share his juice or chocolates with the aggravating woman. So when she reached over to take the juice from him, he glared at her until she got the hint and pulled her hand away.

“I had no plans on marrying you or anyone for that matter,” she explained, sounding tired as she climbed off the bed and walked over to the television console where she once again opened the cabinet, bent over and gave him something to sigh about.

God, he loved her ass.

As she walked back over to the bed he finished off his juice and tossed the bottle aside. Before her beautiful ass had a chance to sit back down, he snatched the ice-cold bottle of juice out of her hand, cracked it open and finished it off in three swallows before she could bitch about it or try to snatch it back. Shaking her head and muttering some rather hostile words about his poor neglected cock, she stormed back over to the cabinet, grabbed another drink and earned a little more of his forgiveness when she bent over again.

“You’re pathetic,” she muttered, shaking her head in disgust as she walked back to the bed, this time making sure to take a sip of her drink before she sat back down beside him and offered him the small bottle of juice.

“And you love me,” he said, accepting the bottle with a nod of thanks as he prepared himself for the denial that she’d been using for the last six years to push him away.

“More than anything,” she admitted as she reached over and took the bottle of juice from him.

“Then I was right,” he murmured, returning his attention to the remaining Kisses at the bottom of the small bag.

“About what?” she asked, reaching into the bag and helping herself to a piece of chocolate.


Chapter 28

“Everything?” she repeated back with a sad shake of her head as she reached for the bag only to find it suddenly out of reach and the big baby next to her glaring down at her in typical Bradford fashion.

God, they really were a bunch of babies, she decided as got on her knees and leaned over him to-

“Mine!” Darrin snarled as he placed his hand protectively in front of the pile of junk food that she’d spent a small fortune on.

“Fine,” she said, shaking her head with a heavy sigh as she climbed under the covers and curled up on her side, facing away from him, deciding that she’d rather sleep than have to deal with typical Bradford bullshit this morning, “be a big baby.”

She closed her eyes, snuggled closer to her pillow and nearly cried in frustration when she felt the big jerk shift behind her seconds before she felt his large warm body curl up behind her. “We need to finish this conversation,” he said, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulled her closer.

“Then you need to get to the point,” she grumbled, not bothering to open her eyes.

“I already did,” he said, pressing a kiss against her neck.

“No, you really didn’t.”

“Everything didn’t clear it up for you?” he asked with a warm chuckle that had her toes curling.

God, she’d missed him…

“No, not really,” she mumbled sleepily as she shifted back so that she could settle more firmly in his arms.

“Then why don’t I clear everything up for you? Hmm?” he asked as he shifted back away from her, pulling her with him until she found herself lying on her back and looking up at him.

“I would probably appreciate that,” she said with a teasing smile as she reached up and ran her fingers through his short black locks, unable to help herself.

“You knew that I would never let you go,” he said, reaching up to gently push a strand of long hair aside so that he could brush the back of his knuckles down along her jaw. “You knew that I loved you and wanted to marry you, which is why you didn’t tell me, sweetheart, because you knew that once I found out, nothing would stop me from making you mine.”

She didn’t bother denying it, because he was right. Instead, she got right to the point, the reason why she’d never allowed herself to have more with him and the reason why she was going to have to ask for the one thing that was going to kill her.

“Because you deserve so much better than me, Darrin.”

“I deserve you,” he said, leaning down so that he could brush his lips gently against hers.

“You want children,” she reminded him.

“I want you,” he said firmly as he kissed the corner of her mouth, “and sooner or later you’re going to realize that.”

“I……,” she started to say only to pause so that she could lick her lips and bite back a moan as Darrin suddenly shifted over her and settled between legs. “What are you doing?”

“Taking a different approach,” he said, kissing his way down to her neck right around the time that he shifted his hips and let her know exactly what he had in mind.

“I thought that you wanted to discuss this,” she said, biting back a moan as she turned her head, giving him better access.

“That was taking too long,” he explained, gently sucking on her neck and driving her crazy as he reached between them and palmed her breast.

“And having sex is supposed to settle this?” she asked, wrapping her arms around him with a gasp as he gave her breast a squeeze.

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