Fighting For You by Noelle Megan

Author:Noelle, Megan [Noelle, Megan]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2013-10-23T21:00:00+00:00

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As the days and weeks passed, things only got better. It wasn’t long before the routine Corey and I had was back, but this time, it was different. Whenever we were together, we had to be touching in some way. Whether it was our hands locked together, our legs brushing that other, or any other way possible – we were touching. Bailey and the boys all joked about it, but Corey and I knew they wouldn’t have it any other way. Honestly, neither would I.

It didn’t matter if it was the first thing in the morning or the first time I saw Corey that day (on the rare occasion we didn’t sleep together) it was always the same - Corey’s hands cupped my face, mine held tight to his waist and we kissed until we had to let go. Then he would squat down and place a firm but gentle hand against my growing belly and kiss our little bean.

Then Corey would say, “Good morning, sweet one. Daddy loves you very much and can’t wait until the day I get to hold you in my arms.”

Each and every time, I felt a lump of tears form. My chest tightened and a few stray tears would always roll free. I spent all day long talking to my baby - it didn’t matter if I was at work, in the grocery store or in the comfort of my home. I never held back a single thought and, once Corey decided what I did wasn’t committable to an asylum, he joined in.

Corey and I decided to work somewhat different schedules—okay, I should say Corey decided. During the day, while I was at the Inn, he did some things around the bar but, most of the time, he did things for me and the baby. It started small. He would come by the Inn and bring me lunch, maybe go take my car and get it washed and fill it up with gas. Then I would come home and the little mess from the night before was picked up or new groceries filled the kitchen. And the dishes were always cleaned and put away. I tried arguing with him, insisting that I did not need him to do all of this. Of course, that didn’t matter—Corey had no intention of stopping. So I did the same.

After I was off work and Corey was officially on the job, I would spend my time at his place. And even though he demanded I kick my feet up and rest, I didn’t listen. I went around his room and collected all the dirty clothes, sheets, pillowcases and head to the Laundromat. I’d wash, fold, bring it back and then put it all away. There very rarely was something dirty around his place, but I made sure if there was—that I took care of it. Then the next morning, I would wake up and make breakfast for the both of us. My pancakes and eggs could never compare to his, but each day I got better.

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