Signed, Sealed, Baby

Slipping out of the bed quietly, I covered Skylar over with the thin, silk bedsheet. I was obsessed with her, no, besotted… infatuated with her even. I stood at the edge of the bed, watching as she lay asleep. Her cherry red lips parted slightly as her slow and soft breaths left them. One arm was tucked under the pillow, the other cradling her bump. I smirked; her leg wrapped over the plump duvet. She looked so peaceful and calm. I could watch her forever.

Finally pulling myself away, I pull a tee over my head and slip some jogging bottoms on. I was exhausted, but I needed to work while she was asleep. I didn’t want her knowing what was happening now, I needed to get the last few things sorted before I can rip the rug from under my father’s feet and watch him fall.

The rage I was keeping a lid on was constantly bubbling like a boiling pot of water, ready to bubble over at any moment. I knew he was behind the crash, Tabitha confirmed it once we were home from hospital but I was biding my time.

It’s not even about the hotel anymore.

It’s about me, Skylar and our son.

Sitting in my office, the door was closed. I felt bad for leaving Sky alone, but I needed to get this done. Opening my laptop, I began scanning through the documents I needed to get printed and signed, once I had signed them, I needed Skylar’s signature. Going forward with my new adventure, Skylar was going to be part of it too. She was my life now, and I never wanted her to feel unwanted or pushed out. A warmth of pride swarmed through me, she was doing so well with her course, and I had already told Tab that I wanted Skylar to decorate the new hotel once it was up and running. I wanted her mark and touch on everything.

I watched as the printer kicked in, pumping the paper out quickly. I had no clue how I would get Skylar to sign these, but I had to. Pushing the thoughts aside, I pushed off my desk and shuffled the papers into a neat pile. Clipping them together, I slipped them into my top drawer.

My parents were hosting a big party in the next few weeks, I didn’t want to go, but I needed too. I knew Skylar would be uncomfortable, but I needed her to be strong for me. My father was a coward, a calculated coward at that, but still a coward. He knew what he was doing when he was winding me up, he knew he could push me into a corner, and I would bite. He wanted a rise from me and that’s exactly what he got. He knew what buttons to push.

Slamming my laptop lid down, I rushed out of the room and headed back to bed. I wanted to climb back into my bed and wrap my arms around my soon to be wife. The engagement ring had been burning a hole in my pocket, there have been so many times that I have wanted to do it but none of them seemed like the right time.

Sighing, I pushed the bedroom door closed, pulled my clothes off and slipped back into bed where I belonged.

Everything was going to be fine.