Free Cautious (Sequel to Disastrous) by E.L. Montes Page A

my chin to fully look at
him. “Mia, why are you crying? Simba didn’t kill his father. It was his evil Uncle
Scar who did.”
    Laughing once, I nudged his shoulder and sniffed a few times.
“I’m not crying about the movie.”
    “So if you’re not crying about the movie, it has to be about
something else. Tell me. What’s wrong?”
    Letting out a shaky breath, I pressed my lips together before
responding, “I was thinking about the last four months.” Shaking my head, I
looked at him. “All of it, Marcus: my brother, our baby, and us. I thought I
could lock it away in my head and not think of it again, but it’s easier said
than done.”
    “What are you saying exactly? Are you having doubts about us?”
His eyes searched my face, trying to find meaning behind it all.
    “No, I’m not at all. What you said in the kitchen about me making
an amazing mother hit me hard. It brought me right back to the miscarriage, and
all the pain resurfaced again. Then I began thinking about everything else, and
my mind just . . .” I waved my hands in circular motions, trying to find the
right words.
    He grabbed my face, and with an unreadable expression, he stared
at me for quite some time. “You will make an amazing mother one day. You will
have a beautiful baby boy or girl that will love you and look at you as if you’re
the most perfect person in the world. I know that losing our baby left a scar
that you feel may never be healed, but it will, Mia. Trust me. One day you will
have a child, and I hope and pray that you have that child with me.”
    Swallowing the large lump in my throat, I sniffed, “You still
want to have children in the future?”
    Shock registered in his expression. “You’re my life, and I
wouldn’t dream of a life without you being my wife and having my kids.”
    “I love you, Marcus. I really do, but I don’t think . . .”
    “Mia, I get it.” He caressed his thumbs along my cheeks. “You
deserve better than me. I put you through so much.”
    “Marcus, you’re perfect for me in every way imaginable.”
    Breathing out a smile with no sign of humor, he said, “That’s
crazy talk.”
    Shaken by his response, I reached for his face to get his full
attention. “No, it’s not.” Leaning my forehead against his, I whispered,
“Before you, my life was filled with loneliness. I struggled each day to get
by. I wasn’t happy. So as crazy as this may sound to you,” I lightly shrugged,
“it’s not to me. I’m completely in love with you, Marcus. Ever since I met you,
I’ve found a purpose in my life that makes each day worth living.”
    There was a whirlpool of emotions clouding his eyes: love, lust,
pain, and desire. Gripping the back of my head, he pulled me in, crushing his
lips against mine. There was so much passion behind that kiss. All of the love we
had for each other poured into one magical kiss that left us breathing heavily.
Our tongues twirled in soft circular motions as his hands gripped my face to
pull me in closer. My arms wrapped around his neck as my fingers gripped his
hair. That was the first night that we ever showed our affection for one
another without the urgency of sex. He kissed and held me, allowing me to pour out
all my love for him in one simple kiss.
    That was the night I remembered why I fell in love with Marcus in
the first place.

 
     
    CHAPTER SEVEN
    MARCUS
    As I walked into the office, I was greeted by Stacy,
the receptionist at the firm. After handing me messages from this morning, she
tilted her blond head and examined me. I flipped through the messages and felt
her continued heated stare. Raising a brow, I asked, “Anything else?”
    “No.” Tilting her head to the opposite side, she added, “You just
look different.”
    “It’s probably my haircut.”
    “Yes, that might be it. It looks good.”
    “Thanks.” I made a move for my office until I remembered
something. “Is Ms. Grant in this week?”
    “I’m afraid not. She’s still not feeling