“There is something I want to show you,” Rowan tells me as he walks into the guest bedroom.
I
I was already done feeding Iris, and now she was fast asleep. Quickly but gently, I pull my nipple from
her
mouth and cover up. Rowan is my husband. He has seen me naked hundreds of times, yet this felt
different for some reason, especially with his eyes trained on my breast.
“They’re darker than I remember,” he mumbles, almost to himself.
“What?”
“You’re nipples”
I chuckle nervously, but don’t say a word. This is the first time Rowan has ever said anything about my
body. I don’t know what to say or how to react to that.
Even on the rare asion when we had sex, he managed to detach himselfpletely from the
process. You see in the romance novels where the male lead worships the female lead’s body? Or where
he is
really verbal about how sexy her body is? I never got that after Rowan and I got married.
It wasn’t bad, and at least I got off, even if it wasn’t earth–shattering, but I just always wanted more, you
know? With Rowan, it is more like ‘wham bam, thank you, ma’am. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he
would
jump in the shower the minute he pulled out of me. It’s like he couldn’t wait to get my scent from his skin.
After the shower, he would either go to the office to work or leave the house entirely.
There were no cuddles. No kisses. No soft touches or caresses. No sweet or dirty talk. Our sex was just
that: sex. Swift, formic, andpletely unromantic.
The only time I got what novels always talk about was when we first slept together and he thought I was
I
Emma. That was a long time ago. And over the years, he has proven that he isn’t a bad sexual partner;
it’s
just me he didn’t want.
“Are you ready to see what I have to show?” he asks.
I shake my head, pulling myself away from the memories. I mean, it’s probably been months since we
last slept together.
“Yes, sure”
I
I didn’t want to leave Iris in the guest room, so I carry her with me.
He leads us out of the room and towards the stairs.
wanted to ask where my ring is.” I ask.
It was cheap, but it was still mine. When we got married, there weren’t any rings. Rowan didn’t see a
reason for them. I did though. I was a married woman and people needed to know that. I got myself a
cheap one from a store and wore it since. Rowan never wanted one so he didn’t wear one.
“They took it off when you arrived at the hospital, but it got lost somewhere in their storage.”
I don’t say a thing. I mean, it’s a normal urrence. I will just get another er.
“Here we are,” he says, stopping outside one of the many bedrooms.
He slowly opens the room, and I gasp.
“I know you would probably prefer if Iris sleeps in the master bedroom, but I thought it wouldn’t hurt to
have one of her own.”
It was a baby girl’s haven. The room was adorned with soft shades of pink and lc. The walls were at
gentle pink blush, and different Disney princesses adorned them. Delicate lc curtains swayed in the
evening breeze, and plush, rosy carpet covered the floor.
The crib sat in the middle and was draped in pastel bedding in hues ofvender, with a charming ceiling
mobile dangling above. Next to it was afortable–looking rocking chair. To the far left was a white
changing table with different animated cartoons drawn on it, and next to it was a baby pink wardrobe.
There were also shelves adorned with adorable stuffed animals and storybooks, and on the floor were all
manner of toys.
“Do you like it?”
“Oh my god, this is so beautiful. Thank you so much”
I
Mindful of Iris, and without really thinking, I hug him. I expected him to push me away like he normally
would, but I’m surprised when he reciprocates the hug.
I don’t know how and why he would do all this for another man’s child when he hated me so much, but I
am thankfully none the less.
I let go of him and step away. “When did you arrange this?”
“A few weeks ago. I wanted to help Noah take his mind off you and Iris being in the hospital, so I came
up with the idea to prepare a room for Iris.”