Chapter. 42

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Dom's POV

It's been a stressful day. Stressful week to be honest. I've been working from the pack house, Zek and just about fucking everyone have been on my case, and worst of all Stef isn't here with me.

She talked me into leaving her at home all day with Max and Danny. I'm still pissed about it but I'm almost home now.

I pull into the driveway, park then slam my door shut and make my way inside.

As I close the door behind me I notice some of the lights are off. Actually all the lights are off.

"Stef?" I call.

No answer.

Where's Max and Danny?

I jog upstairs and into my bedroom.

"Stef?!"

I look around frantically. I knew I shouldn't have left her here!

The bathroom?

I throw my bag on the bed and push the bathroom door open.

To my surprise my exceptional mate is sitting on the edge of the bathtub painting her little toenails. Earbuds in her pierced ears.

"Hey." I say leaning against the door.

She continues to paint.

"Stef!"

She jumps at the sound of my voice and pulls her earbuds out.

"You scared me." She says pressing a few buttons on her phone.

"Sorry. Where's Max and Danny?"

"Um they went out." She hesitates standing up.

They. went. Out?

"Why in hell would they leave you here all by yourself, defenseless!"

I'm angry. My mate has been hurt one to many times and now she's left all alone with no protection. Anything could have happened.

"I'm not all alone or defenseless. Max called a couple of guys to sit outside the house all night. Plus I could kick someone's ass if I need to." She explains putting her long hair in a bun.

The thought of her fighting anyone makes me smile. She's pretty though.

"What were you listening to?"

I drop the Stef being all alone subject.

She pads across the floor and wraps her arms around my waist.

Instinctively my hands rest in her ass.

"Fifty shades of grey." She whispers.

The fucking porn site of books.

I swear my mate is innocent but deep down I know she's a naughty girl. I just happen to love that.

"So basically Max and Danny left you here, all alone, to listen to porn?"

Max and I need to talk.

"It's not porn Dom." She giggles.

"Did you at least get horny?" I smirk squeezing her ass.

"No, I didn't."

She releases me and skips into the bedroom. I follow her.

"How was your day?" She questions as she sits on the bed.

"Stressful." I reply falling face first onto the bed.

She climbs on top of me and straddles my back.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Nope." I groan.

She lays flat on top of me.

"Do you want me to undress you?"

"Yes." I groan again.

She rolls off of me as I sit up.

Then I raise my arms so she can pull my shirt off.

"I love you Dom wright."

She kisses my nose then my lips.

"I love you too Stefanie wright." I smile laying on my back.

She blushes popping the button on my jeans and slowly unzips them.

Looking away, she giggles.

"What's so funny?"

I wore briefs instead of boxers today. Maybe that's it. Their really nice briefs though.

"You...your just um hard and you look really good in man panties." She try's to hold her smile back but it doesn't work.

"I'm always hard and their not man panties. Their briefs."

I laugh helping her pull my jeans off.

"Well I really like them." She says covering her eyes with her hands but she peeks at my package.

I sit up on my elbows.

"Listen, there's something I've been wanting to do but I don't know how you'd feel about it."

"What is it?" Her hands drop.

"I was thinking about getting a tattoo."

Her eyes light up but I can't tell if it's interest or disgust.

"That's so crazy! I was just thinking how much you look like a soccer player, you know with the hair and chiseled face? The only thing missing is a tattoo. Or multiple tattoos..." Her brow settles in a frown as she thinks about it.

She's so cute when she rambles.

"I don't know but personally I think it's extremely sexy."

She climbs on top of me.

"Extremely sexy huh?" I rest my hands on here hips.

"Mhm really sexy. Like David Beckham sexy."

So she likes tats? I knew she was a freak on the inside.

"Maybe I should do it now." I play with her hair.

"Now? Like right now?"

She thinks again.

"Yeah I mean I've wanted to do it for a while and if not now when?"

I know what I want and where I want to get it.

She smiles wide.

"Okay. Let's go!" She jumps up.

{~}

"And you are a thousand percent sure about this?" Stef asks as we enter the parlor.

I've been here a ton of times but never got anything done.

"Nope. I'm a million percent sure."

"Dom Wright? What's up man!" Tom, a close friend of mine walks around the counter and greets me.

"What's up tommy."

We bro hug.

"Tom this is my girlfriend Stef." I introduce her.

They shakes hands.

"Please tell me your here to get tatted."

"Yeah. I am." I grin.

Tommy has wanted me to get a tattoo for years. I don't know why I waited so long but I'm glad I did.

"Bout damn time. You guys doing a matching thing?" He points between Stef and I.

"Hmm. Not today. you still have that drawing I did?"

{~}

Stefs POV

"You can draw?!" My mouth falls open.

Dom looks down at me and grins.

Tom goes back around the counter and pulls out a binder. He opens the binder and flips through a couple pages.

"This one?"

Dom releases my hand to look at the picture.

It's a wolf, the only thing in color being a pair of milky brown eyes. The drawing is amazingly beautiful.

"Yeah. I just wanna add one thing though." Dom says picking up a pencil.

He scribbles something underneath the drawing.

I don't get to see it before he hands it back to Tom. Tom smiles and nods for Dom to come to the back. Taking my hand we follow Tom to a station.

I sit on a small stool next to a larger, longer chair, which Dom sits in.

"So where do we wanna put this?"

Tom starts setting up and sterilizing things.

I watch intently as Dom pulls off his shirt and pats the right side of his chest.

"Don't fuck up tommy." He smiles but We all know he's not kidding.

"Mess up on your first tattoo? Course not."

Tom sets up the ink then sits and immediately goes to work, looking from the drawing back to Dom's chest. He's really good at free-handing.

Dom squeezes my hand gently from time to time while the drawing comes off the paper and on to his chest.

"With the details this could take a minute. Is that okay?"

Dom looks at me, I look at the time. It's going on 11pm but Dom really wants this.

I look back up at Tom and nod. He continues to outline. Dom closes his eyes and relaxes.

{~}

"All done mate." Tommy exclaims.

I look up from my phone where I was scrolling through Instagram.

I look at the fresh ink painted onto Dom's chest. Tom rubs a liquid on it before stepping away for a second.

The wolf is even more beautiful. The fur is mixed with various brown's, grey's, and blacks. Milky brown eyes beaming.

I look at the addition that was added to the drawing last minute.

It's Latin. In Sanum et infirmum it reads.

Dom looks over at me.

"What do you think?"

"I love it but, what does it mean?" I ask realizing that he's still holding my hand.

"In sickness and in health."

My heart melts.

"I love it Dom." I smile.

He bites his lip and looks at the artwork.

I can tell he's extremely happy and it warms my heart.

"Let's get out of here, it's late."

I look at the time as we make our way to the front of the shop. It's almost one in the morning. I couldn't be more awake.

After some conversation with Tom Dom and I finally leave the shop.

He leaves his shirt off due to the tenderness of his chest.

"Have you eaten?" He asks once we're in the car and on the road.

"I'm not hungry." I reply simply.

He glances at me.

"That wasn't my question. What have you eaten to day?"

His mood shifts from happy to hostile.

I pretend to think about it knowing I purposely didn't eat much today.

"Um...we. Shared that bowl of cereal." I whisper trying to make myself smaller in the leather seat.

The car comes to an abrupt stop making me lurch forward. Thank god for seatbelt's.

"That was like thirteen hours ago Stef! You have to be hungry."

All day I've been distracting myself from feeling hungry.

My stomach turns a little.

"Why haven't you eaten Stef?" He stares at me.

I swallow the lump in my throat.

"Well, I've been noticing that my hips look a little..."

"Don't say what I think your about to say." He says cutting me off.

I'm thankful that he does. It's embarrassing. Especially telling him.

Without another word he starts driving again. His lips etched into a hard line. He's thinking.

Once we arrive back home he literally drags me inside and to the kitchen. He picks me up sits me on the counter.

"Tell me what you did all day."

"I worked out, I cleaned the house a bit, talked to my mom and dad, listened to 50 shades of grey, then painted my nails." I list my day as I play with my nails.

He crosses his arms and frowns at me.

"Say it. Why didn't you eat."

I look down at my leggings.

"I think I'm getting too thick..." I mumble.

I don't wanna say 'I'm fat' like every attention seeking girl.

"Stef baby, I don't think you believe me when I tell you how beautiful and perfect you are. I love everything about you including your figure."

I can't help the heat that rises to my cheeks.

"I don't ever want you to think your too thick, or fat even. All of this..." He motions to me.

"Is mine. This bright head of yours, mine. These lips, mine," he places kisses on each body part he mentions.

"These breasts that I love so so much, mine. This smooth and outtie free tummy, mine. Im not even gonna start on this..." He stands straight and pushes his hand into my leggings running a finger over my sex. A breathy moan falls from my lips.

Pulling his hand out he seductively licks his moist finger.

"Just know that that wet pussy is mine too. Oh and that ass, mine."

Before I can say anything his lips are pressed to mine In a passionate kiss.

I lose myself in him and wrap my arms around his bare body.

He breaks the kiss to speak again.

He's very abrupt tonight.

"It's okay to workout but you can not not eat. Okay?" He takes my hand.

It's my turn to speak now.

"Okay."

He picks me up again and sits me on a stool.

"I'm going to make you something." He says opening the refrigerator.

"It's late Dom. It's not good to eat this late." I plead.

"It's not good to not eat at all Stef. You can cry but you're gonna go to bed with something in that tummy if it's the last thing I do."

I pout and lay my head on the counter.

He grabs cheese and butter from the fridge, bread from the breadbox, and a frying pan from a cabinet.

Turning on the the stove he looks at me. I look back, brows furrowed.

"Cheer up, I make the best grilled cheese known to man." He winks at me making me smile.

I glance at the wolf on his chest. In sickness and in health. I feel sick now.

{~}

"There's literally one more bite, you can do it Stef."

I gave in and agreed to eat Dom's grilled cheese, which is really good but, half of me is satisfied the other half wants to puke.

"I don't think I can't do it Dom." I hold my stomach.

It's all a mental thing. My brain knows I'm getting a little too think in some places so my body is physically rejecting food.

"Try pup."

I stick the last piece into my mouth then put my head down on the counter chewing slowly until I can swallow.

"That's it. I'm out." I stand up waving my arms.

"You're all done."

Like a penguin I waddle to the stairs and crawl up them. Dom soon follows and scoops me up bridal style.

My stomach tosses and turns.

He carries me into the bedroom where he undresses and dresses me in a t-shirt of his.

We both climb into bed.

An hour and Dom is softly snoring in sleep but my stomach won't let me rest. It constricts threatening the bile in my throat.

After turning onto my side my stomach gives in and hot, stinging, vomit make its way up my throat.

I jump out of bed and run around the room to get to the bathroom. I shut and lock it behind me before I drop to my knees over the toilet and release my insides.

Good thing my hair was pulled up.

My stomach lurches wanting to release more each time but there's nothing left.

I take some toilet paper and clean my mouth.

"Stef? What's wrong?" Dom calls from the other side of the door.

I feel gross.

"Nothing I'm fine." I sniffle.

I flush the toilet and stand up to brush my teeth.

"Throwing up is not fine Stef open the door."

Scrubbing my mouth with mint flavored toothpaste I unlock the door.

He enters and looks at me. I look away.

"I promise I didn't do this on purpose." I continue scrubbing.

He wraps his arms around my waist.

"I know. Your body is rejecting food."

"I'm sorry." He says rubbing my stomach.

"It's not your fault. You were only trying to help."

I rest a hand on top of his.

{~}

Chapter. 42

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