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Chapter 43:

Nadia's POV:

Reaching my phone on the night stand, without even opening my eyes, I turned off the alarm and hid my face under the pillow because it was a weekend and I had no meetings that day, which made me wonder why I set up the alarm in the first place.

Wait, I didn't...

I instinctively looked at Zack's side of the bed to ask him if he did, when I was only met with nothing. I wrapped the quilt around my body and lifted myself to a seating position, and searched for any traces of him. I noticed our clothes of yesterday were neatly folded on the edge of the bed, and that only caused me to blush, remembering how our night ended.

I was about to stand up to look for him when I noticed a folded paper sitting comfortably on my nightstand with a red flower. I instantly grabbed the flower and brought it to my nose, inhaling deeply the sweet smell. Then, I reached for the paper and held it in my hands for few seconds, feeling as if it was the first thing I have ever received from him.

'Dear Nadia' I started reading the letter 'It's been ten years since we've got married. I've set an alarm for you in an hour so that you can read this then you can head downstairs for breakfast that I'd be cooking for you...'

/*You can read the letter on my profile, under name of "Forever Yours"*/

I didn't know that I was holding my breath until I released it. I was overwhelmed with different emotions; I felt like my heart was going to burst and I could do nothing to stop my raging heartbeat. Zack knew exactly how to play on my heart strings, enticing different kinds of melodies that only he could hear.

I didn't want to waste more time, sitting alone whilst I could be with Zack instead. Therefore, I pulled my shirt over my head and I hurried to the bathroom to wash my teeth, not even bothering to take a shower since I had one few hours ago. I grabbed a loosened shirt and shorts from the closet, put them on them hurriedly.

After making sure I was presentable, I strode to the kitchen, where I found a plate full of pancakes with strawberries, and another dish of scrambled eggs, French toast and bacon, accompanied with a glass of orange juice. As I walked closer to the island, I noticed a folded sheet of paper with a rose beside it. I reached for the paper and unfolded it, feeling as if my heart was going to bail on me.

'I had to drag myself away from you this morning. You were so f*****g beautiful and gorgeous. I was so close to call off the entire surprise in order to kiss you senseless and make love to you. So please, stop drooling over my words and hurry. I'm craving for my morning kiss <3'

I took a deep breath as I folded the paper back and put it on the kitchen's island. There were many feelings swirling inside me, thanks to the amount of love I received from Zack. I was the luckiest woman on earth for having him as my husband and father of my kids.

His words made me blush uncontrollably, although we were already invested in each other. Moreover, he had done everything to make me more comfortable to talk about our physical intimacy with him, which served us right, because it took our physical contact to a whole new level.

'He made me addicted to him' I thought 'Heck, he made sure I could claim him whenever I wanted to' I smiled to myself, remembering a distant memory.

/*Flashback*/

Two months after I found out that I was pregnant, my nausea and cravings were getting the best of me. I couldn't eat most of the things that I loved before because of the sickness I felt after even having a bite. There were some days when I would simply crave for the weirdest things at the weirdest moments. Moreover, my feelings were heightened, and a simple delay of my cravings, would make me a hot mess.

However, Zack always made sure to stand by my side and be there for me whenever I wasn't feeling well or when a mood swing hits. His presence was more than I could ask for throughout the process. Every time he whispered sweet nothings in my ear after a breakdown, one thought would always roam in my mind: I LOVED him more than anything and I WANTED him all to myself. And with that thought in mind, there were so many days that I would simply get too frustrated when he would go to work, but I had to stay home because of my sickness. I would spend the entire day, thinking about him and how much I was craving to have him by my side.

I wasn't a typical shy woman when it came to showing my affection to Zack, but as days gone by and my bump started to slowly appear, I had gained insecurities that had never been present before my pregnancy; and soon, my confidence kissed the ground as it crumbled to my feet. I no longer found myself attractive, so I simply reduced my teasing touches and stolen kisses of Zack, which only added to my annoyance as my cravings for him grew with time.

I turned into an enraged hormonal woman...

There was one day in particular that I would never forget. It was a normal work day; Zack and I, had meetings all day, which meant that we could barely get a glimpse of each other. I had grown too frustrated by time I had my final one that consisted of a presentation, made by Zack.

Throughout the presentation, all I could think of was the way Zack seemed to move with grace and confidence that forced authority in any meeting, just like I used to be before being pregnant. We used to be a power couple as our presence screamed force; however, with the way I had started feeling about myself, I seemed to lose the aura of the ruthless Mrs. Mathews Collins I used to have, which kind of made me feel like I was letting our image down.

And my urge to hug him to soothe my doubts, was growing stronger with every minute that passed.

By time the meeting was over, we were both ready to head home. The car drive was sickeningly tormenting, and as soon as we arrived to the building, I dashed straight to the elevator, with Zack close on my tail. He tried to reach out for me as we stood silently in the lifts, but I pushed him away. He was quiet and didn't say anything, until we were inside the apartment.

"Is there anything wrong?" He asked, concern laced on his voice.

"Nothing is wrong," I snapped, without even realizing.

"Tell me," He walked towards me and caged me in his arms.

"I said: Nothing," I pushed against his chest, feeling my eyes well up with tears. "I'm just tired, leave me alone."

"No way," He stepped closer again. "What's the problem?"

"It's just that..." I stuttered, not knowing exactly what to tell him, while he stood there, looking absolutely perfect as my thoughts of earlier clouded my mind.

"That?"

"Dammit, you are the problem Zack," I yelled at him.

"Have I done anything wrong?" He asked, shocked of my outburst, but he still made sure to stroke my cheek in the process.

Damn his perfection...!!!

"Everything you do is a problem to me these days," I huffed out a breath. "Yet, you don't even seem to notice."

His eyes mirrored full horror, as my words registered in him. He lowered his eyes to the ground and avoided eye contact with me. He loosened his touch on me and started taking deep long breathes, obviously trying to tame his feelings before letting me see how my words truly effected him; but he was too late, I already witnessed the pain his eyes portrayed. He got me wrong.

"So I became a problem now?" He questioned, taking a step back. "Is is how you really feel?"

"I didn't mean..." I stuttered, taken aback at the lack of his touch.

"You obviously need some time to gather your thoughts," He whispered. "I'll be out to give you some space. Maybe then, you'll know how to explain what's bothering you."

"Zack!" I exclaimed, desperately trying to explain. "It's not as it sounds like..." But he cut me off, mumbling that he would be home by dinner.

My eyes widened in shock as I saw him walking slowly to the door; I didn't want him to leave. All I wanted was to kiss him, hug him, have him close to me, but as I looked at my stomach and saw how much my baby bump was apparent, frustration got the best of me, and I ended up yelling at him. Though, there was no way I was going to let him go, without clarifying what I meant.

"Can you please listen to me for a second?"

"Finally got back your voice?" He lifted his eyebrow at me, questioningly. "You seemed at loss of words seconds ago."

"Dammit," I took a deep breath, neglecting his sarcasm as anger started boiling in my veins. "You don't know how f*****g frustrated I am right now. Do you have any idea how hard it was to stay away from you all day long? And then, you had to look so handsome and attractive during your presentation, not even aware that you affected me in ways, only you can do."

"Nadia..." He walked back to me, and tried to cut me off, but I was having none of it.

"You're perfect Zack, every woman's dream man. You look so good in your suit which serves you right whenever your muscles flex under your shirt while my baby bump is starting to appear under my shirt. I am getting fatter, moodier and more annoying, I'm losing my confidence, and I can't even claim you like I used to because I feel like I'm depending too much on you, and I don't want you to feel like I'm a burden on you."

I didn't even realize how much I blabbered until I was done, out of breath and slightly embarrassed of what I confessed to him. However, as I inhaled a deep breath, Zack was already cradling me in his embrace; he hugged me as if I was so fragile that the slightest touch would break me. After he made sure that my heartbeat was even, he pulled away slightly and cupped my cheeks.

"That was one hell of a hot confession." He smiled, his eyes shining with happiness. "You got me worried, thinking I've screwed up somehow and hurt you."

And without adding more words, he crushed his lips on mine. His kiss portrayed exactly how much my words hit him. My hands soon tugged at his shirt to pull him closer to me, while his started roaming all over my body until one trailed up under my dress and reached my hips.

He caressed my skin tormenting me, making me inhale a short breath; and he took that opportunity to slide his tongue inside my mouth, winning dominance over me. He sucked on my lower lip, made love to my mouth in ways that I was left breathless, and seeking for more. On instinct, I reached for his jacket and tried to take it off, but with his arms around me, it was almost impossible.

He broke this kiss for few moments to take off his jacket and shirt. As my eyes lingered on his skin, my need to be near him hit me harder and I found myself touching him everywhere. He closed his eyes briefly, enjoying the feel of my hands on him; then, he opened them with an unmistakable desire coursing through them.

He sent his arms around my waist and lifted me. I hooked my legs around his waist and wrapped my arms around his neck, to prevent myself from falling and holding onto him like holding onto dear life. He walked us to the couch, on which he sat, with me straddling his lap. He looked me in a way that I swear I could feel my heart bursting through my rib cage.

His body molded mine perfectly as he pulled me closer to his body and kissed my forehead. He kept his lips lingering on my skin for few seconds before he snuggled his head on my neck, making me tilt it to the side, granting him more access, while I squeezed my eyes shut.

"Look at me," He whispered in my ear then pulled his head back, looking at my eyes. "I don't want you to feel embarrassed around me." He spoke calmly. "I am yours. Body, heart and soul. Just like you are mine."

"Zack..." I croaked out, at loss of words.

"You have no idea how much I want you and crave for your touch, I'm addicted to you Love," he carried on his assault by biting my skin then sucking on it, obviously marking me. "I had to be there aroused in that meeting, looking at you, while you blushed every time we made eye contact. And I knew exactly what that deep blush meant" He held onto my waist.

"But..." I started talking but he cut me off, and said. "Your baby bump is the most attractive part of your body right now. It makes me go wild, just thinking of the process of creating it in the first place. It makes me go crazy over the fact that you are carrying my baby, and a piece of us. So always remember one thing."

"What?"

"You can claim me whenever you want. Kiss me when you feel like it." He kissed my lips, sweetly for a couple seconds.

"My body is yours for comfort." He caressed my back.

"You can tell me whenever you are flustered or in need of a release." He whispered in my ear. "Even if it was during work, we can talk about it instead of letting it bolt up."

"And most importantly, talk to me about anything that hovers in your mind, concerning our lives, sex life included." He grinned, mischievously. "Do you understand?" He asked and I nodded but he shook his head. "Tell me."

"I do."

"I want you to be comfortable with me." He held my gaze, firmly."Knowing we have this effect on each other drives over the edge and turns me on, more than anything else. Okay?" He smiled at me. "I love the connection we have, so please don't even think of pushing me away like you've done earlier."

"I'm sorry..." I mumbled, feeling quite guilty.

"There's no need to be." He pushed a stray lock of hair behind my ear. "Now tell me, I want to know everything that's roaming inside that pretty head of yours."

"My hormones are messing with me, I'm at loss of confidence in myself, and only you can reassure me that I'm still the same." I answered a bit boldly , still a bit ashamed of my insecticides. "I feel like you're the only one who truly understands me, thus why, I always want you to hug me in your eyes and take care of me. I know it's an inconvenience when we're both busy, but I can't help my stupid hormones."

"You're my everything Nadia." His lips titled upward in a wide beam. "And I'm forever yours. Keep that in mind."

My heart warmed up at his words. I felt like the most stupid woman alive to even think of pushing him away, under name of being frustrated. He saw me, his Nadia, the woman holding his baby, his wife, not the woman who's getting fatter and losing her poise. He was in love with me, as a whole. And I was in love with him, and only him.

"I love you Zack." I whispered, not even recognizing my voice because of the happy tears that started cascading on my cheeks.

"I love you." He wiped my tears, grinning happily. "Now tell me, what do you want to do?"

"And that's when I bite my tongue." I chuckled, feeling as if the weight of the world had been lifted off my shoulder.

"You're better with actions than words." He leveled me with his eyes. "My confident wife needs to take control."

At what he said, I didn't waste any other breath, being away from him; I simply moved closer to him if it was even possible and planted a chaste kiss on the corner of his lips teasingly before devouring his lips, being the dominant at first, then stepping down my game for him. He caught on my simple gesture and leaded the kiss, showing me exactly how much I meant to him and washing away every ounce of insecurity that had been planted inside me.

He broke the kiss when we were both breathless and in need for air. However, he carried on his feather kisses, starting from the tip of my nose to my cheek, jaw, neck until he reached the sweet spot behind my ear, where he kissed me and bit me hungrily, yet gently, making me release a moan, which made graze my earlobe and whisper in my ear. "I think I should show you exactly how much I love you, I used words earlier, now it's time for actions."

/*End of Flashback*/

What happened that day took our relationship to a whole new level of understanding and love. We became one. Zack was more than anything that I had ever dreamt of. He held me in his eyes, and kept me secured there. He even transferred my office into his so that he could keep an eye on me. He cared so much, not even caring about his image as the ruthless Collins; even people noticed and admired his change of demeanor when I was around.

I was so proud to be his...!!!

Realizing that I drifted for so long in my memories, I focused my attention on the food he prepared and ate a bit, before gulping the juice, and literally, running up the stairs to Zack. As soon as I reached the room, I waited until I caught my breath then I opened the door slowly.

Zack turned his head immediately at the sound, and his eyes soon locked with mine. He dropped the painting brush on the floor and smiled at me, silently urging me to move. I wasted no time in slacking as I strode to him and caught him off guard when I jumped in his arms and crushed my lips on his, appreciation coursing through me. He kissed me back with the same urgency, hooking his arms under my bums, pulling me closer to him, as my legs were wrapped around his waist.

"Then one would wonder why every time spent with you is a perfect date." He whispered in my ear, when we became out of breath.

"I hope I fulfilled my duties as your wife, and delivered a good kiss." I grinned, mischievously.

"Hum." He hummed lowly. "We can always work to make it great." He said, drawing me in again.

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