Thorne III

Finally the moment of anticipation.

Their honeymoon.

He took his wife to his penthouse, though they had their own home. He wanted this event to be special, just the two of them. 

He's excited to have her, but he's not so sure if she's anticipated it too. But for him, this is the first step that he could pour out what is in his heart.

He caresses her first to start with. She never opposed.

Then he started kissing her; she didn't complain. 

Slowly he carried her to the king-sized bed that awaited them. 

He could feel that in his kisses she responded. It's an indication that she is accepting him. 

He never stops in what he is doing. 

Until she made a first move by undressing him. He couldn't explain his feelings when she helped him take off his clothes.

He wanted to cry because he never thought that she would willingly offer herself to him.

Because of that, he quickly took off her wedding dress. And he stared at what he should be doing.

He's pressing her slim body underneath. He is very careful because he knows that she naturally delivered their baby. He doesn't want to give her discomfort. Though it's already been two months since she gave birth. He will give his wife the pure love he wanted to give her from the very start. From this moment, it will mark their first step walking together as husband and wife.

They both caught their breath when they finally reached the peak.

All of a sudden, his wife burst out in laughter.

He's wondering what made her laugh like that.

"Hey, what's so funny?" he asked; he couldn't help but laugh with her, too.

"So, this is how—making babies—in a natural way," she said in between laughter.

Both of them laugh at that. 

"If I had only known that we would end up getting married, I should have done it in my way," he said, biting her earlobes.

"You were once that egotistical, arrogant billionaire when you asked me to have your baby." She said it to his face.

It hurts and knocks him hard, but that is the truth. But from this day onwards. He is not just going to promise to himself that he will be the best husband for his wife but also be the best father for their son and for their children to come.

"Yes, I know, I am such an idiot taking advantage of your situation. But I believe that what happened in the past was a way for us to become who we are. And it brings us to be together," he replied, pulling his wife to his arms.

"I love you, sweetheart," he whispered.

"By the way, before I forget, why did you do it by yourself instead of leaving it to your doctor's friend?" she asked.

It made him blush for sure because he could feel the blood rushing in his face. He's not going to lie.

"Well, to be honest, I was attracted to you. I was watching you while you were talking with a woman. You were so vulnerable then, and I saw an opportunity to get to you, from my grandfather's eagerness of having a great grandkid, plus you, who are in need of money very badly," he said.

"I could tell that you're far from many women who spread their legs too fast just to hook a man, and I'm sure you would not look at me if it weren't for your urgent need for money," he continued.

"I could sense that you were inexperienced. And because of that, I used my grandfather's wish to get a hold of you. I know you will not agree if I touch you, so I have to speak with my friend to perform an insemination instead. If only I knew how to perform it by myself, I would not ask anyone. See, Alden has seen it first," he said, pouting. 

"Do you think if I asked you nicely, you would agree?" he asked, trying to make a puppy eye. 

She pinched him in his thigh, which made him wince in pain, yet he was laughing. 

"And why do you want to do it in your way, huh, Mister?" She asked, teasing him.

"Because you know, I should have to be the first," he said shyly. 

"You know what, Mister, you have been the first, first in every new, unique experience of my life. It's my first time allowing other people to see my private parts. It was the first time I had been away from home. My first time giving birth I shivered down my spine. And all those firsts were all because of you," she said.

It guilted him. He wasn't there for her in all those moments when she needed someone to comfort her. She hugged her tightly and kissed her on her temple. 

"You were my first in everything. You were the one who injected your sperm inside me using a syringe instead of your—" She stopped talking and laughed.

Her laughter made him relax from the guilt he felt a second ago.

"Consider that was the first time making love with me. If I know, you're enjoying what you saw," she replied, smiling. 

She was right about that; if only he was not afraid that she would sue him for raping her. He wants more than what he was doing. Especially when moaned and she responded with his touch. 

"Oh sweetheart, I love you so much, and I'm thankful that you gave me such an honor to be your first." He replied, kissing his wife lovingly.

She was right; he was the first man in her life. Her first and will be her last.

Who would have thought that someone like him—the arrogant, egotistical, self-centered jerk, as his wife describes him—would finally change his course?

He couldn't believe that he was capable of loving and caring for only one woman. 

Well, it's the power of love. 

Love has changed it all.

Love always works wonders we cannot grasp or try to
find an explanation in it.

He cannot explain it to those who did not experience it. 

But there's one thing that changed in him...possessiveness.