Bargain with the Irish Devil

Chapter 28

CHAPTER 28

M iranda

Killian is stronger than the doctor first thought when he was born. So I get too excited about him maybe going home with me. But even though I end up staying for four days after my cesarian, I have to leave my baby behind in the NICU when I left the hospital. And I cried about it all the way home.

The very next day, I was at the hospital within an hour after I woke up, and I stayed there until late at night. Declan didn’t argue or do anything to urge me away from the hospital. All he does is stay by my side and do everything he can to make it easy for me.

I’m crying on the way home again. It’s been two weeks, and I was hoping this was the time we would get to bring Killian home. Except the doctors don’t think he’s ready.

Declan’s arm is around my waist, helping me up the stairs. He didn’t even like me climbing them. It was only yesterday that he allowed me to go up or down the stairs without him carrying me .

My breasts ache. “Damn it, I’m making a mess. Can you help me, please? Grab the pump, please.” I sigh as I work to get my dress off. “My breasts are hurting, they’re so full.”

As usual, Declan helps me get settled with the pump and the two bottles I’m doing at one time. Once they’re full, he’s quick to take them and put the lids on them.

Declan is offering me another bottle. Shaking my head, I lay my hand on his cheek. Understanding, he nods. The moment I feel the air from his breath it sends a wet heat to the apex of my thighs. When he begins suckling, I fight not to moan at what it does to me.

Wrong, god, this is so wrong. Both hands are in his hair, holding him to me. I shouldn’t—I know this is bad so very bad. Two fingers are there, no. “I’m still bleeding.” I whisper.

When I should be saying, stop . This is wrong. Oh god. Oh, oh god. Yes. Thank you. Thank you, Declan, oh my god.

“I’m aware. And I told you, it doesn’t bother me.” His mouth at my ear drives me crazy. “That’s it. God, you’re so beautiful when you break apart for me.”

Right, he’s aware because he’s the one who has helped me changed the god-awful thick pads since I came home from the hospital.

Sucking deeper, those fingers toy with my swollen clitoris before tipping me over into the waves of pleasure.

When I can find words, I nuzzle into him.

“It feels wrong…for it to, for me to want what I do,” I admit.

“You might be a mom. You’re also a woman with needs, and there’s nothing wrong with that.” The words slide down my neck .

“I’m sorry. I realized yesterday I’ve kind of forgotten everything but Killian.” I wince as I remember I hadn’t even known when he left the other day when I saw him coming back.

“That’s okay. Normally, fighting for the attention of my beautiful wife would be a trial but seeing how much you love him—I guess I can put up with it.”

I’m so damn lucky, and I will not forget that when I’m finally able to thank him properly.

Three weeks after Killian is born, we get to take him home. I feel like I should be shocked over how sweet and gentle Declan is with our son. Except I’m not. Declan is as much of an amazing father as he is a husband. The same way he is patient and takes care of me, he does the same with Killian.

Declan is up in the middle of the night feeding the baby, and the moment he’s through the front door, he has Killian in his arms. Between him, Aoife, and Aoife’s daughter, I rarely got tired or needed to say a word to get help with Killian.

Aoife is moved in and upstairs with us. Although we’ve talked about her moving into the apartment downstairs. Her daughter loses her job a month after we bring Killian home and comes to clean from what Aoife couldn’t while Aoife helped us. Declan shrugged and said it was better than hiring a nanny.

It's frustrating as hell that when I’m given the six-week clearance to make love to my husband, my doctor warns me the incision isn’t good yet. So technically, it’s yes, but actually, no, I’m not allowed to make love—unless I wanted to worry about complications. I’m more upset about it than Declan is.

“I told you,” Declan murmurs as Whitney smiles from me to him .

“Ah, so you’re not here to be a good daddy. You’re here because you knew your wife was going to lie to you.” Whitney questions him.

He nods. “She has a way of getting what she wants.”

She laughs. “Yeah, because you give it to her.”

His shrug is his admission. “Because she deserves it. But not this time.”

I get the warning from him and nod. “Fine. So when, then?”

“When it doesn’t feel like it’s going to open on you. You know exactly when.” Whitney lifts her own eyebrow.

“Fine.” I sigh.

Back at home, I check on Killian before my own nap. I should have been napping when he was, but he’s going to wake in a half hour or so, and Declan won’t let me take him—so I might as well go to bed.

Declan is back from the walk-in closet with a nightgown that stretches easily, and I’ve gotten five more since I came home with Killian, I like them so much.

“Come on, love. It’s fine.”

“For you, maybe. Your fingers aren’t the same thing as your cock.” I pout.

Sitting down beside me, Declan’s hand goes into my hair. “Now that we got the okay, I can use my mouth.”

I send my own eyebrow up at him. It is kind of crazy for me to be the one complaining. All Declan has had is his own hand. Since I brought Killian home, both of us have loved him suckling from me. I got so hot and wet while he did it. Nearly every time we end with him bringing me off with his fingers. Yet when it comes to him, he refuses to let me jack him or suck him off at all.

It left me feeling guilty. Here I am, being a cranky witch when I came every time, yet he didn’t. And the way he assured me over and over it was fine and to stop worrying about him had me falling in love with him even more.

“Nope.” I shake my head. “If you can’t, then I can’t either it’s not fair. Although I should have had a longer talk with her about birth control. I just wasn’t sure what to go with—especially considering the one time I tried the pill it messed with me.”

He nods. “Did you want more than one?”

Worried by how still he is, I nod. “Yes, please. You want your girl, and I always dreamed of having a large family.”

Blue meets mine. “Good. One thing I remember reading in all those lovely books is how fertile you are right after you’ve given birth. I’ll leave it up to you—when you want a baby, let me know.”

Three Months Later

Miranda

The cat is back. “No, Killian don’t touch the kitten.”

He frowns at me and sticks his hand out to the kitten. I swear this kid is too smart for his own good. The moment the thought is out, I fight back tears of relief. Those weeks spent with the cord wrapped around his neck, really didn’t cause anything I was afraid of .

Oh, it’s not fair how sweet the kitten is. He’s a pretty cat with long silver hair and blue eyes. Huh, it kind of reminds me of Banshee. I sigh as I realize it’s been almost a year since I met that crazy ass cat. It couldn’t be Banshee’s baby or anything—well, maybe a granny or something.

We’re out in the backyard for Killian to get his tummy time. Tummy time his dear granny Aoife interrupted when she hated to hear Killian whine. He stops whining once he gets that I’m not going to pick him up.

The kitten crawls all the way up my chest. “Huh, if you have my eyes tearing up and me sniffling, you’re out on your behind,” I warn the kitten. “I’m supposed to be allergic to you.”

I turn off the alarm that tells me I’ve been outside with Killian for forty-five minutes. The kitten is still chilling on my lap.

That night, I check the time and look to the kitten one more time. Declan enters our room with a smile that disappears when he sees the kitten.

“I’m not allergic to her. It’s a her. I had to ask the vet, and they said she’s healthy. She’s got some of her shots, and we can take her to get fixed in a week.”

He’s quiet and still. “If you’re allergic to cats, one of our kids could be. Did you see how Killian did with her?”

I nod. Getting up off the bed, I offer him the kitten. “Killian is fine. I’m fine. And no one will take her away from you again. We’ll keep her downstairs and flood the house with air purifiers.”

Tension drains from him as he takes the kitten from me. “Are you sure? ”

“I am. I wouldn’t have brought her into the house if I thought I would have to ask you to remove her. I promise I’d never be that cruel.”

His hand is around my throat. “I pick you over a cat, a kid, all the money in the whole damn world. It’s always you.”

“Isn’t a good thing there’s no need to choose this time? What do you think for a name?” I run a finger along the kitten’s head.

He shrugs, “I’m not sure yet. Let me think about it. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I’m going to need you to show me. And don’t you dare pull out a condom. I need you bare. I’m ready for your baby.” I run my hand down his beautiful chest.

“Ah, so whatever fear you had has been resolved?” No judgment or cause for the embarrassment I feel.

“It’s not easy carting a kid around to special classes or specialists. I think Killian is as scary smart as his father. I’m done being worried he was adversely affected by the cord and everything.”

Nodding, a hand goes into my hair. “There’s nothing wrong with being worried about him. It would be weird if you weren’t. But as you finally also believe what I’ve known since we brought him home, he’s gotten his smarts from his mother.”

I shake my head as I cup his thickening cock in my hand. “Definitely his father’s child. No testing isnecessary. Give me my little girl. I need you to fill me full of come and knock my ass up.”

His mouth is on mine with a growl. “What a naughty girl you’re being tonight with such a dirty mouth.”

“I’ll be a good girl. I promise. I’ll be so very good. ”

And I was so very good. It only took two months for me to become pregnant. This time, I was excited when I missed my period, and smells started messing with me. Taking the test with Declan waiting with me is something I’ll never forget.

Declan

I don’t like that we’re seeing a PA today because Whitney got called for a delivery. The PA introduced herself, but I wasn’t paying attention. I didn’t get good sleep last night as our dear son has newly discovered his lung capacity as far as screeching for attention when he’s not tired.

“It’s such a blessing. I went from being afraid I’d never have kids to two in only ayear.” Miranda is blushing.

“Yeah, it’s always like that. The first one you jump through all the hoops. And the Clomid. Then, you get super fertile after you have the baby. I think women should maybe get more education where that’s concerned.”

I freeze when the woman says it. I’m praying Miranda missed it or will let it go. But of course, I have the worst fucking luck.

Miranda studies the PA. “What’s Clomid?”

The PA tilts her head in confusion. “A fertility drug. It was in your system when your blood was taken for testing last time. Whitney noted it in your file to ask you about it. But I guess she never did.”

“I never took Clomid.” Miranda says the words in a whisper.

Then her eyes meet mine, and she sees the truth.

“You bastard.” Is a hiss of sound .

Because I am, I simply nod.

She won’t say a word to me the whole way home. I allow her time to accept it all.

It’s when it goes into the next day that I say fuck it. When I get home, Aoife has my son.

Her eyes are on me as I greet my son. “What did you do?”

I shrug. “She found out about the Clomid. Can you keep an eye on him for the next few hours?”

Chuckling, she nods.

“She’s taking her nap?” I confirm as I hand Killian back to her.

“Yes, and she looks as bad as you do.”

It takes a few minutes to get into our bedroom. I watch her while she sleeps and hope like hell tonight I’m back in our bed.

She awakens almost twenty minutes after I let myself into the room.

“What are you doing in here? I’m still mad at you, damn it. I cannot believe what you did. How could you?”

“Do you regret Killian?” I ask.

Eyes wide with hurt. “No, of course not.”

“Do you regret the last year of our lives together?”

“No, but damn it. You gave me no choice in my life in what it was going to be.”

I shake my head. “I warned you. I’m not a good man. I gave you no choice because I had no choice. My life was my own before I met you. I had plans. I knew what every day would be, and I liked my life. Then you came crashing into me, and all of that went up in a blaze of glory. There was no choice for me—you were it. Whatever it took to keep you, I would do. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do.”

Emeralds are flashing up at me.

“It was your fault. You said it yourself, you pregnant tied you to the baby’s father forever. No matter what happens our child will link us, always in each other’s lives, always a part of each other. You wanted me. It was my world you were afraid of. Once you were pregnant, you would see how safe my life, our world can be. Be angry all you want, but I don’t regret what I did. I didn’t while I was doing it, and I’m not about to now.”

She sighs. “If I were a little less messed up. I would see this as utterly toxic and not at all as romantic as I find it. I love you, you fool. If you had just asked me, you would have had me.”

“I had to make sure, no point of return. You would be mine forever and ever. The same way I’m yours.”

“I love the sound of that. But I’m going to need for you to show me, dear husband.”

“Everything you want, my dear wife. Anything at all, as long as it’s not letting you go.”