Chapter 0257
“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 n*ked 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 b*dy. I don’t know what to say or how to react to that.
Even on the rare occasion when we had S**, he managed to detach himself completely
from the process. You see in the romance s where the male lead worships the female
lead’s b*dy? Or where he is
really verbal about how S**y her b*dy is? I never got that after Rowan and I got married.
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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 k*sses. No soft touches or caresses. No sweet or dirty talk. Our
S** was just
that: S**. Swift, formulaic, and completely unromantic.
The only time I got what s 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
S**ual 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 occurrence. I will just get another one later.
“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 lilac. The
walls were at
gentle pink blush, and different Disney princesses adorned them. Delicate lilac curtains
swayed in the
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The crib sat in the middle and was draped in pastel bedding in hues of lavender, with a
charming ceiling
mobile dangling above. Next to it was a comfortable–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.”