Georgia’s POV
I dangled over Nick’s shoulder like a sack of rice, completely speechless at the ridiculous thing he’d just said. My face was burning—partly from embarrassnt, partly from the way his shoulder pressed against my stomach.
Then I saw him reach for the wall and tap at a hidden panel. A keypad lit up, and he entered a code with practiced ease.
"Where are we going? Nick! Put down!" I whined, my head spinning from being upside down.
The wall slid open with a soft chanical hum, revealing a sleek door. He carried straight through it.
It was a bedroom. His bedroom.
My mouth fell open. "Wait... this is your room? Why is it hidden like so secret vault?"
He smirked, not even out of breath, as he tossed onto the bed like I weighed nothing. I bounced against the mattress and scrambled upright, eyes darting around the room until—aha! A door. That had to be the bathroom.
"Vicky used to stay here when I was in the mariti academy," Nick said casually, watching like a hawk. "And my mom used to drop by often. I didn’t want either of them snooping around in my space."
I made a break for it, but before I could take two steps, he grabbed , pulling back and pinning down to the bed with maddening ease.
"The heck, Nick! Let go!" I cried out, wriggling beneath him.
But instead of listening, he stole a quick kiss from my lips, so fast it caught off guard.
"What are you doing? I’m serious!" I snapped, shoving at his chest. "I need to go to the pharmacy. I’m not on the pill, Nick."
His answer? A devil-may-care smirk and, "So? You’re not going anywhere. I told you—we’ll make sure it’s a boy." Then he crushed his lips against mine again.
I pushed him back, breathless, glaring as his maddeningly handso face hovered over , that stupid, mischievous smile tugging at his mouth.
"Are you crazy?!" I blurted out.
"Yes," he said without hesitation, his eyes gleaming as if this was the most obvious truth in the world. "Crazy about you. Now, can you stop protesting and just kiss already?"
I shoved at his chest again, my voice trembling between panic and longing. "Nick! We need to think about this. This is serious!"
But he didn’t even flinch. His eyes locked on mine, unwavering, his voice deep and steady. "I’ve already thought about it, Georgia. Not just one, not twice, but many tis. I’m sure. I want you. I want this. If it ans one, two, or three—I don’t care, as long as it’s with you. Unless..." his jaw clenched slightly, "...unless you’re not sure about . If you don’t want that future with , then you’re free to go."
His words knocked the air out of . My whole body froze under his gaze. Did I want him to be the father of my future children? God, yes. I’d imagined it more tis than I’d admit, the thought of little versions of him—or us—running around, making my heart swell. But now? Right this second? I hadn’t let myself think that far...
"So," Nick pressed, his voice rough with emotion, "what’s it going to be, Georgia? Are you walking away, or not?"
I broke his gaze, staring at the ceiling, then at the far corner of the room, anything to escape the intensity burning in his eyes. My voice ca out small, almost afraid. "I... I don’t know."
He leaned closer, his breath warm against my cheek, his tone softer but no less certain. "This is the last day. You may not conceive at all. But if you do..." his lips brushed the edge of my ear, sending shivers through , "...then I’ll be the happiest man alive. So trust . Trust us."
His words pulled back, my eyes finding his again. And there it was—that smile. The one that disarms every single ti, tearing down every wall I’ve tried to put up. My heart leapt before my mind could catch up, and I found myself nodding.
He smirked, lowering his lips until his forehead rested against mine. "Good girl..." he whispered, the praise curling around my heart like a warm embrace.
And then his mouth claid mine, sealing the choice I hadn’t realized I’d already made. I lted into the kiss with everything I had—heart, body, and soul. Whatever happens, happens. If fate gave us this mont, then I’d embrace it with him. And if not... then maybe it just wasn’t ant to be. At least, not yet.
Gods... I love this man. More than I can ever put into words. And I want him—no, I need him—to be a part of my future.
What I felt with Nick was nothing like what I had with Raymond. With Raymond, it was obligation disguised as love. A relationship built on ti, on routine, on the heavy weight of "what should be", set by society, by our traditional family.
It always felt like I was walking down a path soone else had chosen for , one I couldn’t step away from no matter how much I wanted to.
But Nick... Nick was different. He wasn’t an obligation, he was a choice—my choice.
Every beat of my heart scread for him. Being with him wasn’t about expectation; it was about freedom.
It was as if sothing greater than fate itself had tethered to him, pulling closer with a force stronger than gravity.
I wanted him. All of him. His scars, his flaws, his past, his present—and I wanted him to claim everything in in return. My body, my heart, my soul.
With Nick, it didn’t feel like falling. It felt like flying. I feel at peace whenever I am with him. Any problem I have, any worries I think of, just vanish whenever I am in his presence, and that’s how I knew this was real love.
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