Forever You by Lynn, Sandi (autobiographies to read .txt) 📗

back recently, but she’s in a clinical trial in California, so everything

is good at the moment. She’s doing fine, and she’s going to be fine, so there’s nothing more to

discuss,” I said in an authoritative tone. Ellery pulled me out of the kitchen and into the hallway.

“How could you not tell me about your Aunt Sadie?” she asked furiously as she hit me in the chest.

“Ouch, Elle, that hurt.”

“That’s not the only thing that’s going to hurt, Connor Black.”

“Promise, baby?” I smirked.

“Ugh, you make me so mad!” she whispered as she turned the opposite way.

I wrapped my arms around her and whispered, “I’m sorry; I never took much stock in what Aunt

Sadie had to say. I always thought she was kind of crazy.”

“Your family must think I’m a walking disaster of a human being, and they are probably wondering

what the hell you’re doing with me.”

I squeezed her tight. “They love you; I can tell, and it doesn’t matter what they think about our

relationship. I love you for all that you are, nothing less, and for the record, I think you’re a beautiful

disaster.”

She laid her head back on my chest and looked up as I leaned down to kiss her. She bit my lip.

“That’s for the ‘beautiful disaster’ remark,” she said.

“Ouch, you really need to save this shit for the bedroom, Ellery; you have no idea how much you’re

turning me on with all your hitting and biting.” She laughed, turned around, and licked my lip to

soothe the sting.

Dinner was exceptional, and our family conversation was good. Ellery spent a great deal of time

talking to my mother and Cassidy. Camden came up to me, took my hand, and led me to the floor to

build blocks with him. All of a sudden, I heard my mom ask Ellery how we met. Panic washed over

me as I feared Ellery would tell her about getting me home that night. I looked at her, and she gave me

a smile that assured me that she wouldn’t tell. She told my mom that we met at a club. Ellery sat down

on the floor next to me and Camden, and asked if she could help stack the blocks. Camden picked one

up and handed it to her. Watching her interact with him told me she would make a wonderful mother.

How and when was I going to tell her that I can’t have kids?

When it was time to leave, we said our goodbyes to my family and started on the road back home.

“I love your family,” Ellery said as she grabbed my hand.

“They loved you too,” I smiled as I brought her hand to my lips.

“Do you really think so?” she asked nervously.

“Baby, I don’t think; I know.” She smiled as she laid her head on my shoulder.

***

Ellery was in the bathroom, washing her face as I was getting undressed. “I loved watching you

with Camden today; it was so special and sweet.”

“Yeah, well he’s a pretty special kid,” I smiled.

“Watching you with him made me think of some things,” she said as she walked out of the bathroom

and opened the dresser drawer for a nightshirt.

“What things?” I asked hesitantly.

“I don’t know; just how good you are with him and…”

I knew this was going to happen, and I tried to prepare myself ahead of time. I guess this was the

time to tell her. I instantly cut her off. “I can’t have children, Elle; I took care of that many years ago.”

Her back was turned to me as she opened the drawer. The minute I spoke those words, she stopped

what she was doing, and I saw her take a deep breath.

“Aren’t you going to respond to that?” I asked.

“Ok, why didn’t you tell me that before?” she asked as she turned around and looked at me.

“I don’t know, Elle. It just didn’t seem to ever be appropriate.”

“Was it because you thought I was going to die, and it didn’t matter if I never knew?” she spoke

with pain in her voice.

I instantly felt sick at her words. “How could you say that?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, and anyway, I don’t want kids. With my fucked up family genes the kid

wouldn’t stand a chance,” she said as she turned and faced the window.

I closed my eyes for a second as she said that. It broke my heart for her to think that way. I walked

over and put my arms around her, pulling her into me. “Don’t say things like that.”

“It’s the truth. My mother died of cancer, father was an alcoholic, and now me having cancer for

the second time; think about it, Connor, the child would be doomed from the minute it was

conceived.”

“You’re wrong, and I don’t want you talking like that ever again,” I said with anger.

She loosened herself from my grip. “Well, it doesn’t matter anyway because neither of us wants

kids, so end of discussion.” I watched her as she walked over to the dresser across the room and

grabbed the bottle of lotion.

“Does it bother you that I can’t have children?” I asked.

“No, and like I said, it’s for the best anyway, but I would like to know why you did it, Connor.”

I took in a sharp breath, “Do you really want to