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

am on the clock. I looked around the dark room; the only shadow of

light was coming from the clock. I got out of bed, put on my pajama bottoms, and walked downstairs

to find Ellery, sitting at her easel and painting. I walked over to her as she turned her head and looked

at me.

“I’m sorry, babe, I hope I didn’t wake you,” she said softly.

“No, you didn’t wake me, but why aren’t you sleeping?” I asked as I slipped my arms around her

shoulders.

“I couldn’t sleep. I have too much on my mind, and painting always helps me clear my head.”

“You need to talk to me, Ellery. Please tell me what’s on your mind,” I said as I kissed the top of

her head.”

“It’s nothing to worry about. I’ve just been thinking about my last treatment and where we go from

there.”

“We simply move forward,” I said as I lifted her from the chair. “It doesn’t matter what happens.

We move ahead and take it one day at a time, because baby, time is all we have,” I smiled as I picked

her up and carried her back to bed. She smiled as she put her arms around me. I laid her on the bed

and held her tight, letting her know she has nothing to worry about.

A couple of hours later, the alarm went off, and I needed to head to the office. I looked out the

window, and the snow was lightly falling. I looked over at Ellery as she laid there on the bed sound

asleep. I took a hot shower, got dressed, and headed to the kitchen for some much needed coffee.

Denny walked in behind me.

“Good morning, Connor,” he spoke. “Any word yet on the Chicago fire?”

I sighed as I took a sip from my cup. “No, not yet; they had to let the guy go because of insufficient

evidence. But don’t worry; I have my men working on it. They’ll find out who set that fire.”

“What fire?” I heard as I turned around, and Ellery was standing in the middle of the kitchen.

“What are you doing out of bed?” I asked.

“Don’t worry about why I’m here; answer my question, Connor,” she said as she poured herself a

cup of coffee.

Denny looked at me and smiled. “Someone set the Chicago building on fire, and they burnt it to the

ground,” I answered her.

She sat down next me after she gave both Denny and I a kiss on the cheek. “Good morning to my

two favorite men,” she smiled. Damn that smile. It was too early for any of the kinky ideas that

popped into my head at that moment. “Who would do that to you?” she asked with concern.

“I have no idea, Elle. That’s what we’re trying to find out, and I don’t want you worrying about it.”

I wanted to quickly change the subject because I knew this would ultimately lead to an argument as I

didn’t tell her about it when it happened.

“I’m taking you ice skating tonight,” I said. Denny looked at me and raised an eyebrow because he

knew what I was doing.

“I don’t know how to ice skate,” Ellery said.

“Then I’ll just have to teach you,” I smiled. I got up from the table and kissed her on the lips. “Be a

good girl today, and stay out of trouble; I’ll see you later.” I got out of there as quickly as I could

before she could ask any more questions.

***

The snow was falling lightly as Ellery and I stepped onto the ice at the Rockefeller Center. “I’m

scared, Connor. You better not let go of me,” she nervously said.

“Don’t worry, baby. I already told you that I’m never letting you go,” I smiled as I kissed the tip of

her nose. I faced her and held both her hands. Her ankles were wobbling all over the place as we

moved slowly across the ice. It was a beautiful night, and a perfect scene. The trees all around the

arena were lit up, casting a soft light down on the ice. People were skating and having a good time. I

couldn’t help but notice the couples that brought their children and were teaching them to skate. It

gave me a warm feeling inside, and it got me thinking about my vasectomy reversal that I had done a

couple of weeks ago. I want to have a child with Ellery someday, and I couldn’t imagine not having a

family with her. We’ve discussed that if the reversal didn’t work, and if Ellery wasn’t able to

conceive, then we’re going to adopt.

“Where’d you go, Mr. Black?” she smiled.

I led her over to the railing and wrapped by arms securely around her waist. “I was just thinking

how nice it’ll be when we bring our children here someday,” I whispered. She kissed my cheek.

“Then you’d better get moving and teach me how to skate; I don’t want to look stupid in front of our

kids.” I laughed and let go of her. I skated a few feet away and held out my arms like a parent teaching

their child to walk for the first time.

“You’re crazy if you think I’m skating to you by myself,” she said.

“Come on, Elle; you can do it. Just take small steps.”

As I was waiting for her,