He saved your life. He took care of you. When the cops look into your accident, they find it wasn’t an accident at all… Someone sabotaged you.
Warning: car crash, broken bones, stalking, dark!chris evans, manipulation, no smut, angst, fluff, use of drugs to make someone forget, throw up, ending sucks i’m sorry
Summary: He saved your life. He took care of you. You owe him everything, right? But your mind tells you something isn’t right.
Word Count: 5.7k oops
Screech.
Brakes squealing.
Blinding light in your eyes.
You tighten your grip on the steering wheel as you brace for impact, staring at the cement wall in front of you.
You don’t know how you got turned around or why your brakes aren’t working, you don’t even know where you were going.
You do know that you won’t make it out alive.
Crash!
You feel flames envelope your car, the heat grazing against your cheek, the shock of it all causing to fade away.
“Come on, sweetheart! Come back to me,” You hear, feeling the light tap of someone’s hand against your cheek. Your eyelids flutter open, revealing a strange man cradling you in his strong arms. He’s got tears streaming down his face, smoke and ash staining his face. You gasp for air, immediately coughing up dirt and debris.
You’ve never been in so much pain, yet so calm. Relief spreads over the strangers face, using his sweaty palms to wipe away his tears. “The EMT’s are on their way, sweetheart. You’re gonna be okay.”
You furrow your eyebrows, trying to piece everything together. You try to focus on what happened earlier tonight, but the pounding headache distracts you. “W-what happened?” You ask, your voice scruff from the heat. You attempt to sit up, to move away from this strange man, but a shooting pain runs through your body, originating from your ribs. You gasp, your hand reaching to cover your body.
“Sh, sh… Just relax, I don’t want you to hurt yourself even more,” He says, covering your hand with his. You stare up at him, your eyes flickering over his strangely familiar face. You’ve seen this man before, but you don’t know when or where. You doubt you’ve even had a conversation with this man before, or you would instantly recognize him.
But you almost swear you’ve seen him lurking around your friends parties.
“We were in an accident. The EMT’s are on their way,” He explains, nodding over to where the accident occured. Your car is sitting in a pile of ashes, barely recognizable. There’s metal and tire rubber spread across the road, blocking anyone from driving.
Thankfully, it’s almost 3 in the morning, so the roads aren’t that busy.
You glance up at the man once again, trying to force yourself to remember this man. You were in the car with him?
Your thoughts are interrupted when the blare of sirens near you, signalling that help is here. “Oh, thank god,” The man mutters, scooping you closer to his chest. He lifts you with no hesitation, carrying you over to the moving ambulance. You relax against his chest, the exhaustion taking your body over. A mix of the pain and adrenaline has left you drained.
You hear the EMT and the stranger converse, but you can’t make out what they’re saying. You can feel your body fading, but you’re too weak to do anything about it. You hear the man shouting, and then you feel a foreign object covering your mouth, breathing air into your lungs. “Man, she’s out of it! Do something!”
You feel the EMT’s poking and prodding, a sharp pain in your wrist following. You know enough about first aid that you know they probably put an IV in you, to give you some pain meds, so your body doesn’t have to fight so hard. You instantly feel better, your head lolling to the side, giving you that well-needed rest.
The beeping of the machines wake you up, disturbing your sleep. You look around the room, frowning when you realize that you’re alone. You’d halfway hoped the stranger was still there, so you could thank him and ask him some more questions, like why were you in the car with him? Where were you going? Where were you coming from?
But part of you is relieved that he’s gone, so you can be alone and rest. You’re sure the hospital has taken care of informing your parents of what happened, so they’ll be on their way soon enough. You’re distracted by the sound of the hospital door opening, revealing one of your nurses. “How are you feeling, sweetie?” She asks, flashing her smile at you.
You smile nervously, sinking into your bed. The small movement causes a sharp pain in your ribs again, but it’s nothing compared to how it felt earlier. You’re sure the pain meds have something to do with that. “I feel a lot better… Just confused, I guess,” You answer, picking at your blanket. It’s a nervous habit you picked up from your brother when you were younger, one you were never able to get rid of.
“Your doctor went over everything with Chris, so I’m sure he can explain everything when he comes back in.” The nurse explains, leaning over and checking your pulse. You watch her carefully, furrowing your eyebrows. Chris? That’s the man’s name? Why doesn’t that name sound familiar?
“Ah, you’re awake!” The man exclaims, smiling at you. You ignore the nurse as she finishes your exam, your eyes dropping to the plate of food in front of you. The man had gone to the cafeteria for you?
You eye the bowl of soup in front of you, along with the grilled cheese. Beside of the grilled cheese, there’s a cookie, one that he grabbed from the vending machine. You chuckle as you open the cookie, your mouth practically watering. You hadn’t had a cookie like this in so long, they were always your favorite growing up. “I hope you like the soup, it’s the only semi-attractive thing they had down there.” The man explains, sitting in the chair beside of your bed.
You dig into the cookie, leaving the soup to cool down. “I guess I should ask you some questions,” You say, crumbs dropping down to your bedsheets. The man leans back in his chair, staring you down. It should be intimidating, there’s something that tells you that you’re safe.
“First of all, thank you for taking care of me,” You say, earning a chuckle from the man. His beard moves with his face, drawing your attention to it. You’ve never been one for facial hair, but you’ll have to admit, it’s nice.
"It’s the least I could do, sweet heart. I wasn’t hurt nearly as bad as you,” He answers. It’s the first time you’ve really paid attention to his voice and his accent. He has a Boston accent, that’s for sure. You’d almost forgotten that he was in the car with you. You certainly couldn’t tell by looking at him— he has no bruises or cuts.
“What happened to me?”
Chris’s smile fades away as he takes a deep breath, dropping his eyes to his lap. You know it had to have been traumatizing to be in a burning car and be alert through it all, but you have to know what happened. You’ve never been in a car accident before, you’ve always been a great driver. You hadn’t been drinking or smoking, you were driving responsibly. You just can’t figure out what went wrong.
“I’m not sure, honestly. We were driving fine, then all of a sudden, you lost control of the wheel. We flipped and I heard you screaming until you finally stopped. I thought… I thought you were gone,” He says, his voice fading. Your heart sinks in your chest, realizing just how lucky you are.
This man is your hero.
You would’ve died if he hadn’t pulled you out. He could’ve gotten himself out and left you there.
“Chris,” You say, sitting up straight in your bed. You reach out and touch his hand, a small smile on your face. “Thank you. For everything. If you hadn’t been there… Well, I wouldn’t be alive,” You say, expressing your gratitude. Chris smiles gently, rubbing his thumb over your bruised hand.
“But, I don’t want you to feel like you have to stay. My parents will be here soon, I’m sure. You probably have better things to worry about than some stranger,” You finish, pulling your hand away. You know he’s probably exhausted and has his own life to live.
Chris chuckles quietly, raising an eyebrow. “Wow, you must’ve really hit your head hard,” He says, reaching over and breaking off a piece of your cookie. You watch as he eats it, furrowing your eyebrows.
“What do you mean?” You ask. Chris wipes his mouth, his smile fading. “We’re not strangers, y/n. I’m your ex-boyfriend. You really don’t remember?“ He explains, his eyes searching yours.
Shit.
Your ex-boyfriend?
The last boyfriend you remember having was three years ago, the one that broke your heart so bad that you swore off dating. You don’t even remotely remember the man sitting in front of you.
Then again, you were in a horrible wreck. Even if you didn’t hit your head, the trauma and shock of it all could’ve confused you.
“I… I don’t remember you at all,” You whisper, your heart breaking. How could you not remember?
Chris clears his throat, his eyes dropping to his lap. “Then I guess I should fill you in,” He says, lifting his eyes again. “We were together for two years. We met at a friend’s party. We’ve been broken up for 6 months,” He explains. You desperately try to force yourself to remember, but nothing is jogging your memory.
“Why did we break up?”
The question seems to throw Chris off guard, as if he wasn’t expecting you to ask. He swallows a lump in his throat, guiltiness washing over his face. “I cheated on you,”
The answer knocks the air out of your lungs, throwing you off guard. Cheated?He cheated?
Despite you not remembering anything about him, you don’t take him for a cheater. He seems too… caring.
Besides, if he had cheated on you, why were you riding in the car with him 6 months after breaking up?
You take a deep breath, relaxing in your bed. “Why were we together if we’re not dating?” You ask, trying to get a clearer picture of everything. Chris eats another piece of your cookie, dusting his hands off on his pants.
“Well, we were at another party and… One thing led to another and we were on our way back to my place,” He answers, his cheeks heating up. Your cheeks heat up once you realize what was happening, your heart fluttering in your chest. You sit in silence, neither one knowing what to say after that.
Chris clears his throat again. “I know this might sound crazy, but you’re more than welcome to stay with me. The doctor said you’ve got a few broke ribs, so you’ll need help doing the basic things. It’s gonna be pretty hard for you to live on your own right now,” He offers.
You want to shut him down immediately, but you have to seriously consider his offer. With a broken rib, it’s going to be hard to shower on your own. It’ll be hard to cook, to walk up and down your stairs, to do anything on your own. But you can’t live with a stranger… That’s like one of the basic things they teach you in elementary school.
Don’t trust strangers.
Then again, you reckon he’s not really a stranger. Just because you don’t remember anything about him doesn’t mean he’s a stranger.
“Uh, are you sure? I mean, we’re not even together, I don’t want to be a burden,” You say, picking at the skin around your nails.
“I wouldn’t have offered unless I meant it,”
“And right here is where you’ll be sleeping,” Chris says, gesturing to the guest room. It’s on the first level, meaning you won’t have to climb up any stairs. The bathroom is in the room, so it’s not too far of a walk. His house is nice– much nicer than yours. The ride home was silent, neither one of you knowing what to say to each other.
You’re relieved he showed you to the guest room. You were worried he’d expect you to sleep in his room with him, since you were dating. You find him attractive, but you just can’t see yourself being comfortable with sleeping in a bed with him right now.
You lean against the doorway, already out of breath from your short walk. “Thanks again, Chris,” You say, doing your best to muster up a smile. You’re thankful for everything he’s doing for you, but you wish you remembered something, anything about him.
“Let me know if you need any help with anything… Anything at all,” Chris offers, turning to walk out of the room. You hesitate to speak up, but you open your mouth before you even know it. “Actually, can you do me a favor?”
Chris turns around, a small smile on his lips. “Sure, anything.” He says.
Your eyes flicker around the room, searching for anything to make your memory come back. “Do you have any pictures of us? Maybe if I see some pictures, it’ll help me remember you,” You say, your voice small.
Chris’s smile falls, replaced by a frown. “I wish I could, y/n, but after we broke up, I deleted everything of you. I was heartbroken.”
Your shoulders fall, along with your smile. Of course, he deleted everything of you. That’s what happens when you break up with people. You glance over your shoulder at the bed, exhaustion sweeping over your body. “I should go to sleep,” You mutter, taking small steps toward the bed. Chris follows you, reaching out a hand to place on the small of your back.
He gently helps you into bed, frowning when you whimper in pain. He fluffs your pillows and tucks you in, taking a step back. “Goodnight, y/n,” He says, his voice soft. You can tell he’s holding himself back, and you feel guilty.
This man loves you. At least, he did love you. You can tell he wants nothing more than to crawl in bed with you and hold you, or at least give you a kiss goodnight, but he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable. You appreciate the thought, even if it makes things awkward.
“Goodnight,”
“I’ll pick you up after I finish running errands,” Chris says, opening the office door for you. He’s been super helpful all morning– making sure you don’t move too fast, helping you change your outfit, helping you with anything that might be difficult with a broken rib.
You’re at the insurance office now, preparing to speak with your agent about the accident. You told him you don’t remember much, but he told you anything would help. You look up at Chris, giving him a tight-lipped smile. “Thank you,” You repeat, hating the way you sound like a broken record. You must’ve said the phrase a million times in the past 24 hours, but you truly can’t thank him enough.
Chris chuckles and shakes his head, brushing your hair away from your face. “It’s the least I can do, y/n. I promised you I’d always take care of you, no matter what.” He reminds you, your cheeks heating up. You still find it weird to think that you spent two years of your life with this man; that you loved each other.
Your agent walks in the lobby, interrupting the intimate moment. “Ms. Y/L/N, it’s nice to see you. You can follow me, it won’t take long.” He states. Chris gives you one last goodbye, before walking out the door. You slowly follow the man, sitting in the chair in front of his desk.
“First of all, I’m terribly sorry for everything that’s happened. I can’t imagine how traumatic the accident was,” He says, true sympathy laced in his voice. You pick at your nail bed, swallowing the lump in your throat. You feel guilty that you don’t have any trauma surrounding the accident, but thankful at the same time.
“What do you remember about the accident?”
You clear your throat, shifting awkwardly in your seat. You attempt to remember as far back as the hours before the accident, struggling. “I was at a friend’s party. I wasn’t drinking, I was just talking and dancing. I met up with an ex-boyfriend apparently, and we wanted to go back to my place. I don’t remember anyone being in the car but me, but Chris says he was there. I remember driving down the road and that’s all. Chris says something caused me to lose control of the wheel, and we started rolling.” You explain, a headache forming. You’ve been thinking non-stop, trying to force yourself to remember.
Your agent nods as he writes in his notebook, an eyebrow raising. “So you don’t remember anyone else being in the car?”
You shake your head, shrugging your shoulders. “I thought that was weird, but according to Google, it’s a real thing. Retrograde amnesia, I think is what it was called.” You explain.
Your agent stops writing, lifting his head. “Well, yeah, that’s a real problem, but normally it affects memories years before the injury to the brain. You remember everything up until the accident, correct?” He asks. You nod, furrowing your eyebrows.
He flips through the pages on his desk, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. “And your hospital records don’t show anything about a brain injury… Just a few broken ribs and a busted lip.”
You stare blankly ahead, trying to come up with any explanation for your memory loss. You know trauma can cause memory loss, but is that really what happened?
Your agent stares at you, his shoulders dropping. “Ms. Y/L/N, I think I want to have an officer formally investigate you. I have a daughter your age, and I hope someone would help her out if she were ever in this position,” He says.
After agreeing to speak with an officer, you recount your story, trying your best to fill in the blanks for him, but you failed. You left the office feeling defeated and confused, ready to go home. You wish you could say going home helped you, but it hurt you even more.
You walked into a home you didn’t recognize, with declarations you don’t remember picking out, and a man you don’t remember meeting. You stare absentmindedly as Chris washes the dishes left over from spaghetti night, hoping for anything to jog your memory. A tattoo… A scar…. A mole… Anything.
You’re left staring at skin you’ve never seen before, a lump forming in your throat. Normally, the image of Chris washing dishes shirtless would be something you’d drool over, but it just breaks your heart.
What would you normally do? Did he normally cook for you, or were you the one in the kitchen? Did you share the responsibility of the dishes, or did you leave them piled up in the sink, hoping for the other to clean them? Would you go up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist, pressing a kiss to his back?
Before you can think about what you’re saying, you’re speaking up, watching Chris turn around. “Did I love you?”
Once again, Chris is thrown off guard. His cheeks heat up as he dries the plate, a soft smile on his lips. “Uh, I think so. At least, you told me you did,” He says, adding a chuckle at the end.
“A lot, actually,”
You stare at the shower water running, disappointed with yourself. You’ve been in the bathroom for 20 minutes, trying to get your shirt off without hurting yourself. You don’t want to strain yourself and prolong your healing process, but you also don’t want to give in to the alternative.
The thought of Chris seeing you shirtless makes your skin crawl.
It shouldn’t, though. After all, you were together for two years; you’re positive he saw you naked.
You reach down to unbutton your jeans, slowly pulling them down to your knees. You wiggle as carefully as possible, working the jeans down to your calves. You gently pick up your foot, using it to kick the other pants leg off of your leg. You suck in a sharp breath with every movement, thanking the gods above for pain medicine.
There’s no way you’re gonna be able to wiggle out of your shirt. It was easy just throwing the shirt on this morning, but you just knowyou’ll get tangled up in your shirt when you’re trying to get it off.
You sigh, giving in. “Chris?” You call, followed by the sound of someone running down the hallway. You heard a thud on the door, causing you to flinch.
“Is everything okay?”
You giggle quietly at the panicked sound of his voice. “Uh, kinda… I need your help,” You say, blushing for what seems like the millionth time tonight. Chris stays silent, waiting patiently for you to explain what you need help with. You take a deep breath, trying to push the embarrassment down.
“I uh, I can’t get out of my shirt,” You say, only to be met with silence. You don’t hear anything for several seconds, but then, you hear what sounds like light footsteps leading away from the bathroom door. You frown, your heart sinking in your chest. You knew it was an odd request, but you didn’t think he’d just leave you hanging. You accept defeat, sighing as you stare in the mirror, preparing yourself to just suck it up and deal with the pain.
You’re pulled out of your thoughts when a voice is at the door, getting your attention. “Can I come in?”
You walk toward the door, opening it. You gasp when you open the door, following it with a fit of giggles. Chris is standing at the doorway, a makeshift blindfold over his eyes. “What is that for?” You ask, your face heating up.
Chris smiles as he blindly enters the bathroom, grabbing your hand in the process. You lead him deeper into the room, shutting the door behind you. “Well, I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable,” Chris explains, darting his tongue out to lick his lips.
You smile, your heart swelling in your chest. You lift your fingers to feel the soft fabric of the tie, furrowing your eyebrows when you get a good look. “This tie… It looks familiar!” You say, excitement laced in your voice.
You can see Chris’s face light up, even though his eyes are covered. “Really? I picked this one because you bought it for me before I met your parents.” He explains.
A light bulb goes off in your head as you gasp. “My parents! Maybe they have pictures of us together? Or maybe they could at least help me remember,” You say, watching Chris’s smile fade away. He lifts his hands, fumbling for the bottom of your shirt. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” He says.
You frown, allowing him to slip the shirt over your head. The movement hurts your ribs, but it doesn’t hurt as much as it would’ve if you had done it alone. “Your parents didn’t like me. They uh, they didn’t trust me… They told you the night we met that they didn’t approve, that they thought I was up to something,” He mutters. Your heart breaks for Chris, knowing exactly how your parents are. They’ve always had strong opinions about the people you’ve been with.
You stand there as your shirt falls to the ground. Several silent moments pass, so you clear your throat to fill the silence. “I might need some help in the shower,” You say, your voice quiet. If you can’t lift your shirt over your head, how are you going to wash your own hair?
You watch Chris swallow a lump in his throat as his cheeks heat up again. “Uh, yeah, of course,” He says, standing there awkwardly. You giggle as you start your water, letting it heat up. Once you feel it’s hot enough, you carefully step in. “Okay, you can get in,” You say, nervously.
Chris takes a deep breath, his eyes still covered by the blindfolds. He reaches up to his tie, carefully undoing it. You keep your eyes on his hands, feeling your heart speed up. You know you’ve seen it all before— but you don’t remember it. Maybe seeing his body will jog something in your brain.
Silence fills the room as he throws his tie down, reaching for the buttons. He carefully undos them, peeling his shirt off of his back. Your eyes rake over the multiple tattoos, drinking the image in. You don’t see any you recognize, causing your heart to sink once again.
“I can feel you staring at me,”
Chris’s voice brings you back to reality, causing you to clear your throat. “You wish,” You mutter, not wanting to admit it. You turn so your back is to the water, letting the water soak your hair. You try your best to ignore Chris as you see him take his pants off in the corner of your eye, but it’s harder than you thought it would be. You want to look, but it’s not right.
Chris steps into the shower, taking a deep breath. “Just tell me what to do, and when to do it.”
You nod, only to remember he can’t see you. So, you answer him by handing him your shampoo bottle. “Here, hold out your hands.”
He follows your instructions, waiting for you to squirt the liquid onto his hands. Once you feel like you have enough, he rubs his hands together, lathering it up. You turn your back to him, closing your eyes. Chris tangles his fingers in your hair, massaging and rubbing the liquid in your hair. You hum quietly, feeling your body relax.
“Did we have fun together?”
Chris laughs behind you as he rinses your hair, careful to not let any get in your eyes and ears. “Oh, yeah. Tons of fun.” He says. You smile, reaching for the conditioner bottle. “Doing what?”
Chris blows a raspberry as he thinks, eventually shrugging his shoulders. “Everything. We had fun even when we were just laying in bed together. When we would cook together, drink together, anything,”
“How are you feeling?“ Chris asks, making his way downstairs. His fingers are working on his tie, tightening the knot. You’re sitting on the couch, flipping through the channels of the tv.
“Better. I can finally sneeze without crying,” You say, earning a chuckle from Chris. You’ve been at his house for two weeks, meaning it’s been two weeks since the wreck. Chris has been amazing;answering any questions you might have, making sure you’re taking your medicine, and helping you with daily tasks.
“Heard anything from the insurance company?” He asks, leaning against the doorframe. You shake your head, guilt settling in. You hadn’t told Chris that the insurance company was looking into the accident, and you’re not sure why. It’s not like it’s a bad thing, but you feel uneasy about the whole thing.
Chris sighs, grabbing his keys from off of the hook in the hallway. “Alright, I’ll be back in a couple of hours,” He says, making his way over to you. Without hesitation, he leans over, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
You tense up, staring up at him. Chris blushes, stuttering. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to. It was just our thing before… Before we broke up. It just felt natural, I shouldn’t have done that.” He explains, panic in his eyes.
You giggle quietly, blushing. “It’s okay… I know this has been hard on you too,” You say. Chris’s nervousness seems to fade, his shoulders dropping. Even though you don’t remember him, part of it felt natural to you too. As much as you hate to admit it, you can feel yourself falling for him— all over again.
Chris awkwardly walks out the door, leaving you alone in the house.
Your eyes are glued to the tv for what seems like forever, until you hear a knock at the door. You groan, leaning your head back against the couch cushion. You hatecompany.
“Police; open up!”
Your eyes shoot up, your head coming up off the back of the couch. Police? What are the police doing here? Panic runs through your body, the adrenaline sending you flying over to the door. You swing open the door, your chest heaving. There are five policemen standing in front of your door, their hands resting on the guns on their hips.
“Ma’am, I need you to come with us,” One of them says, carefully and slowly.
“W-why? What’s going on?” You ask. One of the cops pushes you side gently, walking into the home. “Are you y/n y/l/n?”
You nod, your voice seemingly stuck in your throat.
“We were assigned to your case. We suspect the man you’ve been living with tampered with your breaks the night of the accident,” He explains, your heart sinking into your stomach.
This can’t be right, it can’t be true. Chris? Why would your ex-boyfriend intentionally cause your accident?
“That can’t be true, Chris is a great guy; he’s my ex-boyfriend!” You argue, disbelief laced in your voice.
The cop pulls a picture out of his wallet, holding it up in front of you. “This is you, with your parents, and your realboyfriend,” He explains, passing you the picture. You examine it, tears streaming down your cheeks.
“Mr. Evans began micro-dosing you with Midazolam, which is a drug that causes retrograde amnesia. It was a small enough amount to cause you to forget your boyfriend, but not your parents. You’d only been with your boyfriend for three months, so it was easier to erase him from your memory,”
You block everything out, memories flooding through your brain. You had gone to the party with your boyfriend that night. You suddenly remember everything, all the way back to the first time you met him. He was kind, he was generous, he was funny…
“Is Tyler okay?” You ask, your head snapping up. The cops sympathetically frown at you, shaking their heads. “If you come with us, we’ll tell you everything,”
You stare straight ahead, locking eyes with the man you thought you knew. The man you thought you were falling for.
The man you thought had saved your life.
It’s been 6 months since the police escorted you out of his home, 6 months since you returned to your normal life. 6 months since you found out Chris murdered your ex-boyfriend, causing your parents to think you suffered the same fate.
6 months since you were told Chris had been stalking you for years, lurking in the background of your friends’ parties, hiding behind the trees of the parks you ran in, doing anything he could to get close to you.
The judge bangs her gavel, causing you to jump. “Ms. Y/L/N, are you listening?”
You gulp, looking over at her. “I’m sorry, can you repeat the question?” You ask, watching the disappointment on her face. Even after knowing what you know about Chris, it’s going to be hard to put him away for life. You know he’s a bad man, but he helped you so much. How could a murderer be so gentle with someone? You remember him in the shower with you, delicate touches as he helped you wash your hair.
He never made a bad comment or tried to touch you. He made you feel so safe.
You remember mornings in the kitchen with him, before he went back to work. He’d flip the pancakes, dropping them on the floor. You’d giggle and shake your head as you pulled out a box of cereal instead. You remember late nights on the couch, when you’d accidentally snuggle up to him as you fell asleep. He’d wrap you in his arms, pressing a kiss to your head. He thought you were asleep, but you felt each kiss.
“In your time together, did Mr. Evans ever attempt to harm you?”
Chris stares straight ahead at you, his eyes locked onto yours. You shake your head, a tear falling down your face. “No, quite the opposite,” You say, a dry chuckle falling from your lips.
“Can you elaborate?”
“Chris was great. He was always very gentle and kind, I never had any suspicions that he was a bad man.” You say, watching Chris’s eyes fall to his lap, as if he’s hurt that you called him a bad man.
You see your lawyer shaking his head, disappointed that you didn’t stick to the script. The judge sighs, banging her gavel once again. “Alright. That’s all for today. Court dismissed. The sentencing is scheduled for Friday morning at 10 am,”
You watch everyone get out of their seats, including Chris. His hands are handcuffed behind his back, making him look more dangerous than you believe him to be. Your parents run up to you, helping you off the stand. “Let’s go home, honey. You need to rest,”
You sit on the couch, a bowl of cereal in your hands as you watch the live stream of the sentencing. Your parents are there, but you couldn’t bear to be. You made up some lie about your ribs hurting extra today, but you really couldn’t bear to see Chris be sentenced to life in prison.
You feel guilty, even though you shouldn’t. This man murdered your boyfriend, he messed with your breaks. He tricked you into believing that you had been with him for years.
The head of the jury stands up, his eyes locked onto the paper in front of him. “We, the jury, have found the defendant, Chris Evans, guilty of first degree murder,” He says, knocking the breath out of your lungs. The camera pans to Chris, who can’t even bear to look up.
“We, the jury, have found the defendant, Chris Evans, guilty of tampering with a vehicle,”
“We, the jury, have found the defendant, Chris Evans, guilty of kidnapping,”
The charges keep rolling in, shocking you with every one. The camera pans back to the judge, silencing the crowd. “I am hereby sentencing Mr. Evans to life in prison, with no parole. Court is adjourned,”
The bowl falls into your lap, your hands flying up to your mouth, the bile creeping up your throat.
You did the right thing, so why do you feel so horrible?
Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only Warnings: Non-con, kidnapping, explicit sexual content, dubious consent, loss of virginity, pregnancy, violence, references to cannabalism, references to prostitution. child birth, loss. Relationships: Curtis Everett/Reader Characters: Curtis Everett, Reader
Summary: The story assumes you’ve seen the movie. Curtis kept his arm and survived the crash as did other passengers from the front and tail. The reader is a worker in the greenhouse car and her luck goes from bad to worse when she tries to help other passengers, only to be captured by a gang of young, pillaging tail section men. When they take her to the man they consider their leader, did her situation get better - or much worse?
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It wasn’t long after Tanya had been born that they learned Kat was pregnant. The father was Leo who’d betrayed your group and died in that final battle. Assuring her that you and Curtis would be just fine, you suggested Kat move in with Rachel and David. The couple treated her as if she was one of their own anyway and always had.
But there was little news over the winter of how that pregnancy progressed.
It was a lean winter. Curtis, Park, Grey, and Harvey led the able-bodied men out each day to hunt to keep everyone fed. In the evenings, Park worked on a greenhouse with Yona and Jacob’s help. You asked often when it would be ready.
“Soon,” Curtis always said. Then he’d distract you for hours in your bed at night.
So you kept the house and cared for your daughter. You made plans for planting just in case conditions were favorable.
You enjoyed the luxury of having a home with Curtis, of being able to make love with him at night. He also got up with you at night to take care of Tanya, to bring her to you to nurse. As worried as he’d been about being a father, the role suited him. There were times when, if he didn’t have to put your daughter down to do something, he wouldn’t. The baby seemed to light up his entire world. And you both loved Timmy too who called her his baby sister.
By the end of March, according to the calendars you, David and Rachel made while you were still pregnant, you noticed that it was warmer than usual. The snow was slowly melting to reveal dead brown grass a couple of weeks ago. When you wrapped up little Tanya and ventured just outside your house, you immediately spotted a small patch of new green grass and your heart quickened.
Just maybe the seasons were getting back into their rhythm.
oh god i’m such a wreck of emotions right now, I truly don’t think i’m ready for this to end. I’m in love with this little world you have created for them.
I can’t wait to see how tanya’s little personality will develop and her reaction to another baby AND THE WEDDINGGGGG i’m so excited i’m so excited i’m so excited
Thank you The end is going to be involved because we’ll have Tanya, the gardens, and the wedding. The wedding has to be special.
Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only Warnings: Non-con, kidnapping, explicit sexual content, dubious consent, loss of virginity, pregnancy, violence, references to cannabalism, references to prostitution. child birth, loss. Relationships: Curtis Everett/Reader Characters: Curtis Everett, Reader
Summary: The story assumes you’ve seen the movie. Curtis kept his arm and survived the crash as did other passengers from the front and tail. The reader is a worker in the greenhouse car and her luck goes from bad to worse when she tries to help other passengers, only to be captured by a gang of young, pillaging tail section men. When they take her to the man they consider their leader, did her situation get better - or much worse?
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It wasn’t long after Tanya had been born that they learned Kat was pregnant. The father was Leo who’d betrayed your group and died in that final battle. Assuring her that you and Curtis would be just fine, you suggested Kat move in with Rachel and David. The couple treated her as if she was one of their own anyway and always had.
But there was little news over the winter of how that pregnancy progressed.
It was a lean winter. Curtis, Park, Grey, and Harvey led the able-bodied men out each day to hunt to keep everyone fed. In the evenings, Park worked on a greenhouse with Yona and Jacob’s help. You asked often when it would be ready.
“Soon,” Curtis always said. Then he’d distract you for hours in your bed at night.
So you kept the house and cared for your daughter. You made plans for planting just in case conditions were favorable.
You enjoyed the luxury of having a home with Curtis, of being able to make love with him at night. He also got up with you at night to take care of Tanya, to bring her to you to nurse. As worried as he’d been about being a father, the role suited him. There were times when, if he didn’t have to put your daughter down to do something, he wouldn’t. The baby seemed to light up his entire world. And you both loved Timmy too who called her his baby sister.
By the end of March, according to the calendars you, David and Rachel made while you were still pregnant, you noticed that it was warmer than usual. The snow was slowly melting to reveal dead brown grass a couple of weeks ago. When you wrapped up little Tanya and ventured just outside your house, you immediately spotted a small patch of new green grass and your heart quickened.
Just maybe the seasons were getting back into their rhythm.
Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only Warnings: Non-con, kidnapping, explicit sexual content, dubious consent, loss of virginity, pregnancy, violence, references to cannabalism, references to prostitution. child birth, loss. Relationships: Curtis Everett/Reader Characters: Curtis Everett, Reader
Summary: The story assumes you’ve seen the movie. Curtis kept his arm and survived the crash as did other passengers from the front and tail. The reader is a worker in the greenhouse car and her luck goes from bad to worse when she tries to help other passengers, only to be captured by a gang of young, pillaging tail section men. When they take her to the man they consider their leader, did her situation get better - or much worse?
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It wasn’t long after Tanya had been born that they learned Kat was pregnant. The father was Leo who’d betrayed your group and died in that final battle. Assuring her that you and Curtis would be just fine, you suggested Kat move in with Rachel and David. The couple treated her as if she was one of their own anyway and always had.
But there was little news over the winter of how that pregnancy progressed.
It was a lean winter. Curtis, Park, Grey, and Harvey led the able-bodied men out each day to hunt to keep everyone fed. In the evenings, Park worked on a greenhouse with Yona and Jacob’s help. You asked often when it would be ready.
“Soon,” Curtis always said. Then he’d distract you for hours in your bed at night.
So you kept the house and cared for your daughter. You made plans for planting just in case conditions were favorable.
You enjoyed the luxury of having a home with Curtis, of being able to make love with him at night. He also got up with you at night to take care of Tanya, to bring her to you to nurse. As worried as he’d been about being a father, the role suited him. There were times when, if he didn’t have to put your daughter down to do something, he wouldn’t. The baby seemed to light up his entire world. And you both loved Timmy too who called her his baby sister.
By the end of March, according to the calendars you, David and Rachel made while you were still pregnant, you noticed that it was warmer than usual. The snow was slowly melting to reveal dead brown grass a couple of weeks ago. When you wrapped up little Tanya and ventured just outside your house, you immediately spotted a small patch of new green grass and your heart quickened.
Just maybe the seasons were getting back into their rhythm.
They have their little community my heart broke for Kat, but then with grace and grey such a lovely moment for the two of them! And those tags, only one more? I’m not ready for it to end ❤️
Thank you so much for reading. We’re almost at the end. I’ll try to make the ending a nice long chapter. A happy one. They deserve that.
Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only Warnings: Non-con, kidnapping, explicit sexual content, dubious consent, loss of virginity, pregnancy, violence, references to cannabalism, references to prostitution. child birth, loss. Relationships: Curtis Everett/Reader Characters: Curtis Everett, Reader
Summary: The story assumes you’ve seen the movie. Curtis kept his arm and survived the crash as did other passengers from the front and tail. The reader is a worker in the greenhouse car and her luck goes from bad to worse when she tries to help other passengers, only to be captured by a gang of young, pillaging tail section men. When they take her to the man they consider their leader, did her situation get better - or much worse?
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It wasn’t long after Tanya had been born that they learned Kat was pregnant. The father was Leo who’d betrayed your group and died in that final battle. Assuring her that you and Curtis would be just fine, you suggested Kat move in with Rachel and David. The couple treated her as if she was one of their own anyway and always had.
But there was little news over the winter of how that pregnancy progressed.
It was a lean winter. Curtis, Park, Grey, and Harvey led the able-bodied men out each day to hunt to keep everyone fed. In the evenings, Park worked on a greenhouse with Yona and Jacob’s help. You asked often when it would be ready.
“Soon,” Curtis always said. Then he’d distract you for hours in your bed at night.
So you kept the house and cared for your daughter. You made plans for planting just in case conditions were favorable.
You enjoyed the luxury of having a home with Curtis, of being able to make love with him at night. He also got up with you at night to take care of Tanya, to bring her to you to nurse. As worried as he’d been about being a father, the role suited him. There were times when, if he didn’t have to put your daughter down to do something, he wouldn’t. The baby seemed to light up his entire world. And you both loved Timmy too who called her his baby sister.
By the end of March, according to the calendars you, David and Rachel made while you were still pregnant, you noticed that it was warmer than usual. The snow was slowly melting to reveal dead brown grass a couple of weeks ago. When you wrapped up little Tanya and ventured just outside your house, you immediately spotted a small patch of new green grass and your heart quickened.
Just maybe the seasons were getting back into their rhythm.
When you heard your name called, you glanced up to see Grace walking along the road. Waving to your friend, you motioned her over. Her gaze was immediately riveted to your daughter.
“She’s the spitting image of Curtis,” she said with a smile.
You nodded. That was true. “She’s crawling now,” you explained. “Before long, she’ll be climbing too. If she really is like her father, I’m in trouble.”
Sharing a laugh with you, she nodded.
“We’ll have another one soon,” you said, meaning Kat.
But there was a note of sadness on her face. “I heard.”
What else could you say? Saying you were happy for her sounded wrong because Leo had betrayed the lot of you, and he was dead now. Saying anything negative didn’t feel right either. And anyone speaking out against Kat would have to deal with Rachel and David.
It sounded like Grace was very happy with Grey and you knew just how happy Curtis was to have him back. When she asked if you wanted to bring Tanya to have lunch one day, you were delighted to accept.
You chatted until Tanya got fussy. Carrying her back into the house, you made a mental note to go visit Rachel soon and see how things were going for Kat.
One day in April, David was at your door. You were happy to see him, but you knew him well enough to know something was wrong from the look on his face. When you motioned him in, David stopped just inside the door, wringing his hands.
“David, is everything alright?” you had to ask.
“Rachel sent me. She needs your help,” she said. “Kat’s gone into labor.”
And she was alone. You nodded. “I can take Tanya to Yona and Jacob.”
They’d offered before.
It brought a small measure of relief to your friend’s face. “Thank you. Just come over as soon as you can. We really appreciate it.”
Thinking maybe you could learn from Rachel what to do in childbirth, you left a note for Curtis. You fed Tanya and delivered her to Yona and Jacob who were more than happy to help out.
You noticed the rest of the snow was gone as you walked to Rachel’s house. There was more green gas. A couple of small clover. It was a small bit of hope.
When you arrived at Rachel’s house, the scene was grim. You felt it the moment David let you in. He showed you to the bedroom where Rachel looked to have everything ready.
Kat looked so small in the center of that bed, weak with dark circles beneath her eyes. Her middle was huge with the baby, but the rest of her looked withered away. Had Kat just not taken care of herself? You knew from experience how persuasive Rachel was in getting someone to eat when she felt they needed it.
The anxiety in Rachel’s face had you trying to steel yourself. Taking a seat next to Kat, you took her hand in yours.
“It’s time, huh?” you asked, hoping to make her smile.
Kat did, giving your hand a small squeeze. “It’s time. It seems like it took forever. And it seems like it went by so fast.”
“How are you feeling?”
“I’m tired,” she admitted. “I’m so tired. I’m just so ready for my baby to be here.”
At the look of pleading on Rachel’s face, you nodded. “I understand that. Rachel’s going to take such good care of you. And I’m here to help.”
“Thank you,” Kat told you. “She didn’t want to trouble you since you have a baby of your own. But Yona is so young and Grace?”
What about Grace?
“It just didn’t seem right to ask her,” she whispered.
You shook her head. You didn’t understand.
“When they took us on the train,” Kat explained, “they made us work. A lot. Funny thing is, I never got pregnant before. Not even with all the…”
It was uncomfortable the way she trailed off there. You knew she was referring to being forced into prostitution back on the train.
“Grace got knocked up after only a few weeks when they took her,” Kat explained. “Unexpected pregnancies weren’t allowed where we were concerned so…”
The way she said that filled you with dread. You really hoped she didn’t mean what you thought she meant.
“Did they make her get rid of it?” you asked quietly.
Kat’s expression sobered. “They did more than that. They made sure it wouldn’t happen again.”
Your heart sank considering those words. Grace couldn’t have children because of what they’d done? That was cruel. No wonder she’d reacted as she had when you told her Kat was expecting.
“At least she has someone,” Kat managed before a contraction gripped her.
Like Kat, you were very grateful Grace had Grey. But Kat was alone with just you and Rachel.
“Looks like we’ve moving along,” Rachel said, trying to pull off a cheerful demeanor but not quite hitting that note.
Putting on a brave face, you helped Rachel and did whatever she asked. You ended up staying by Kat’s side through what ended up being a long, horrible labor. Unless you just happened to have a higher threshold for pain – you doubted it – something was wrong. Kat was in horrible pain and so weak.
Curtis walked in not long after the sun went down, his gaze meeting yours. “Go feed Tanya,” he told you. “I’ll take over.”
Well, you did need to feed your daughter. But you didn’t intend to leave Kat for long. “I’ll be back,” you told them both meaningfully.
When you made it back to Rachel’s house, you found Rachel crying on the couch in the living room, holding a baby in her arms while Curtis and David talked quietly. Park came up into the house behind you.
“What happened?” you asked even though you were pretty sure you knew the answer to that.
“We lost her,” Rachel managed tearfully. “Now we have to decide to do with this little boy.”
Your heart broke in your chest. The boy had just arrived in the world and both his parents were gone.
When everyone’s gaze went to you, you sank down on the couch next to Rachel.
“We can take him,” Curtis said with no hesitancy. “He’ll need to eat and she’s the only one who can feed him.”
You were still nursing. It was true. But when Grey walked in after Park, his dark eyes taking in the scene, you had an idea.
“I’m glad to feed him,” you told them. “I’ll do whatever I can to help. But maybe we should ask someone else if they’d like to give him a home.”
The sheer intensity on Grey’s face as his gaze found that newborn baby made you think you were on the right track. Curtis followed the line of your gaze.
“I’m just saying,” you said carefully, “What if Grace and Grey wanted to…?”
Grey’s gaze darted to you, and he nodded. Encouraged by that you went on.
“We could make it work. We have plenty of room. Grace and Grey could move in with us for a time,” you said slowly. “I’d be able to feed him until he’s ready for solid food. And I could use the help with Tanya because we just might be able to plant some gardens in the next few weeks.”
“Go get Grace,” Curtis told Grey.
And he was off. Rachel handed the small boy to you, getting you settled there to feed him. He was beautiful and eager to nurse, almost asleep when Grace came back with Grey. Her eyes scanned the room. Tears gathered in her eyes.
“Kat?”
Rachel shook her head, still blinking back tears of her own.
Grey urged her to sit next to you, her eyes never leaving the baby you held. Curtis moved closer.
“The boy will need parents,” Curtis said carefully. “We were thinking maybe you and Grey would want to raise him.”
The loving gaze that passed between the couple before her gaze returned to the child you held made you sigh.
“We can help each other,” you told her as the baby nursed, his eyelids getting heavier. “It looks like we might actually get a spring and there are gardens to be planted. I’m going to need as much time to do that as I can get. So I can feed him if you’d be willing to help me with Tanya.”
The hope in her eyes had emotion threatening to break you. In a good way.
“You could live with us until he’s ready,” you explained. “By the time the harvest is all done, he’ll be weaned. You can go home… A family.”
“Grey,” she pleaded. “Can we?”
His gaze didn’t leave the child. He nodded.
Swiping at her tears with her fingers, she just nodded. “We’d love that. We’d be glad to raise him and help… Are you sure?”
“Wouldn’t have asked if we weren’t,” Curtis muttered. But his blue eyes were on you, with so much emotion.
When the little boy was asleep, you handed him to Grace and situated yourself, showing her how to hold him. His new parents gazed at him like he was the most value thing that ever existed in the world. You just let the tears come. You were happy for them
“He’ll need a name,” you told them, smiling.
They communicated so well even though Grey couldn’t speak. The love there so strong it almost felt like an intrusion to be there in that moment.
“Elijah,” she whispered.
Grey leaned forward to brush a kiss on the baby’s head.
“That’s perfect,” Curtis whispered.
When Park pulled out a handkerchief and blew his nose loudly, you had to laugh with Curtis and David. The huge man who made your lives better with every breath he took was crying every bit as much as you were. Shaking his head at all of you, he clapped a hand on Grey’s shoulder.
“Let’s go get some things for you two and get them to Curtis’s house, okay?” To Curtis he said, “Then I’ll help you with…”
None of you needed a reminder that there would also be a funeral in the next couple of days.
Layers of tears that night. Curtis led you home where Yona, Timmy, and Jacob were already waiting with your daughter. With Grace and Grey, you all talked about everything. You planned Kat’s funeral and you talked about the new family.
“I’m an uncle,” Jacob announced at one point, smiling at his sister. “And it’s a good thing. Who would’ve thought I’d ever be able to say that?”
Grace was glowing. There was no other word for it. Grey never left her side. Timmy was happy there would be another boy around. After a while, he fell asleep by the fire. Curtis picked him up and put him to bed.
Finally, it was late into the night. Yona and Jacob went home, and you got your guests settled. The timing worked out so that you fed your daughter and little Elijah before finally climbing into bed with Curtis.
The first thing he did was hand you a cup of water. You shook your head. “I’ll have to pee all night.”
“If you do this,” he warned, “you’ll need to eat more. Drink a lotof water.”
You knew, nodded. “You don’t like the weight I lost after the birth.”
Oh, the side-eye that earned you. He wasn’t denying it.
“You know what I’m saying,” he told you, making you look him in the eye.
“I will, Curtis. I promise.”
His lips claimed yours, his kiss nearly wiping your mind clear of such an emotion-filled day. His lips danced against yours, the softness of his beard against your face. Hot kisses chained down your neck as your heart raced and he rolled you under him. His hands yanked up the hem of the nightgown you wore, hauling it up your body with an impatience that you hadn’t had from him in a while.
Curtis mostly left your breasts alone these days when you were intimate. They had quite a bit of his attention many other times. Tonight? You held still for him as his hands slid up to carefully cover them, massage them.
Your eyes slid closed. Damn, you’d missed that.
His lips were the softest press on one of them. More tender kisses traced along the curve of it, and you just sighed in delight. He was infinitely careful, moving closer to the center. The wet warmth of his lips felt good when they closed around your nipple. Soft lashes of his tongue felt even better, had you moving restlessly under him.
“This okay?” he whispered around that tight little peak.
You hummed in contentment, sliding your fingers through his hair. You had no complaints. Months of nursing toughened up your nipples. You could handle it. You wantedit.
Wrapping your thighs around his, you moved with him, needing friction as he lovingly teased your breasts. He felt wonderful pressing into your tummy, grinding into you with an eagerness he hadn’t used in a while.
When his lips found the other breast, you squezed him. You loved his weight, his heat. You rolled your hips beneath him, wanting to get to the part where he filled you.
Curtis had other ideas. The careful pull at your nipple had you gasping. And you felt it down where you were empty and aching. Normally, Curtis was quick to move away as if drinking from you as he lightly did now was taboo. But he stayed there, gentling tugging at that nipple.
It was a whole other experience when he did it. You were grinding up into him rhythmically. Currents of lust coursed through you as your fingers clutched his hair. You were trying but not really succeeding at being quiet.
Lifting his head, he smirked at you. His blue eyes were lit up with unholy fire. “Someone’s eager.”
You pushed his head down and he let you. He grabbed your panties, sliding them down as he went. Curtis dropped heated kisses down your tummy, over your thighs. When he laced more kisses up the insides of your thighs, layered with light nips of his teeth, you swore the room spun. When you felt his breath pelting that aching space, your heart raced.
Hooking one of your knees over his shoulder, Curtis dove in and made you fight to be quiet. Your hands clutched at his hair, his shoulders. You twisted on the bed in the best torment as he teased your clit with his tongue, teasing your pussy relentlessly until you came raw and fast.
You were left wrung out and panting on the bed. Curtis rose above you, stripping off the pants that were the only thing he was wearing. Taking himself in hand, he didn’t give you time to recover. Roughly, he rolled you onto your stomach, hauling your hips up off the bed. Before you could even think of moving, his hand covered your head and held you there.
Curtis felt so good pushing his way into you from behind. With haste, he split you open, and he wasn’t delicate about it. He slid home inside you, grinding there for a moment. With one hand gripping your hip to pull you back onto his cock and the other clutching your shoulder, he started fucking you in a way he hadn’t wince your first weeks together.
You loved it. You loved the way he manhandled you. The way he needed you. His strokes were firm and gaining speed, his hips hitting your ass hard with each circuit. Your hands dug into the bedding beneath you. All you could really do was hang on, begging him for more.
“You’re so wet,” he taunted you. “Your greedy little pussy was just waiting for this, wasn’t it?”
“Yes,” you sobbed. It was true. You cried out, you couldn’t help it, as he worked you. It wasn’t long before release was chasing you down. Your nipples were aching points, your thigh muscles clenching as you braced for release.
“I want you to come,” his whisper was heated. “Now.”
Within seconds, you shattered. You were struggling to breathe, the edges of your vision dark with flashing lights. You were aware Curtis was still moving inside you, barely slowing down as he chased his own end.
Now both of his hands held your hips in an iron grip, pulling your back on his cock with a fury. The breath left your lungs with each thrust, your nerve endings a riot of tingles as he pushed you back towards that wave he was riding. You didn’t think your body could manage it, but it really hadn’t been yours to control since you met him.
You went over the edge with him in seconds, Curtis’s raw shout behind you making you happy as he pulled free of you and came over your ass with heated wet ropes. You collapsed face down on the bed, your heart slamming in your chest. Every inch of you was quivering and blissed out.
Curtis used his pants to clean you off, stretching out next to you on the bed. You loved his breath in your hair, the warm strength of him pulling you back onto your side, in to be his little spoon. Pulling the covers over you both, Curtis snuggled into you.
You settled there in his arms, just enjoying the moment with him. It wasn’t lost on you how close you came so many times to never making it to this moment. You were grateful for the life you had with him. You always would be.
“Curtis?” you whispered.
“Hmmm?”
“Who’s Elijah?” you asked. You knew he must have been someone special.
Curtis pressed a kiss into your hair. “He was Grey’s father.”
“Really?”
“Grey was very little when we boarded the train. His mother and sister never made it.” Curtis carefully tightened his hold on you. “He was a good man. He died from an infection before Grey was ten years old.”
So many people lost. Grey’s family. Your family. Timmy’s mother. Yona’s father. Kat…
“I’m proud of you,” he whispered.
You shook your head. “Why? It was the right thing to do.”
“Yeah, it was,” he replied. “You made Grace and Grey very happy tonight. It meant a lot more that you made that choice when you were in the position to choose otherwise.”
You blew out an exhale. “He’s a beautiful baby. But Grace can’t have children of her own now… It might be the only chance she’ll have.”
“You’re also feeding him,” Curtis pointed out.
“If you were in my shoes, you’d do the same thing without question.” You had no doubt in your mind.
“Is this your way of telling me you don’t want more children?” His tone was teasing.
You smiled. “You know, considering that everything that happened when I carried Tanya? I’m not afraid to have more children. I think I’d like for her to have a brother or sister one day.”
Curtis got quiet. What was he thinking?
Turning in his arms, you gazed up into his face. You recognized that determined look on his face.
“What? You don’t want more children?”
“Oh, I do.” Curtis pressed a kiss to your cheek. “But you agreed to marry me, and I want to do that first.”
That had you grinning. The thought of having him be your husband did it every time.
“When?” His blue-eyed gaze locked with yours. He wasn’t in any way teasing now.
“I was thinking about that,” you told him. “I know with all we’ve been through you’d think I’d want to do it as soon as possible but… “
One dark brow rose. “But?”
“You’ve seen the land outside,” you told him. “The snow is gone. There’s green grass. It looks like we’ll be able to do that planting we’ve always talked about. Park and I are going to fill up that greenhouse too so if the plant doesn’t go well, we won’t be empty-handed.”
Tracing a finger over Curtis’s cheek, you smiled. “I was thinking I’d like to get married to celebrate the harvest,” you explained. “I know it will be a busy time because we’ll need to start canning and storing everything we’re lucky enough to grow. But…”
Slowly his mouth curved up into a smile. His eyes slid closed. “That is a good thought.”
“But?” You knew that tone.
“Back on the train, we learned fast not to hesitate because you might not get a second chance,” Curtis told you slowly. “Part of me is afraid to wait that long. Guess I just need to start thinking differently, don’t I?”
Leaning forward, you kissed his lips. “I will marry you. And it’s only a few months from now if you think about it.”
When his gaze was back on you, shadows of old pain were behind his eyes. “We’re off the train but life goes on. Things still happen. We lost Kat today.”
He was right. Your heart sank to think about the other young woman. She wouldn’t get to see her son grow. Your heart squeezed in your chest as you considered Curtis’s words.
“Let’s compromise then,” you said.
That had his interest. “Compromise?”
“We’ll be able to start planting soon,” you told him. “We’ll get married to celebrate the planting.”
It earned you that smile. Curtis squeezed you on that note, letting you feel the length of him at your thigh with renewed interest.
“I like that,” he told you, teasing the soft skin under your ear with his lips. “I like planting seeds.”
It took you a minute to get the innuendo. You grinned, but he kissed you senseless before you could say another thing.
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