Dear Future Husband by Dannielle Alexander (top 10 inspirational books txt) 📕

with my face again. Seconds later, Brandon and some officers came bursting into the room. I was scared and tired, I didn’t want to be here anymore, I didn’t want to see him anymore, I wanted to go far away where no one know or recognize me. The last thing I remembered seeing was the officers placing handcuffs on Lucas and taking him out of the room, and then I completely blacked out.

I woke up days later in the hospital; I felt someone’s hand holding mine as my eyes fluttered open. I followed the hand to the person’s face, when I noticed that it was Brandon. I sat up on the bed feeling pain run through my body, instantly the memories of Lucas hitting flew back into my mind. My eyes welled up with water but I held it back. Brandon opened his eyes and was looking at me, “you’re awake,” he asked still not moving his hand from mine, “Nurse,” he called and a woman with brown, curly hair and blue eyes with the most elegant skin I’ve ever seen came into the room. “You’re awake,” she asked moving toward me to check my vitals and make sure that I was okay. “How long have I been out?” I asked. “It’s been two weeks and a few days,” I heard Brandon say; I was shocked/sad because I didn’t know I had been gone for so long. “Brandon may I speak to you outside please,” the nurse asked him. He walked behind her outside the door, I watched as they spoke not, but I wasn’t able to hear what they were saying. Brandon came back into the room seconds later taking his seat on the chair beside the bed. “How are you feeling?” he asked, searching my face for any signs of pain. “Like shit,” I told him seriously. He just laughed and pretended to cough when I gave him a death glare. “I’m so sorry,” he told me, taking my hand in his and placing a soft kiss on it he looked me in the eyes, we sat there just looking at eachtother for some time, an awkward silence filled the room until he broke it. “I have some good news and some maybe not so good news for you,” he began, “which would you like to hear first?” I wasn’t prepared for bad news right now but I had to know what he was going to say, “The good news.” “The good news is that you get to go home today,” he stated, I was happy for that but I was worried now that I was going to know what the bad news was, “and the not so good news is that you’re…..” “I’m what?” I asked hoping it’s not what I thought it was. “You’re pregnant,” he finished, I was crying again; I really didn’t want to hear that I didn’t want to be pregnant for someone like that. He sat on the bed beside me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder allowing me to cry on his shoulder.

Living with Brandon Part 1

 Amelia POV

 

I was release from the hospital, still feeling on edge because of the tragic news I received but I’ve made up my mind that I’m not going to get rid of my baby, I’m going to have this baby and love him/she with all I have within me. Of course it’s going to hurt with the memories of Lucas that will keep coming back every time I look into the babies eyes, but I can’t take an innocent child’s life because of the choices I made and my baby’s father.

Brandon signed for me to leave the hospital and we entered his car a few minutes later, we sat in his car for a long time because the resort was practically on the other side of the town. “Where are we going?” I asked Brandon, after I noticed that we were not headed in the direction of the resort. “Where going to my place,” he answered not taking his eyes off the road. “Why?” I didn’t want to go to his place; I just met him he could be some kind of serial killer or abductor of pregnant women. “I don’t abduct pregnant women and I’m not a serial killer,” he said turning his head to glance at me before looking at the road again. “I said that out loud, I’m so sorry, it’s just that I just met you like a week ago and now you want me to go to your house for what reasons I don’t know” I told him. “It’s because I don’t want you to ever run in to your ex-husband EVER!”  He reassured me. “First of all I’m technically still married to that thing and I’m not going to keep my baby away from her father no matter what he did to me,” I wanted him to understand that he was not going to keep me locked up in his house forever. “I know that he is the baby’s father but I don’t want to see you get hurt anymore, I won’t sit back and watch some guy take advantage of you, you’re the first person who actually cared about my side of the story with my family and the first person to ever give a shit about me,” he was gripping the steering wheel so tightly I could see the blood in his hands leave that area and his entire hands turn white. I placed my hand on his afraid at first at what his reaction would be but when I did I saw his hand return to its normal color and his breathing slowed down to its normal pace, “It’s okay, no need to go all white boy gangster on me,” I said trying the lighten the tension in the air. He turned his hand over holding mine in his and bringing it to his lips he placed a soft kiss on it, “I didn’t mean to scare you if I did, but when I care for someone I care hard.” That brought a smile to my lips knowing that he cared about me, “Thank you.” “No need to thank me,” he told me before we pulled into the parking lot of the most elegant house I’ve ever laid my eyes on. We stopped at the gate, I watched as he punched in the code for his gate, it open a few seconds after allowing him to drive into the driveway of the house. He exited the car coming around to my side to open the door for me, “why thank you kind sir,” I joked. He smiled and led me to the entrance of the house; we walked hand I hand which only brought an awkward feeling to my insides. When I entered the house I was shocked, inside was like a palace it had a statue right at the center of the room as you entered, I loved this. “Wait what about my things?” I asked him he had already gone into the kitchen with was huge; it had like two refrigerators and a dining room the size of my entire house. “Make yourself at home,, what mine is yours, yeah you know the speech, I don’t want to make you feel any more uncomfortable than I already have so I’ll give you a bedroom that’s about five rooms away from mine,” he began. “I was wondering….” I didn’t want to stay that far away from him, “you were wondering?” he asked puzzled. “Well I don’t want to be that far away from you on the first night so I was wondering if I could stay with you, you know, in your room tonight,” It was really awkward asking him this because I just came out of a relationship and it felt as though I’m already being hooked up on some other guy, but that’s not the case with Brandon and I. “If that’s what you want then we could make that happen,” I was really grateful for having this guy in my life right now, I might have been dead by now or maybe in some kind of hospital in a place where I don’t even know.  He walked around the island opening his arms for me to embrace him; I walked into his arms feeling right at home. We stood there for about ten minutes, he placed a kiss on my forehead, I smiled looking up at him, we locked eyes for some seconds, he began to edge in for a kiss but I pulled back, tears coming to my eyes as the memories flooded my mind. “I can’t do this, I’m sorry,” I didn’t mean to get his hopes up, or to lead him on or anything like that, “No, I’m sorry I know you just faced some stuff, and it was just a spur of the moment thing but I have to be honest in this past week that I’ve known you, I can stop thinking about you, you’re the first person I think about when I wake up and the last person I think of before I sleep at night, I can’t explain what this feeling is right now but I know I do care for you.” I had no idea what to say after something like that I wasn’t expecting him to say all of this right now. “Say something,” he pleaded and I could hear the sadness in his voice. “I don’t know what to say, I’m a little shocked right now,” I told him honestly. I walked towards him wrapping my arms around his torso hugging him, just for him to know that I can understand his feelings, he hugged me back tightly and I enjoyed being with him for the rest of the day.

~Later that Night~

I laid in Brandon’s bed beside him making sure to give him his space and he gave me mine which I was grateful for. I wasn’t able to sleep because of the way he poured out his heart to me earlier today and I didn’t have anything to say to him because right now I don’t really know what or how I feel towards him. I felt his arm make its way over to my waist, I flinched at first but when I looked over at him I noticed that he was asleep so I didn’t really make a big deal out of it, it’s not like I kissed him or had sex with him it’s just him holding me making me feel safe and loved and cared for. I watched as he slept wondering what he could be thinking of falling for someone like me, I'm not ugly or anything like that but I don't really understand what some people get from having a relationship with me. I was then pulled into his arms, with him holding me this tight I knew he wasn't asleep as I had thought. I turned now facing him, he opened his eyes looking down at me with a smirk plastered on his face. "What are you doing?" He answered me by lowering his lips to mine, before I knew it I was already responding to the sensation