The Billionaire’s Fight For Redemption (Noah and Sierra) novel Chapter 324

We lie there for a while, and honestly, I’ve never felt this comfortable with any man before.

Usually, by now the urge to get away would have already taken over. After anything even remotely intimate, I would feel this overwhelming need for distance. It was almost like my skin would start crawling if a man stayed too close for too long.

What Adrian and I just did wasn’t technically sex, but it was intimate—very intimate—and instead of wanting to push him away like I normally would, I find myself wanting the exact opposite.

With Adrian, I want to pull him closer. Closer and closer until there’s no space left between us. Until I can just hold on to him and never let go.

I never thought I’d feel this way about any man after Noah. Back then, it felt like something inside me had died. Like the part of me that could love someone had simply shut down for good. But now… here we are and it feels like my dead heart has somehow come back to life.

Adrian makes me want things I never allowed myself to dream about before. A husband, ahome and a family. With him, I can picture it so clearly in my mind that sometimes it scares the hell out of me because of how the images are so vivid and how badly I want them to become a reality.

"Okay, come on." His deep voice interrupts my thoughts: “Time to feed you and our little munchkin.”

My heart stops for a moment as I just stare at him and tears start to fill my eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his thumb still brushing gently along my cheek as worry settles into his expression.

I blink quickly, trying to stop the tears from spilling over, but one escapes anyway.

“Hey,” he murmurs softly, sitting beside me. “What happened? Did I say something wrong?”

I shake my head immediately, my hand coming up to wrap around his wrist before he can pull his hand away.

“No,” I whisper, my voice thick with emotion. “You didn’t say anything wrong.”

His brows knit together in confusion. “Then why are you crying?”

I take a shaky breath, my gaze dropping to where his hand now rests lightly over my stomach.

“You said our little munchkin,” I finally admit.

He goes still and for a second he looks down at my stomach too, like he’s replaying his own words in his head.

“Oh,” he says quietly.

“I don’t think you even realized what you said,” I continue softly.

Maybe his tongue just slipped.

I mean, it’s one thing to date a pregnant woman, but it’s an entirely different thing to claim her child as your own, right? Those two things aren’t the same at all.

Anyone can say sweet things in the moment, especially after something intimate, when emotions are still running high, but claiming a child? That’s different. That’s a promise and promises like that aren’t something most people make lightly.

His expression changes as something softer and deeper settles into his eyes.

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