The Womanizer's Mute Wife-Chapter 256: Fuse Us Together

KIERAN

"Where have you been all day?" Genesis asked from the bed as I stepped through the doorway.

I didn’t move further. I just stood there, shoulder against the frame, watching her.

She was propped against the headboard, legs tucked under the blanket, a small bowl of snacks balanced on her lap probably stolen from Revelation’s carefully controlled "approved" pile. Her hair was loose, cheeks flushed from the warmth of the room, lips shiny with whatever she’d been eating. The soft glow of the bedside lamp caught the roundness of her belly under the thin nightgown. She looked like peace. Like home. Like something I would burn cities to keep.

I adore this woman.

No... adore is too small a word.

The way I love her is violent. Obsessive. The kind of love that fills my skull with static when I imagine her not being mine. The thought of her in another man’s arms, another man’s bed, another man’s name on her tongue, it ignites something feral in me. I could murder hundreds. Thousands. I could paint the world red just to make sure no one ever has her aside from me.

There is nowhere Genesis could go that I wouldn’t follow.

If she walked into fire, I’d walk in behind her. If she stepped off a cliff, I’d jump after her. If death came for her, I’d claw my way into the grave to drag her back or lie down beside her forever. I want to fuse us together, skin to skin, bone to bone, soul to soul until there’s no line where she ends and I begin. Until even God can’t tell us apart.

I want to crawl inside her and never leave.

Her voice broke through the insane thoughts in my head.

"I should find that look in your eyes scary," she said softly, setting the bowl aside, "but I find it hot instead."

My lips curved.

I shrugged off my coat, let it fall to the floor, and crossed the room in three strides. I dropped to my knees at her feet, took both her hands, and pressed slow, open-mouthed kisses to her knuckles, her wrists, the soft inside of her forearms.

She pushed her fingers into my hair, cradling my head as I leaned forward and rested my forehead against the round swell of her stomach.

"What’s wrong?" she whispered.

I closed my eyes, breathed her in.

"Keenan’s dead."

Silence stretched, thick and heavy.

Then she asked, voice barely above a breath:

"When?"

"Today."

She nodded once, fingers tightening in my hair.

"Do you regret it?"

I let out a humorless chuckle.

"A normal person probably should. But I don’t."

She exhaled softly.

"That’s fine with me."

I lifted my head to look at her.

"You’re not angry."

She frowned a little, confused.

"I’m not surprised. And I’m not angry."

"Really."

She smiled.

"He deserved it." 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

I stared at her for a long second.

"I thought you’d be angry because you wanted to be the one to kill him. Dressed like a nun. Which, by the way, was fucking ridiculous. I would never have allowed you to do that."

Her laugh was soft, almost musical.

"I know. It was all bait for you."

My brows shot up.

"What?"

She leaned forward, cupping my face.

"There was no way I was going to risk our child’s life to go kill him in prison. I told Damon that on purpose knowing he’d tell you, knowing he’d tell Rev. I knew the three of you would panic and immediately plan to get him dead before I could even try."

My eyes widened.

She smirked.

"Plan accomplished."

I stared at her, stunned, proud, completely fucking obsessed and owned by this woman.

"Damn, princess."

She chuckled, brushing her thumb over my bottom lip.

"There’s always a price to be paid. Keenan paid it."

I leaned in, hand sliding around her throat, gentle but possessive and slammed my mouth against hers.

When I pulled back I rested my forehead against hers.

"Now I’m going to fuck you."

She laughed, breathy, and delighted.

"Bloodlust really gets you going, huh?"

I smiled against her mouth, blissfully unhinged.

"Everything about you gets me going. But knowing you played me? Knowing you used my own obsession to get what you wanted? That’s the hottest fucking thing you’ve ever done."

I kissed her again harder this time.

"And yes, baby... I’m going to fuck you until you forget every bad thing that ever happened before me."

Her breath hitched.

"Promise?"

I stood, scooped her up, and laid her back against the pillows.

"Promise."

And then I made good on it.

Three times.

I took her slow the first time, deep, careful rolls of my hips, every thrust measured so I could feel every flutter of her around me, every hitch in her breath, every tear that slipped down her cheeks when the pleasure got too big. She came crying my name, nails in my back, body shaking like she was breaking apart in the best way.

The second time she pushed me onto my back, straddled me, and rode me like she needed to prove something to me, to herself, to the world. I let her set the pace until she started trembling again, then I gripped her hips and fucked up into her until she screamed and collapsed on my chest, sobbing with release.

The third time I flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and took her from behind, fast and rough like a bitch in heat, one hand wrapped around her throat just enough to feel her pulse race, the other splayed over her belly like I could protect what was growing inside her while I claimed the rest of her. She came so hard she soaked the sheets, whispering "I love you" over and over again.

Afterward we lay tangled, her head on my chest, my fingers tracing lazy circles on her back.

She fell asleep smiling.

I stayed awake for hours just watching her breathe.

Two months later

My heart was thudding against my chest as I watched the monitor.

We were in the private ultrasound suite at the hospital. Genesis lay on the table, her gown pulled up to just under her breasts, belly beautifully round at five months. The doctor glided the wand slowly over Genesis’s skin with that practiced, gentle pressure.

I stood beside the bed, one hand locked around Genesis’s, the other resting on her shoulder. My thumb kept stroking her knuckles, restless, protective.

The Dr tilted the wand, squinted at the screen, then paused.

"Wait a second..."

She adjusted the angle, pressed a little deeper, eyes narrowing.

Genesis’s hand squeezed mine hard.

"Everything okay?" she asked, voice small.

She didn’t answer right away, she just moved the wand again, slow and careful, then let out a soft, surprised laugh.

"Well... I’ll be damned."

She turned the screen toward us.

Two little profiles. Two flickering heartbeats. Side by side.

"Twins," she said, still staring like she couldn’t quite believe it herself. "Identical. Both measuring right on track, 20 weeks, 3 days. Heart rates 148 and 152. Perfect."

Genesis’s breath hitched.

"Twins?"

The doctor shook her head, smiling wide.

"I missed it before. The hematoma was masking the second sac early on, one was tucked behind the other, and we were so focused on the bleed and viability that we didn’t do a full anatomical sweep until today. But yes, definitely twins. And everything looks excellent. Hematoma fully resolved. No more restrictions beyond standard pregnancy care."

Genesis turned to me, her eyes huge, shining, mouth open in shock.

"Kieran... twins."

I felt the air leave my lungs.

Twins.

Two.

My throat closed tight.

I couldn’t speak.

I just stared at the screen, two tiny humans, two heartbeats pulsing in perfect rhythm.

Genesis laughed, disbelieving and tears slipped down her cheeks.

"We’re having twins."

The doctor printed the pictures, two little side-by-side profiles and handed them over.

"Congratulations. I’ll give you two a minute."

She stepped out, closing the door softly.

I didn’t move.

I just kept staring at Genesis, at the woman who’d walked through hell and came out carrying our future.

Twins.

I dropped to my knees beside the table, pressed my lips to her belly, peppering kisses all over it.

"Hey in there," I whispered against her skin. "It’s Daddy. You two behave for your mom, yeah? She’s already got her hands full with me."

Genesis threaded her fingers through my hair, laughing softly through tears.

"They’re going to be trouble."

"Good trouble," I said, my voice rough.

She tugged me up for a kiss, tasting like salt and joy.

When we parted she rested her forehead against mine.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you more," I told her and meant it with every dark, twisted, obsessive inch of my soul.

Twins.

Our family just doubled.

And I was never letting any of them go.

Ever.