Davis, P.O. V.
I was still shocked that Lisa had interrupted my grilling of Jared. I was having my fun at his expense, but he really shouldn't have been kissing Izzy before dating her. He should have talked to me first, too. She's my only baby girl, at least until Lisa and I have a baby.
What's really gnawing at my brain as I drive is whatever Lisa wants to talk about. Did I do something wrong? Did she? Is it her father again? Have Chris and Daniel popped back up after everything? Surely they aren't that stupid, are they?
I wanted to race home, but there was no point in getting there before Lisa. I kept my pace with her speed, trying to ensure that we got home at the same time. Getting there before her and having to wait, seemed like a more miserable date than just riding slower.
It felt like an eternity with my thoughts until we arrived home a minute apart. I opened her car door for her allowing her to step out. That's when I noticed her eyes were pinker than usual. She'd been crying and I immediately tensed.
**Song suggestion: Lost Without You by Freya Ridings**
"Who made you cry?" I asked her a bit too harshly as my anger rose at the thought of someone making her cry.
"No one, well not really." She sighed. "Come on, let's sit down first."
She began to walk away, but I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. I wanted answers now. The ride over was long enough, screw sitting down.
"Tell me here, Lisa. I can't take much more of this waiting." She sighed like this was the hardest thing she has had to do. "What's going on Lisa?"
"You know how I had that doctor's appointment today?" she started
I swear to God! If she says she has cancer, I'm burning the whole world down and staring over.
"Yes, I recall."
"She told me that I have a heart shaped womb." She seems ready to cry, but I was obviously missing something here.
"That's cute, probably because you have so much love to give our future baby," I said, trying to cheer her up from whatever she was sad about.
Only somehow my words made her cry, sob, actually. She cried so hard, and all I could do was hold her close as she did. She shook her head against me before she pulled back just a little.
"No, Davis, not cute." She collected herself enough to talk in a way I could understand. "Because of it's shape, I can't have children."
She cried more as she said it and I think I heard my heart shatter as if it were made of glass this whole time. I'm a fucking idiot. She's been wanting a baby. She deserves a baby. Yet she can't have one. I held her closer, letting her cry more. I rubbed her back gently as I rocked her slowly.
What the hell do I say?
Surely I could tell her that there's more than one way to be a mother, but is that really what she would want to hear? What if I say screw it we don't need kids anyway? Would that hurt her more?
God, what do I do?
"I love you, Lisa. No matter what, I love you. I am sorry. I know how much you wanted to have a baby." I squeezed her, pressing her closer to me, if that was even possible. "I'm here for you, whatever you need. Whatever you want to do, we can do it. No kids, adopt kids, taken in all the strays of the world, or hire a damn surrogate. Whatever it is, we'll do it."
I meant very word I said. Whatever it takes, whatever she wants, I'll make it happen. She nodded her head against my chest, but continued to cry. No one died, but she was mourning. Mourning the fact that she could have children. Mourning the loss of being able to grow a life inside of her. As a male I will never understand that bond of growing the child you'll raise, but I understand enough to know that it's very special. Lisa knows that and now she won't get to experience it.
I felt terrible for her. If there was anything I could do to make this better, I'd do it in a heartbeat. All I could do for now was let her mourn while I held her tight. I picked her up, allowing her to cry into me more as I carried her to our room. It's going to be okay.
I'll make sure of it.
"I'm here, Lisa. Whatever you need, I am here."
"Thank you," she whispered so lightly I barely heard it.
I laid her on our bed, and crawled in next to her. I pulled her close to my chest again and rubbed her back aimlessly. Eventually her crying stopped and her breathing eased. She'd fallen asleep on me, exhausted from the emotional turmoil. I stayed there, trying not to move so I wouldn't wake her. I carefully pulled my phone out of my pocket and texted Frank.
Davis: Do it now.
We'll release the first illegal act Idris has done, embezzling from his own company. Derek's already got the ball rolling, but this will put more pressure on the authorities to do it faster.
That one asshole: With pleasure 3:)
The little devil emoji suited him well. I closed my eyes, deciding to nap with Lisa. When we wake up there should be a bit of buzz about her father. Hopefully, it'll cheer her up a bit to see her father's company start to crumble the way she wanted.
I woke up to Lisa silently scrolling through her phone with her back towards me. She was trying not to wake me, being very silent, but I saw the smile on her face. It wasn't like her usual sweet one, it was one of great satisfaction at her father's misery. Peering over her shoulder, I saw she was looking at the stocks. Porter international was going down fast.
"When did you do it?" she asked me, realizing I was awake.
"When you fell asleep, I texted Frank."
"Thank you," she whispered, but she never turned or looked away from her phone. She was glued there.
"Anything for you, Lisa." I kissed her bare shoulder, feeling her insane deeply. "Even not having another kid of your own?"
I knew she wouldn't wake up feeling better about the fact, but I had hoped that she would know that I would be happy with her, no matter what.
"Yes, even that. I love you, Lisa. I don't need to have another baby to be happy. It would have just been a bonus, but a bonus that I am fine without. If you want to talk more about our options later, we can. Whatever you want to do, Lisa, I'll support you 100%."
I won't have her believe otherwise. She nodded her head silently, making me wonder if she really believed me. I guess now's the time to ask my question, because I really think it's the only way she'll realize how serious I am.
"Alright, time to get off the bed," I told her, getting off first and staring down at her. "I don't want to," she complained.
"I have a surprise for you, a gift. It's hidden in the house and you can get a clue anytime you want, but you have to land a punch on me to get it."
She loves games, and she loves proving to herself that she's strong. It's not the most romantic, but it's the way that best suits her. I am sure of it.
"Davis, I really don't feel up to." She sighed, not moving from the bed.
"Come on, Lisa. Are you worried you still won't be able to hit me?" I teased her, trying to rile her up.
"Hey, I've hit you before," she defended herself.
"Only because you threw your shirt on my face." I laughed at the memory, but I was impressed by her at the time.
"Oh, whatever, I could totally hit you if I wanted to."
"Prove it." I smirked.
I saw that fire in her eyes and knew I'd won. She got off the bed in an instant and began to spar with me. Her smile only proved to me that she was enjoying this. She likes feeling strong, like she could take on anyone. I know she never wants to feel weak again. Never wants to be overpowered by a man again. I let her hit my side after a bit.
"Ha! See, I did it. Now give me a clue." Her eyes were sparkling with excitement now. "It's in this room." I told her, keeping it vague.
"What am I looking for? Is it big or small? Is it wrapped?" She asked.
"You'll have to fight me more if you want me to answer those questions." I grinned at her happily, because I was enjoying this too.
She was determined as she sparred with me. I'd poke her, because I would never lay a hand at her. She'd do the same not wanting to hurt me, even though at her current state she couldn't. I smiled at her when she had poked me twice without me having let her. She did that all on her own. After the third poked I answered her questions.
"You're looking for a small gift. It is wrapped and has a gold ribbon tied around it."
Lisa began to scour the room, tearing into the drawers, checking under the bed, and inside the closet. She was starting to get mad the more she searched and didn't find it. What she doesn't know is that I got it out of its hiding spot when she wasn't looking and stuck it in my pocket.
"Ugh, I can't find it!" she huffed, crossing her arms. She looked ready to give up.
"You're cold," I told her as she stood across the room from me. She took a step away from me testing which was she should go. "Getting colder." She took a step towards me "Warmer." We continued this until she was standing right in front of me. She immediately poked me, causing me to grin happily.
"Is it on you?" she asked me, already seeing through my game. I nodded my head and she began to pat me down till she felt it in my pocket.
"Careful you might grab the wrong thing," I winked at her as she dug in my front pocket. She just rolled her eyes, but that corner of her lips told me she was enjoying herself.
"I got it!" she yelled excitedly as she took out and began to unwrap. While her attention was solely on the gift, I got down on one knee.
Time to ask the question ofmy life. Why am I so nervous?