Chapter 14 (Andrew's POV)
I'm shocked. How could anyone make her doubt herself and her value? I'm forcing back my anger when I just think about what that asshole did to her to make her like that.
She is beautiful, kind, has a wicked sense of humor, and she is amazing with kids.
She helped Amy throughout dinner, didn't get angry when she made a mess, she laughed at her when she threw a hand full of spaghetti in her hair and just scolded her nicely. Not once did she roll her eyes or raise her voice. And she left me speechless. She is so much different from Shawna.
There wasn't a meal where she didn't get upset with Amy.
At the moment, she is bathing Amy and I'm washing the dishes, but what she doesn't know is that I have a secret plan for us for tonight.
I had a feeling if I'd told her she would find a way to back out of it.
So I used my time before dinner to call my mom and explain my plan to her. She was ready to be our babysitter for the night even before I mentioned my plan. But after? Well, let's just say she already calls Vicky her daughter-in-law.
Just when I was finishing with dishes, I heard a knock on my front door.
It's show time.
I was a totally mommy boy, so when I opened the door I hugged her like always and gave her a kiss on her cheek.
But I've never seen her smile so brightly at me.
"So where is this pretty lady of yours? I want to see the woman that managed to make my grumpy boy smile with joy."
I laughed at that. I wasn't so bad, but most of the time only Amy was able to make me smile, so I guess in a way she was right.
"Vicky is just putting my monster to bed."
She turned to me with wide-opened eyes filled with shock. It was no secret that Shawna never put our baby girl to bed. Either I did it for her or her mother did. She always said Amy doesn't want to be put to bed by her. Which was a lie. Shawna just didn't have the patience to do it, especially when Amy wanted a bedtime story.
"I know mum. She is a lot different than Shawna. And she was amazing through dinner with her as well."
My mom was still looking at me unmoving and then suddenly a huge grin stretched over her lips.
"Well, I guess you found yourself a keeper."
My heart squeezed at her statement. I know Vicky would be an amazing mother and wife. But not for me. It's better if we stayed friends.
I don't want to make her scars even deeper by hurting her. God knows her asshole ex did that enough.
"I don't know mom. She is amazing. I agree, but maybe for someone else. Not me. I don't want to hurt her."
Her smile became gentle and understanding.
"Don't you want to hurt her, or give her the chance to hurt you? Sometimes it's worth taking a risk, you know?"
I didn't get the chance to answer her because Vicky came into the living room at that moment.
"Ok. So the little monster is sound asleep. She was out before I managed to read her whole story. So now....Oh shoosh I'm sorry I didn't realize you had guests. I can go take a shower and go to bed so you two can talk in private."
My mother giggled and I just smiled at her nervousness, but my mother was the first to break the silence.
"No worries dear. I'm Marge. This Caveman's mother. And you must be Vicky. I've heard so much about you that I feel like I know you already."
Vicky was shaking my mother's hand but her face showed shock.
And I couldn't help but laugh at her stunned expression.
"You can take a shower and then find something to wear to a club. Mom here will be babysitting Amy and I'm taking you out."
"Wait. What? No, it's OK. I came to visit not to party and you've shown me so much of your town already, it's really OK."
Even now she was trying to find her way out. I needed to get her alone, so I looked at my mother and showed her with a nod to get into the kitchen or somewhere because I needed to speak to my girl.
Damn, but it feels good to call her my girl.
My mother the devil she was barely concealed her excitement and said to Vicky, " My dear, I'll make myself scarce for a few minutes because it seems my son doesn't want to share you. Yet." She finished her speech with a wink and a laugh that echoed throughout my house.
I turned back to Vicky and put my hand around her.
"No listen to me missy," I whispered in her ear, "You will go get ready, and I will take you out to a club. When we come back, I'll take you to my bed and fuck you until you won't be able to walk without feeling me with every step you take. Are we clear?"
She was nodding before I even finished my sentence.
"And please find something sexy so I can show you around." I told her, only half joking. She really was a stunning woman and she deserved to be admired. But I'd make sure no one touched her. They can't have her.
"Um I can go casual. I don't want you to get jealous and mad at me for provoking others."
That left me speechless for a moment, but then anger started boiling in my veins.
"Whoever made you think that way needs to be beaten up really badly. You are a stunning woman and if you dress up nicely you do it because you feel good in what you are wearing. I would be proud to have you beside me. Other men can watch all they want. But no one will get to you if they know what's good for them. They can watch but no one will touch you. You are mine."
I shocked myself with my last statement but I couldn't help it. It felt right.