Divorced! Now what?
Chapter 167

Bethany POV

My head ached. I had a nice bump, egg-sized, and did not need stitches, so I was lucky. The doctor was happy that I did not have a concussion and that the baby was fine. I needed a change of luck, and I feel Nate just gave it to me. Without him there, I would not be here. I sat in the hospital watching Judy and Thomas, holding Nate's hand. Nate was still out cold and would not awaken until morning at the earliest, but he was alive, all thanks to Hank. He did a fantastic job working on him on the kitchen table and in the ambulance. He had opened the wound enough to see the main bleeder and held it closed, trying to keep him alive. If he had not done that, Nate would have bled out before making it to the hospital.

Nate will take a little while to recover, but he is alive, and no permanent damage has occurred. This is one wedding I will not forget, and a mixture of good moments and bad. I genuinely hope we are over these attacks. It is like I can't even step out of the house, and I am being targeted. Why I am a target was another question that plagued me; at first, I thought it was all Cynthia, but she and Mum are gone, and so is Bret. I am at a loss why me. I have all my memories back, and I have been such a fool not seeing how Bret and Cynthia were. Bret's attention so blinded me that I failed to know the truth behind it all.

Everything is easier in hindsight.

But still, why am I still being targeted, and who was the shooter? I have no idea if he made it through or is dead. Dad took off with Scott to see the person, and then when Dad got to the hospital, he said he would talk about it later. Now was not the time, and I guess that was true. Nate was still in surgery at the time.

Dad had left with Jacko, and it was now too late. I need to go home and get some sleep, but I do not want to go to Theo's parent's place; I am not ready to face that place yet.

'Thomas, I am going now. I will catch up soon, okay?' I side-hugged Thomas, Judy, and the baby, who had been so good all this time. She is lucky to have such a baby; I hope mine will be that good. Loads of clucky women had shuffled around her, and then she was there in this hospital and not once made a bit of fuss.

'Can I suggest you go to a hotel close by? I do not think you should be going back to Hank's tonight, as Dad will be busy with his new wife!

'Stop, I don't want that picture in my head. I giggled at him, knowing I was most likely turning red.

'He has a point, though. Let's go to the hotel close by. I do not wish to go to Felicity's place.' Theo supported Thomas, and I was not going to argue with them. I was too tired to think. Theo guided me out of the hospital and to his waiting car. I was ready to turn off my head; too much had gone on, and all I wanted to do was snuggle up with my husband.

Theo paid for a room and almost carried me. I sat on the bed, and Theo went to the bathroom, where I heard the water running. I got up to check to see Theo running a bath, putting him in a smelly bubble bath, and it looked so inviting. 'Come take a soak in the bath with me. Theo helped me in the bath and then climbed in behind me. He grabbed a sponge and started to wash my body, gently stroking it and sending bubbles cascading over it. Watching his hand caressing my body and the bubbles running down it was mesmerizing. I relaxed, leaning against his chest, just enjoying being together. The day faded away. The only thoughts were of Theo and what he was doing, clearing my mind of the stress and hurt. The water started to get cold, and I moved to pull the plug, but Theo tightened his hold on me and stood up, pulling us both out of the water. He stepped out of the bath, grabbed a towel, draped it over me, and left the bathroom.

He lowered me so my feet were on the floor, and then he started to dry my body. He was so gentle, his face full of love and concern.

'Are you hungry? I can call room service?' Theo asked as I looked for the bag.

'Yeah, please. Anything. Please let me know if you brought up the bag.

'Yeah, it is over there.' He pointed to the table, and sitting on a chair was the bag, with a change of clothes for both of us. I pulled out one of his t-shirts and put it on, and it came to my knees. He was much taller than me and had larger muscles; I loved every inch of it.

A knock on the door had Theo rushing to answer it; he opened the door enough to see who it was before widening the door to let room service in with our food. Theo stood on one side of the woman, not letting her get close to me. I understood he was worried that someone had tried to kill me.

Once the woman was gone, we both checked out the food; the smell made my stomach grumble, reminding me we had not eaten since breakfast. The food was consumed in a flash. Theo wheeled the cart back out the door and locked it. Turning back to me, his eyes searched my body, from head to toe and back up again, making my body respond in a way I had not expected. For someone who was dead on her feet, suddenly, I had a growing interest in creating something of our night and, being our first night as husband and wife, being marred by what preceded this moment.

Theo walked closer to me. He lifted his hand and ran the back of his hand down the back of my face, sending shivers down my spine and settling at my core. Heat bloomed inside me, and my body became awake. That one small gesture had awakened a need inside of me that I did not know I had.

Theo slowly lowered his head and captured my lips. Gentle, soft, caring, and not pushing for more, he seemed to be waiting for me to give him the go-ahead and make our night end with love as it should have been. I could not agree more.

'I opened my mouth to allow access, and he plunged right in. He groaned, and soon the shirt I had put on for the night was ripped off, and I was carefully placed on the bed; he climbed on top of me and never lost contact with my lips; it was like he was a starving man, needing me to fill him up, and I was more than ready to feed him till he was full.

He lowered his hand and found my moist juncture, and he murmured.

'So wet from me already?' He sounded pleased with himself and aligned his length and thrust into me, his foreplay short, his need urgent, the rhythm of our bodies quick to become one of heat and passion, his kisses deep and meaningful, ravishing my mouth, his breath became labored, stopping the attack on my mouth; instead, he sent small kisses over my face, my cheeks, my nose, everywhere, the tempo of his thrusts were consistent, deep hard thrusts as if we had all night. Then suddenly, he picked up speed as if he was in a race. My breathing became ragged and short. I dug my fingers into his butt cheeks. I am sure I would have left finger mark bruises on him as I felt my build reach its peak, and I screamed out his name as I bloomed into ecstasy. Theo pumped harder for another few strokes before joining me in his own release.