Chapter 54

                                    

                                          
Sage's POV
                          
"S-stop Taylor!" Tears were running down my face as I tried to get him to stop.
                          
"Nope, not until you say it." He smiled at my struggle and continued.
                          
"I-I..." I couldn't finish the statement. I become short out of breath now-a-days, three months just the day before.
                          
"Say it cara mia..." He softly urged once he started trailing kisses down my neck. That on top of him tickling me was setting us up for something we didn't have time to finish.
                          
"Taylor..." I croak
                          
"Say it and I won't make you take the vitamin that tastes like fish." He chuckled lightly despite the very serious offer he proposed.
                          
"I love you!" I gasped and tried to wriggle from underneath him. Even though I loved the warmth his body provided on top of mine, I got that every night and morning but still couldn't stand the fish vitamins.
                          
"That's all I wanted to hear you say." He smirked cockily and kissed my nose. I whimpered when he moved to get off of me.
                          
"No!" I pouted accidentally. He gave me a confused look when I pulled his body down next to mine on his humongous bed, I just shrugged and snuggled up to his warm body. After I hooked my leg with his, he laughed and gave me an understanding smile, then rubbed my belly. It was still small, barely there, but he took pride in every ounce that I gained with his babies in there.
                          
"Are you hungry cara? You haven't ate since when?" He asked before I could fall asleep.
                          
"I don't know the time I last ate." I had answered truthfully, to which he shot out of bed and replaced his body with a pillow. That sneaky bastard.
                          
"I'll go get you some food. What are you guys hungry for?"
                          
"Mangoes and yogurt." I managed through a yawn. I hadn't taken a nap for a few hours now.
                          
"Cara mia, don't fall asleep, we have things to do. Here," he tossed me his phone, already opened on Fun Run, "play a game or something to stay awake. I don't want to have to wake you up cara. You're going to be grumpy."
                          
"Okay." I mumbled already tired.
                          
The brightness of the game almost hurt my eyes, I had to turn the brightness of his phone down. He taught me how to do that with his high-tech phone because I couldn't stand looking at his screen when he would play games on it.
                          
The annoying game was addicting and even though I was placed fourth in every round, it didn't stop me from getting mad every time that damn blade would come back at me. I could have played on my phone, I'm sure I had the game at the time.
                          
I was too into the game when Taylor laid next to me on the bed. Well, what he considered next to me, behind me with a leg on each side. His legs are like the longest fibers of muscle and bone I have ever seen. They're a real turn-on, not that I would have ever told him that. His ego is just slightly larger than his legs.
                          
"Cara mia, do you even like mangoes?" He asked with his accent heavy on the fruit.
                          
"Never tried them." I answered without making eye contact. I did pay attention to his laugh though, like music to my ears. It wasn't obnoxiously loud, but it was probably more intoxicating than his scent and more compelling than his eyes could ever be.
                          
"Then why did you ask for mangoes?"
                          
"Because I'm craving them. They look like they would taste good." I shrugged.
                          
"Well you need to eat so put down the phone."
                          
"I'm not even hungry Taylor." Lies...
                          
"Cara mia quit lying. You have the game on your phone. You can play whenever you don't have to eat." Then he snatched the phone out of my hand and replaced it with a yogurt filled spoon. I couldn't keep the frown on my face for long, I was starving.
                          
"Thank you Taylor." I said and gave him a kiss on the cheek while he was finishing MY game.
I was captivated by him the whole time I was eating. I watched him get frustrated every time he didn't place in first, and want to punch a pillow every time he got trapped. I got my horrible Fun Run habits from him. I had to suppress a giggle every time he put his hand on my thigh to calm himself down. To say he was a sore loser would be an understatement, especially since he has always gotten what he wanted. I had to snuggle closer into his chest whenever he got third, or else he would threaten to break his phone. His head was on my shoulder as his arms were around my waist, playing with his phone on top of my thighs. On my phone it would have been impossible for me to see, but Taylor's unnecessary huge screen made it more entertaining to watch. I gave him a spoon full or yogurt in between rounds and he thanked me with a kiss to my cheek. He brought up three yogurts, which I laughed at but was grateful for once I realized that two definitely didn't satisfy four human beings.
                          
"Do you want another yogurt cara mia?" He asked when he realized I stopped feeding him spoonfuls.
                          
"No. I already ate three. And they're not the light ones. Besides, I used to be able to be perfectly fine with one and now I can eat two without thinking about going for the third-" I rambled, trying to convince Taylor to let it be.
                          
"I'm going to get you two more." He stated getting up, completely ignoring the emotional mess I was becoming very shortly.
                          
"No! Then I'll be tempted to eat them and I'm already gaining so much weight." My voice started cracking and my eyes started watering.
                          
"I'll be right back." He ignored me again.
                          
I was still hungry, but that only made me think it was okay to blame Taylor on my sudden weight gain.
                          
"Cara mia, I cut up some mangoes for you too." He smiled taking in my horrible crying face. I swear he gets some sort of sick satisfaction seeing my cry.
                          
"I'm not eating it." My voice wobbled but my eyes remained on the yogurt and bowl of mangoes is his hands, mocking and teasing me with every sudden jerk of his hands.
                          
"Cara I know you're hungry so just eat the damn food that you're craving." He dead-panned.
                          
I shook my head defiantly and turned my body facing the opposite direction of him. I was extremely tired, so I just layed down and ignored Taylor's attempts of fattening me up. I was not going to give in to him.
                          
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All I can do is think back to the good times Taylor and I shared. That was one of the earlier ones, but one of my favorites. It was honestly useless of me to try and completely ignore Taylor's demands when it comes to his babies, I ended up eating all the yogurt and mango he prepared for me anyway. Don't ask how, just know that I was smiling sheepishly while stuffing my face.
                          
Now that I am seriously craving a dose of Taylor, any argument we had just seems pathetic now. I don't remember exactly why I'm mad at him, beside the obvious reason that he raped me.
                          
I love him too much to just hold it against him, as wrong as it sounds. I'm not mad anymore, I'm over it. If he asks for forgiveness, I could forgive him. Easily, without a blink. But he swears he did nothing wrong but what was best for me.