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  Must Wait

  (Pedro’s Story)

  Ginger Sharp

  This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  Copyright © 2013 Ginger Sharp All rights reserved. ISBN: 1492853259 ISBN-13: 978-1492853251

  DEDICATION

  This book is dedicated to my Dirty Birdies, you know who you all are and to all those who enjoy steamy romance novels. Enjoy!

  CONTENTS

  PROLOGUE vi CHAPTER 1 1

  CHAPTER 2 8

  CHAPTER 3 25

  CHAPTER 4 35

  CHAPTER 5 45

  CHAPTER 6 62

  CHAPTER 7 94

  CHAPTER 8 103

  CHAPTER 9 128

  CHAPTER 10 143

  CHAPTER 11 162

  CHAPTER 12 174

  CHAPTER 13 197

  CHAPTER 14 228

  CHAPTER 15 241

  CHAPTER 16 258

  EPILOGUE 270

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR 279

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  To Mike, my poor husband, who had to endure my glares for him to leave the room while I wrote the book.

  And to everyone else that I tortured to give me feedback

  on the chapters that I emailed to them from time to time.

  PROLOGUE

  Two week later, Katie arrives back in Costa Rica. Katie is staying with Rosalie and Henry. They are aware of our union and are very accepting. I am shocked one evening coming home from working out in the coffee fields to see Katie in my kitchen cooking dinner. She is so beautiful. I have missed her completely. She is so elegantly petite in her flowery sundress with her blonde hair pulled up in a ponytail. I pull my eyes away from her, as I glance around looking for my son. Ramón may be still playing outside. I turn to see, Ramón watching videos that Katie brought him on her laptop. He has headphones on and glances up smiling at me. I smile back to him as I stare back to Katie.

  She walks next to me touching my arm. “Ramón seems content.”

  I avoid contact with her because of my son’s presence. She notices my avoidance and I can see that she is getting upset with me.

  I speak over to her quietly, “After dinner I will take him to Paolo’s house for the night.”

  Her face turns red. “No, he stays here tonight. We deals with this tonight. He needs to know that we are married. He needs to know that you share your bed with me. Tomorrow, when he wakes. I will be the one who will make breakfast for him while I tell him that his daddy needs to sleep-in. I will take him to the beach and watch him while he plays with his friends then go off to lunch with Rosalie. You need to start trusting me with your son. Sorry, our son.”

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  I am nervous at Katie’s forwardness on how to deal with my son. I need to remove him and take him to my brother’s house. He shouldn’t be here in this house during our first night as a married couple. I know that Katie will not be able to contain herself. I am already aroused just by looking at her plating the dinner that she has cooked for us. Yet she is trying. She wants to make this work for us and my son. She really loves me. I am so proud of her wanting to be a mother to my child since she never wants any children of her own. She is so accepting of me and Ramón, wanting to be a nurturing mother. I am afraid, but I will follow her lead for the night.

  Dinner is awkward for me. Katie is growing more and more impatient with me. She glares over at me waiting for me to talk to Ramón. I could see that Ramón is confused by Katie’s presence in our house. He has only seen her a few times. I should have already told him when I got back from Las Vegas, but I did not know what to say to him. I get up and clear the plates away, bringing them to the sink. Ramón runs over to me and starts washing the dirty dishes. I lean on the counter trying to find the right words for Ramón. I am distracted when I hear rumbling outside. I walk to the window and look out to see a storm off in the distance.

  “Ramón, please hurry with those dishes and get ready for a storm.”

  I leave going outside to close up the outbuildings and to put away the equipment. Katie runs out of the house, chasing behind me.

  “I do not understand you, Pedro. Why are you having an issue telling your son that you married me?” I ignore her while I gather the drying screen as her voice rises. “Pedro, answer me.”

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  “Katie, I really can’t get into this with you right now.

  There is a storm approaching,” I say calmly.

  “You know, Pedro, that you had two weeks to tell

  him. Why didn’t you tell him?”

  “Not now, Katie.”

  “Fuck you, Pedro. You are a coward.”

  “Katie, do not swear at me.”

  It starts to rain and she is still yelling at me. She

  follows me into the grain shed, telling me off as I tune

  her out while putting the drying screens away. Her harsh

  words are eating away at my patience as I stew up anger

  towards her.

  I spin around glaring at her. “Katie, go in the house.” She is all red with anger and soaking wet from the rain. She balks as she turns to leave. “Yes, I will go in the

  house. I will tell Ramón myself about us.”

  I grab her arm harshly. “No, Katie.”

  She gets angrier trying to pull away from me. I am

  losing my temper as she continues to rant. I snap, yelling

  back at her and she seems unfazed as she continues to

  taunt me pointing in my face.

  I smack her hand down pushing her into the bags of

  grain. I hold her there, yelling at her, “Katie, you are not

  his mother. You will never be his mother. I do not want

  him to know that I stopped loving his mother. You do

  not get the right to tell him anything, Katie. He is mine,

  not yours.”

  She is very silent, looking up at me in shock by my

  candor. I can see the hurt in her eyes. I reach out taking

  her hands.

  “I am sorry Katie. That did not come out right. That

  was my anger speaking. What I meant to say is that you

  have been here for an hour. Please do not come here and

  take control of my family. I am all he knows. It is going to

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  take time for this adjustment.”

  Katie sighs, nodding. “I am sorry too. Ramón is not to know that you stopped loving his mother. He needs to know that you will always love her and that you can love me too. Just because I am here doesn’t mean you have to stop talking about her. When your father was with Rosalie, did he stop talking about your mother?”

  I feel a sense of regret for snapping at her. “No. He talked about her until the day he died.”

  I step closer to Katie’s wet body, reaching to touch her face looking for forgiveness. Her eyes mesmerize me, captivating me as always. I know it has only been two weeks, but I missed my wife so much only having that one night with her after we married. I want her to forgive me for being forceful with her. I need to touch her. I trace my thumb across her chin as I tilt her head up and kiss her lips tenderly. She places her hand on my shoulders and slowly slides them down my chest. I feel her hands immediately tugging at the top of my shorts. I break the kiss, looking down to watch her unbutton them then pull my zipper down. I pull my head back and look down at her gorgeous features. She stares back at me with a seductive wicked grin on her face as she removes my cock from my shorts and stokes me with her one petite hand. Her other hand removes her panties. I grab her by the waist lifting her up onto th
e stacked bags of grain. Now we are eye to eye so I can gaze into her crystal blue eyes. She raises up her sundress spreading her legs apart as she slides her hands up to her breasts. She rubs them aggressively and I am instantly burning with desire just watching her. My mouth goes dry as I take in every part of her that is exposed to me. There is another crack of lightning which illuminates her face. I rush in to her, kissing her profusely. She digs her fingernails into my

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  backside wanting me to enter her. I move myself into her wetness as she screams out. We start moving together as she begins to moan. My fingers are entwined in her hair as I insistently kneed her breast with my other hand. She hisses out since I am being too rough with her. I remove my hand as she rapidly snatches it back placing my hand back to her breast. She moves her hips meeting me thrust for thrust. She satisfies my ache from being apart from her. She touches her breast as her other hand grips my bicep. She gets wilder screaming out my name as her body goes limp pulsating around me. She shudders as she still moans. I roll my hips a few more times, grunting as I am releasing myself into her as she continues to moan in ecstasy. Another crack of lightning warns me that the storm is nearing. I exit her rapidly and put myself away and pull down her dress. She lies back on the grain bag all breathless staring up at me with glossy eyes.

  I guardedly shake my head at her. “This is why I can’t have you in the house yet. You are too loud when I make love to you.”

  She unreservedly laughs. “I promise to keep quiet later tonight.”

  “The storm is getting stronger. Stay here. Give me ten minutes before you come back to the house. I am going to cut the power to the house and tell Ramón that you are my wife.”

  She looks at me confused while she is still panting, but she just blissfully nods.

  x

  CHAPTER 1

  I am enjoying the early evening setting sun while driving back to my farm up the rocky hillside from visiting with my in-laws. Cyntia is begging me to slow down since the terrain in my old pickup truck is making her nauseated. I glance at the paleness in her face. This pregnancy has been difficult for us. We have been going back and forth to the clinic when she developed gestational diabetes at 24 weeks pregnant. We still have about one month to go before our baby arrives. I am really looking forward to the happiness that the baby will bring us.

  Cyntia and I have only been married close to one year. Her family was moving from San Bart to a better farming location. We were in love and with my father’s encouragement I had ask her to marry me. Cyntia said yes to my proposal, but her family declined. They felt that I was cursed and needed to remain alone forever. I was the youngest of three boys. My mother passed away while giving birth to me and my father raised me all on his own. Eventually Cyntia’s family gave in after she ran away a few times to be with me. Shortly after we married, my father passed away leaving me with his house and the rest of the land to farm coffee beans. Cyntia’s family felt that the curse was lifted from me when my inheritance from my father looked pleasing to them. I am nineteen years old and I own my own farm and home. Our union became accepted by her family after my father’s passing.

  “Slow down, Pedro. I am going to be sick again,” she grumbles.

  I stop the truck and peer over at her heavy breathing. “Should I help you out?”

  She whips her head snarling at me, “No! I want you to drive slow. The bumps in the road is making the baby kick me and my body aches.”

  I smile over to her. “I can’t wait until the baby is born. Then I will have my sweet Cyntia back instead of the demon sitting beside me.” Looking at Cyntia took my breath away. She is so petite with perfect long black silky hair. Her almond colored eyes glisten in the sunlight with flecks of gold. She is beautiful and I am very lucky that she chose to love me. She had other boys that tried to win her love, but she wanted me. The mature strong Pedro as she used to say. In a village with more men than women could make it hard to find love. Many men leave to find love in neighboring villages. That was what my two older brothers had done.

  I drove slower, but she is still complaining. We arrive home and I help her out of the truck. I am watching her waddle in to the house laughing to myself. She is so tiny and her belly is enormous. I smile at myself knowing I did this to her.

  I head down to the field since I have some work that needs to be done. I check on the cherries that are soaking in the water to see if I can remove the pulp around the coffee beans. I thought I heard Cyntia call for me as I was splashing around in the water to move the cherries around. I listen carefully. She screams out my name again. I walk up towards the house when I hear her scream in panic. I pick up my pace turning in to the door to see her gripping the edge of the table.

  “Sweetie, what is wrong?”

  She lifts her head to look up at me. “I think you need to go in to town and get Rosalie. Something is happening.”

  I raise an eyebrow. “No, we have to go to the clinic.” She is shaking her head as I see tears form in her eyes. “I cannot go back in that truck. It will make this worse for me. Please stop and tell Galiana that I need her. Then get Rosalie and hurry back to me.”

  I nod as I am backing out the door staring at her panicked face before turning to run to my truck. I drive off leaving her alone. I stop at my brother’s farm, my truck sliding in the dirt. I locate my brother so I can have him take his wife, Galiana, to my house to watch over Cyntia. He agrees then I am off to the Cantina.

  Driving like a crazy man over the rocky roads, I keep thinking that we are not ready for the baby to be born yet. Then I come to the realization that the baby coming early would be better for us. Cyntia has been so miserable throughout the entire pregnancy. She has not allowed me to touch her in months. She would tell me that everything hurts. Now I look forward to us getting back to normal and having intimacy back in our lives.

  The sun has set and the dark sky is making it hard for me to see the jungle roads. I stop the truck. I run up the stairs of the Cantina, spinning around until I locate Rosalie.

  “Rosalie, I need your help. Something is wrong with Cyntia and the baby. I do not know what to do and she will not get back in the truck to go to the clinic.”

  Rosalie yells out, “I am not that type of doctor, Pedro, but I do my best. Parker and I will drive up in my jeep once we close up the Cantina. Please go back home and stay with her.”

  I nod running off back to my truck.

  I make my way back home to see my brother, Lasaro, pacing outside the door. He is walking to meet me. “Pedro, the baby is coming early, but Cyntia is having a really hard time. Rosalie is on her way, right?”

  I look over his shoulder at the door. “Yes, soon. I must go to her.”

  I enter into the house seeing Galiana sitting next to Cyntia who is lying on the bed. Galiana has a distressed look about her, “I have stopped Cyntia from trying to push. Her body is not ready yet, maybe soon.”

  I take Cyntia’s hand, caressing it while lifting it to my lips and placing little kisses all about. “Rosalie will be here soon and she will help you.”

  Cyntia looks over at me with tear stained yellowing eyes. “Pedro, I am so sorry, but…”

  Her words are cut off as she starts screaming again.

  I panic yelling at Galiana, “Help her, please.”

  Galiana shakes her head no to me. Then the door opens with Rosalie and Parker coming to my side. Rosalie begins examining Cyntia including her teeth. I jerk my head back staring at Cyntia who has stopped screaming. She has her eyes closed and appears to be resting.

  Rosalie turns to look at me. “Parker, please take Pedro out of here. You and Lasaro are going to have to keep him back.”

  I look around at the saddened faces. I am confused. Parker pulls me away from Cyntia out the door. Lasaro takes my other arm as both men drag me down to my fields. I hear Cyntia screaming again as I fight trying to get out of Parker and Lasaro’s grip on my arms. After a few minutes her screams stop with an eerie silence.
r />   Ten more minutes pass, then the front door opens with Galiana stepping outside with a small bundle in her arms. We three men walk towards her meeting her half way from the house. Her face is wet from tears as she hands the bundle to me. “Pedro, you have a son.”

  I take my son in my arms as I smile looking at his large features. I smile up to Lasaro. “He is really a big boy. Kind of stocky.”

  Lasaro and Parker laugh, but not Galiana. She is still crying.

  “I am going to back to the house now to see Cyntia.”

  Galiana reaches out for my baby speaking sternly. “Give me the baby first, Pedro.” I am a little shocked, but I hand her my son.

  I walk back up to the house alone. Odd that the other three kept their distance. I enter into the house and I see Rosalie cleaning blood from herself. I look over to Cyntia to see blood all around her. I walk over to her side and speak to her. Her eyes are closed and she is not responding to me. I reach over to her, taking her hand. I feel the coldness in her fingertips.

  Rosalie comes to my side placing her hand on my shoulder. “I am sorry, Pedro. Her liver shut down. She begged me to save the baby.

  I stare at Cyntia not understanding what Rosalie is saying me. “Cyntia, we need to name the baby. Wake up, sweetie, please.”

  Rosalie squeezes my shoulder. “Pedro, she is gone. She wants you to take care of your son. He needs to be held and loved.”

  I shake my head in disbelief. “No, I do not want him without Cyntia. I need her.” I feel the tears run down my face.

  “I will give you some time with her while I speak with Lasaro,” she says, as she leaves me alone leaving through the door and closing it behind her.

  Some time goes by as I sit holding my wife’s hand. I brush her hair back from her face watching her color fade. She never wakes, but she continues to get colder to my touch.

  Lasaro walks back in to the house. “Pedro, you must go with Galiana back to my farm. We will handle things here. Cyntia’s family has refused to come. They claim that she chose this curse and they want nothing to do with you or the baby. We will take care of her. Go, Pedro.” He lifts me from the side of my bed pushing me out the door of the house. I leave with Galiana in Rosalie’s jeep. Rosalie brings us back to Lasaro’s farm. Galiana runs into the house with my son, as Rosalie places me in to a rocking chair outside the door.