“Ambrose worries that he won’t be enough for me. I’m not even sure what that means. How do I know if he’s enough or good enough? I have no one to compare him to.”
Oh, Carolyn. I wish you were here.
John took a deep breath and exhaled. “You will know.”
I can’t just leave it at that! But how do I answer it? How does a woman know if a man is enough for her?
Again, his thoughts turned to Carolyn. “The whole experience should leave you exhilarated and satisfied. It might make you so happy you’ll cry. You’ll literally cry and that’s okay. Don’t worry if you cry. As long as you aren’t crying because you’re in pain, it’s okay.”
Carrie, I wish you were here to help me answer these questions. I don’t know if I’m being helpful or not. Maybe I’m just making matters more confusing and frightening for her.
“Will he still love me afterwards? After all of this build-up and all of this waiting, will he be disappointed? Will he think ‘Is that all she can give me?’ Will he still want me? Will he still see me as desirable?”
Ah! So many questions. Which one do I answer first? God, how do I answer any of them? I could tell her to trust in Ambrose and his love for her, but she deserves a real answer. She needs the truth.
“The truth is—” John shrugged. “—I don’t know. All I do know is what I see. I see how he looks at you. I see how he treats you. He looks at you with love. He treats you with respect. He respects your boundaries, no matter how frustrating they are for him.”
Carolyn slept in John’s arms. He looked at her with open wonder. Her hair was all messed up. Her skin was so bare, so warm.
He had never seen anything so magnificent.
John pulled her in closer and whispered against her forehead, “I love you, Carolyn Addleston. I love you.”
“He will love you, pumpkin, no matter how many times you make love with him. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe I’ve misjudged him all along. But I honestly believe that he will never stop wanting you. He will never fall out of love with you. I don’t think his feelings for you are that pathetic and weak. I don’t think he’s that kind of man.” He chuckled softly. “I have a feeling he’s the kind of person you’d have to set bear traps outside your door to chase him away.”
She smiled. “You trust him.”
He wasn’t sure if it were a question or not, but he replied, “I do. As crazy as it sounds, I trust that vampire with my little girl’s safety. I honestly believe that he will take of you. He will keep you safe, even from himself. And he will love you.”
She rose from her seat and threw her arms around her dad’s neck. She pulled him into a hug. “I love you, Dad.”
He patted her back. “Love you too.”