Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“Yes!” I scream to his question, as I come. “Yes! Oh, god! Yes, I’ll marry you!”
And at that, he lifts me up roughly with one arm as he kisses me hard and deep, moaning into my mouth. He thrusts a few more times, deeper and harder than is comfortable, and then holds still deep inside me. I feel his cock pulse hard, his balls contracting against my ass cheeks, as he unleashes himself into my still clenching pussy. It goes on and on as he pumps his seed deep inside, groaning with pleasure. He breaks away from the kiss and smiles, out of breath and satiated. I can’t help but answer his smile with a giggle.
“Did you mean that?” he asks huskily, still pulsing inside me. “Will you really marry me?” A warm wave of pleasure rushes through me at the thought that Dylan wants to spend the rest of his life with me.
“Of course,” I whisper earnestly, and I know there’s nothing I want more. His face lights up in the most incredibly gorgeous smile I’ve ever seen on his handsome face, his dimples showing on both sides now, that’s how wide it is. It gives me butterflies.
“Well,” he growls while giving me a series of warm little kisses on my lips. “That’s good to know because I wasn’t going to take no for an answer.” The breath catches in my throat because Dylan’s my man, possessive and dominating. And all mine.
A sudden pain in my abdomen wakes me. I open my eyes and it takes me a moment to realize where I am. After all, the dream was very vivid. But not vivid enough to fool me for long. I know I’m in my own bed, alone and pregnant, and that Dylan has forgotten all about me. We haven't seen each other since he found out I was expecting and revealed my dilemma. I still don’t know who the father is, but it doesn't even matter anymore. Neither Masterson brother has made any effort to get in touch with me for the past six months while I go through this pregnancy alone. I’ve long since given up hope of playing happy families.
But even if I’ve managed to avoid thoughts of Dylan during the day, I dream about him all the time. Every night, in my fantasies we’re together. In my dreams, I’m not pregnant yet. We take things easy. We get married. We start living together. So that one day we can become parents together by choice. Not the living nightmare that I actually find myself in: pregnant without knowing who the father is. Not only that, but there are two choices, and the two men are twins. How did this happen?
I feel the pain in my abdomen again. It’s the same one that woke me. Groaning, I sit up in bed and turn on the light, and notice that my sheets are soaked: my water has broken! Oh shit. The baby’s coming. Dread and fear crash over me as I try not to panic.
Come on, Fiona, the voice in my head says firmly. You’ve been preparing for this. It’ll be okay. Now do what you’ve planned to do.
Because I hadn’t been able to bring myself to go to any birthing classes on my own. It would be too depressing with all the other cooing couples. But on my mother’s insistence, I read some baby books, and they helped me set up a plan once contraction begin:
Pack a hospital bag two weeks in advance, stocked with extra panties and pajamas.
Call my mom.
Call the doctor.
Call the hospital to let them know you’re coming.
Call the cab company and order a cab stat.
Get dressed and wait for cab while labor contractions begin.
Because I’m on my own in this game of life. I wanted a partner. I wanted Dylan to be specific, but you can’t always get what you want. So I have my baby books, and my mom. I hadn’t even wanted to tell Elaine actually, but she came to visit me herself and found out anyway. She was very disappointed at first because who wants their daughter to be in a situation like this? But my mom loves me, and she came around. And then Elaine was unbearably supportive. Soon she was constantly calling me, checking on me, and offering to help. You'd think I’d be grateful for it, and I am. But at the same time, it highlights how much I’m on my own.
So I try to stay calm as I wait in the little apartment. Even though it’s the middle of the night and my water has broken, I try to take deep breaths and still my beating heart. I will deliver this baby on my own.
12
Dylan
I can’t stop thinking about Fiona. How can I make this ugly situation right? I want to, but there’s something stopping me. You don’t deserve her, you don’t deserve her, you don’t deserve her. The phrase echoes through my head. Fuck. I’ll just make it worse if I go back to her. And if the baby turns out to be Ricky’s? I don’t know what I’ll do. Because what if I fall in love with the child? By that point, knowing that he’s my brother’s would be such a blow that it would ruin me. It would unleash the monster inside I’ve never been able to control, and once it’s out - who knows the kind of damage it could do?