That makes him growl and I realize I’ve seriously overshot the sneer factor when he plants his hands beside my head and gets all up in my face, his breath billowing over my lips, making me uncomfortably aware of his nearness.
Is it wrong to be totally turnedon by his dominance right now? My mind screams yes! Totally wrong, but the rest of me is still on snail mail and rearing to go.
“Let me say this again and more clearly so that you understand. I did not touch Gia. She came to me and asked for help with her father’s business. He passed away and she has no clue how to keep the business afloat. I put her in touch with someone and that was the end of that.”
I feel like a total moron when he pulls away and stalks to the liquor cabinet to pour himself a drink while those eagle sharp blues drill a hole into me.
Okay, so maybe I jumped-
“Nahah! You said-”
“We were at cross purposes Rebecca! You thought that I was confessing to sleeping with her and I-”
“What? What could you possibly have thought I was talking about? Up till a day ago I was happy, okay maybe I was also a little nervous waiting for the other shoe to drop and-”
“See?” he roars and I sit back with a squeak when he hurls the glass at the wall, the sound of shattering glass ripping through the silence. “This is the problem. You are continuously looking for things to throw at me.”
Oh God, he’s scrubbing at his hair and neck, never a good sign because it means he’s so angry he doesn’t know what to do with himself, a totally non Devon occurrence.
“No I’m-”
“Yes you are. We made love at your brother’s wedding and fine; I deserved your anger when I pulled a runner but I came back and begged forgiveness. I’ve spent months trying to prove myself to you and all I ever get are snide remarks and the odd smile. Jesus, I went without sex for months trying to prove to you how much I wanted you and you think I’m stupid enough to risk it all now on a meaningless fuck with a woman I can’t stand!”
I want to listen to him, especially now that I’m pretty darn positive he’s telling the truth and we’d been at mixed buggers, but the thing is, I am so totally sure I’m in labour right now.
I can’t tell him though because as much as I want to I am not so into a lecture the whole time I’m in labour. Maybe I can hold out till he stops ranting and pretend to go lie down?
I could sneak out of the house and get to the hospital and my epidural before he finds me. Just thinking of the drugs I have schedule for the birth makes me euphoric and I grit my teeth against the pressure curling tightly through my hips.
“The thing is that I am so fucking tired of all this. I take one step forward and you push me four back. It’s a waste isn’t it Rebecca, me thinking that you will finally start trying?”
He’s calling me Rebecca? This is bad.
The pain is not unbearable as yet but the more I breathe the tighter that vice clamps lower in my abdomen.
“I told you I love you.” I grit out, taking quiet breaths through my nose.
“Yeah, but that’s it isn’t it. It’s not loving that you have trouble with its trust.”
“That’s bullshit!” I yell, covering a whimper with the anger he’s evoking.
Trust? He thinks I have trust issues? I’m not the freaking one who refused to even have a normal relationship because of some floozy who’d rejected me and my family.
“No. Think about it. You spent years studying for and working towards something you hated because you didn’t trust your own parents to want you to be happy. Instead of just telling them you hid in that little apartment and wore your frumpy clothes just as your family wanted.”
“Because I knew what would happen! The minute Logan bucked against dad’s hold he-oh shiiiiiit.”
Looks like I’ma have to go with plan B after all because just then I get a mother of a spasm through my belly and I swear, if it wasn’t for the fact that some tiny part of me feels guilty about hurting him I would punch him in the throat when he pauses and rushes over, his arms sweeping me up before another syllable can leave my tightly clenched lips.
“Imp? What’s the matter? Oh fuck. Davy! Get your arse down here, I think it’s starting. I’m so sorry imp, really I am. Don’t worry baby, sshh, everything will be alright. Maybe don’t hit me quite so hard, I have to see out of that eye to drive the car. David!”
I’d laugh if I didn’t feel so sore and annoyed at the same time since he’s gone from zero to sixty so fast I have to remind myself that a minute ago he was yelling at me and saying some things I really did not enjoy hearing.
Asshole.
“Oh oooowie.”
After that little gasp it takes literally fifteen minutes for him to get us to the hospital-the trip should have taken about thirty fivish minutes-and when we get there Dr Brewer is waiting at the doors.
“Ease up on the hand there hun, I need them fingers to flip Devon off when this is all said and done. That’s a good lass, take a nice deep breathe and-no, no, no hitting hun.” Davy groans, wresting his abused fingers from my grip.
Chapter Twenty Eight
I’m sheepish and feel a little foolish the next morning when I get down to breakfast and have to spend the next few minutes trying to choke down toast while Devon not only glares daggers at me but out and out refuses to speak to me.
Okay, so maybe slapping him twice before the doctor had come in to tell us that I wasn’t in labour but experiencing Braxton Hicks gives him a bit of a reason to be pissed, but it’s not my fault! That shit had hurt.
The doctor had laughed his ass off when I’d started yelling that this is bullshit and told me kindly that if that hurt he didn’t want to see me when the real thing happened.
“I said I’m sorry.”
His eyes narrow on me before returning to his paper and the mountain of eggs Day had made him. Whydon’t I get eggs? I may or may not have side winded Day in the car and the kid’s giving me the cold shoulder.
Just about the only person not angry at me right now is Ry and then only because he’s over the top amused by my antics and mostly because he wasn’t there to get the short end of my temper.
“Are you two gonna be mad at me forever? I said I’m sorry. It just freaked me out and I started panicking when-”
I don’t get a chance to finish when Devon rises and walks out without a word, the front door slamming with a bang, letting me know exactly how he feels about my apology.
When my eyes start watering-pepper I tell you!-Day finally takes pity on me and flops down beside me, planting a kiss in my hair and giving me a quick squeeze.
“You buggered up royally hun and I’m not afraid to tell ya so. He’s not angry because of the false labour or even that you clocked him a good few times, he’s pissed that you keep shoving him away every time he gets close.” He says gently, making my eyes tear anew.
The pain in my chest is magnified by the truth of those words and I swallow convulsively, rubbing at the ache there. After my little oops we’d come home and he’d carried me up to the guest room and lowered me to the bed before leaving and coming back in with my clothes.
After the fourth trip and his stony silence I’d stopped trying to talk to him and flopped down admitting defeat.
He no longer wants me and after all my shit who the hell can blame him. I’m bereft and so…shamed by my actions I can’t look in the mirror. This morning I’d woken to the sounds of breakfast being made and resolved to go down and make things right.
The manila envelope sitting on my bedside table had severely undermined my confidence though because inside was what I can only assume is legal documents.
I’d shoved them under the mattress unread after the first word, ‘parental’, had caught my eye. I don’t have the courage to read it, not yet because I know I’ve seriously messed up and if I don’t find a way to fix this I’m facing the rest of my life alone as a single mother.
“I said I was sorry Day, what more can I do when he won�
�t even look at me or stay in the same room for longer than a few minutes?”
Day sits back with a huff and folds his arms over his chest, his bright blue eyes going hard and speculative as he keeps my gaze pinned.
“I dunno hun, why don’t ya tell me, because from the looks of those suitcases I saw standing beside your bed it seems you’re tucking bloody tail and running again.” He growls, his accusations hitting their mark.
“He doesn’t want-”
“He bloody loves you! What more do you want? He almost went mental when you pulled a runner on him and then finally when he could breathe easy again you dropped him at the first chance and ran off to Vegas-”
“I didn’t get married.”
“No, but you would have if that Dillon git hadn’t turned you down.” He yells and for the first time I see the dark side of laid back easy going David Baxter. “I love you, we all do but you have to know that if you cannot be the woman Dev needs its best that you move on and let him move on too. He was gutted after mum and dad passed but he picked up and went on so that he could care for us.
“Then he met GiGi and convinced himself that everything would be fine. She threw his offer of marriage back in his face and left him. You want to know what he said after that? He said that he would never do that to himself again, he would never trust another woman enough to be made to feel unworthy.”
My heart clenches at that because no matter how much I want to justify myself I know that what I did was on the same level. He’d let his guard down and spent months courting me because he wanted what he’s sworn never to want, someone who loved him, and I’d gone and thrown it back in his face.
I’d been angry and hurt and if I wasn’t so brain-dead from hormones I would have known that Devon would never do that. He’s honest to a fault. If he hadn’t wanted me he would have let me down easy and severed ties before finding another woman.
Jesus, I am a total idiot.
“Day-”
“Nah, listen I love you and I will always be here for you but make no mistake, Dev is and always will be my choice. That’s what you should feel and if you can’t maybe it’s best that you move on from us.” He says heavily, his mouth a thin slash of anger.
And I understand, as much as it hurts, that he’s right. Devon should come first with those he’s committed to. He should come first with me; he should have come first with me.
How am I gonna fix this?
“I love him. I want to fix this so bad Day, I just don’t know how. I’m, I’m so scared that he’s done and won’t…”
I can’t finish because I feel so wretched it’s impossible to speak around the heartache choking me.
At my words I see a smile bloom across his face and he nods his head subtly. When a pair of arms wrap around me I almost fold with relief, but it’s not Dev, its Ryan.
“Good, then let’s talk about what a brilliant lass like you will do to keep the man she loves. Incidentally, before we start, you should know that if you’re planning to keep your pride we shouldn’t even be planning.”
I groan at his words and my shoulders slump because if they’re throwing my pride out the back door already this is gonna be painful.
Aw crumpets.
“Lay it on me.”
Chapter Twenty Nine
Thanks to Devon’s speech yesterday and the fact that I’m shamefaced and still smarting from the hour long talk with his brothers I decided that I need to address a few other things in my life before I embark on the craziness that I’m planning for Devon.
So I’m now sitting in the passenger seat of my car, Ryan having driven me thanks to their veto on me going anywhere alone from now on, staring at the house I spent the first eighteen years of my life in.
My intentions are to do what I should have done months, no years ago, and talk to my parents like an adult. Devon’s right, I need to let go of this baggage I’ve been lugging around for years and that can only start if I trust the people I love instead of running from shit in case they disappoint me with their responses.
I really hate that he’s right but at the same time I’m grateful that he knows me well enough to see through my bullshitgood girl routine to the girl who’s frightened of being anything less than perfect.
“Get out of the car hun. I’ll be here.” Ryan says softly, giving me a gentle nudge. “You can do this.”
“Come in with me.”
“Nope. This is all you. If you hadn’t pissed Dev off so much the old chap would have gladly held your hand and gone in their as your shield but now…you’re on your own. Go.”
“You’ll be here?” I ask, throwing the door open and getting out.
I don’t get a reply and gasp in outrage when I pause at the door and hear the squeal of tires and see my car backing out of the drive, Ryan giving me a thumbs up and a wide smirk.
“I’ll be back for you in an hour hun! Go get em!”
“Sonofabitch.”
“Becky?”
I close my eyes and freeze when that soft hesitant voice meets my ears and I have to battle back the urge to cry. Breathing deeply through my nose I let out my breath and turn, willing myself to stay calm when my mother’s familiar, lovely face comes into view.
She’s exactly as I remember, exactly the way she’s always been with her salt and pepper hair falling just below her ears in a straight bob and-her face looks pale and strained, adding on at least ten years to her previously ageless face and I realize something must be wrong.
“Hi mama. I’m sorry I just showed up. If this is a bad time-”
“No! Please…don’t leave. I’ve missed you so much Becky.” She whispers raggedly, her eyes pleading with me when I would have turned away.
“I…I need to talk. To you and dad. Please.”
My voice comes out rock steady just the way I’d been practising all the way over in the car but inside I’m a jumbled mess of the old insecurity and fear of failing.
“Of course, uh, come in darling, dad is uh, you go on in to the formal sitting room and I’ll go call him.” she scuttles away before I can ask why she wants me in the room only used for guests and I find myself trudging in and sitting with a sigh, half afraid the antique kindling beneath me is gonna shatter and dump me on my ass.
Some furniture is just for show and definitely not designed for my pregnant ass but I stay where I am for a good ten minutes before checking my watch and peeking at the door.
The house is silent, totally at odds with the usual hustle and bustle of the staff and mama’s fundraising efforts. There are usually at least two assistants running around in harried panic and the housekeeper, Annie would have come to offer me something.
A shiver wracks me despite the heat and I fidget, blowing out an impatient breath when another five minutes pass with no results. Heaving myself up and out of the seat I let out a groan and thank God I made it.
It’s as I’m making my way to the front door that I hear the first sounds since getting here and I turn to see mama rushing towards me, dad a ways behind her.
“No, wait Becky! Please, just wait.”
I turn at the door and stand mute, waiting for her to make her way to me and drag me-
“No mama, I can’t sit in there. My ass is way too heavy for those sticks.” I grumble, pulling away gently.
Her eyes mist at the mention of my pregnancy and she pauses, her eyes skipping down to rest on my belly.
“Oh my baby, you’re-”
“Huge. I know.” I snort, trembling when she rests a gentle hand on me. Junior, the little attention hog chooses that moment to stretch and do a somersault in my overly cramped confines and mama giggles.
“No, you look lovely.” She whispers, smiling softly.
The expression on her face is wistful and I feel like shit when I realize that with my stupid stubbornness she’s lost out on almost all of my pregnancy.
Stupid.
“Thanks, but I have a mirror mama. This kid is like two times too big for the condo and h
e eats like a champion.”
“He’s a Slade then.”
The sound of dad’s voice is so loud I finally turn my eyes towards him and gasp when I see him properly for the first time in months. Gone is the robust giant of a man I remember and in his place is a sallow, leaner version.
“What the hell?”
“Ah sugarplum, let’s go on into the kitchen and talk while mama whips us up some coffee and cookies. I’ve got a lot to tell you and a lot of apologizing to do.”
I don’t eat or drink anything because I can’t possibly get anything down with this lump in my throat.
He tells me everything about the last few months and the pain and testing and…but I won’t focus on any of that, not after they tell me that the treatments worked and he’s in remission.
And then he apologizes for everything and I cry harder when he admits that the only reason he was so hard on us all is that he wanted to be sure we’d be okay when he was gone.
I can’t think about that without feeling my heart try to beat straight through my chest in fear. I’ve spent the last seven months of my life resenting my parents for hurting me when all along they’ve been going through hell.
Dad could have died thinking I hate him and don’t want him and mama in my life. My kid could have been born without his grand pappy and now, after messing up so monumentally there’s a chance he’s gonna be born with his time split between two households.
“I messed up dad.” I say after a while, breaking the comfortable silence. “I saw something and immediately thought the worst and now…”
“Aw sugarplum don’t cry. Tell me what’s up and we can fix it.” He soothes, his bony arms enfolding me for a split second before mama wrestles me away and shoves my face into her breasts.
I choke out a laugh and snort when the action brings on comfort instead of the horror I’d previously met it with. Mama’s got some big knockers and if I’m not careful I’ll be trying to climb my way out of them for the next year.
“Tell mama who hurt you and I’ll kick their asses.”
“No. Not…I did something dumb and now I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do to fix it.”
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