“Well, my hopes aren’t up, but I just need you to go with me. Please,” I plead with my eyes. He’s sitting across the table from me going over emails in his phone.
“Of course, sweetheart. If she’s not legit, I’ll be able to tell. I can call in a favor as well if I have to.” He takes a sip of his coffee that has been sitting untouched for the last twenty minutes. “The guys from the firm could do a more thorough search,” he clarifies.
“Perfect.” I smile back weakly. I notice how busy he is and hate interrupting him when he’s catching up on work stuff. “Well, I’m going to go shower and get ready for the day. I’m sure there’s something I’m supposed to be doing. An appointment, fitting, or something.” I sigh.
I notice my phone flashing before I get undressed.
Cora: 9-1-1. Call me.
Shit.
“What’s wrong?” I ask as soon as she picks up.
“I’m…oh, god…” She’s breathing heavily. “I think…I’m…shit.”
“Cora? Speak English. What happened?”
“I missed my period,” she finally blurts out. I stifle a laugh as I put two-and-two together.
“Cora…breathe. Is Simon home?”
“No! The bastard left for his dad’s cabin this morning.” I know she’s overreacting, but for Cora, she’s panicking.
“Okay, I’m getting in the shower now. I’m coming over with a test, chocolate, and tums.”
“Tums?” she asks.
“If you’re pregnant, you should be feeling heartburn any day now,” I reply with a smile although she can’t see me.
“Don’t say the P word. I’m not. I can’t be.”
I laugh. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t aware it suddenly became a swear word.”
“Shut up. I hate you right now. This isn’t funny. Oh, my god. My life is over,” she spits out dramatically.
Yup…she’s pregnant.
I fill Bentley in as soon as I finish getting dressed. He looks disappointed that I’m leaving just as he got back, but once I fill him in, he soon understands. He’s used to Cora 9-1-1 dilemmas.
“We’ll talk about what you wanted to discuss when I get back, okay?” I wrap my arms around his neck, showing him how desperate I am to have alone time with him.
“All right. Don’t be too long. Tell Cora I want my fiancée back home soon. Preferably in one piece.”
“I’ll be fine.” I kiss him softly. “Love you.”
By the time I arrive at Cora’s, she’s hovering over the toilet. She doesn’t look too well, so I put a cold washcloth over her forehead.
“You look like shit.”
“And you look like the fucking Queen.”
“That’s the Cora I know and love.”
“This sucks ass, Celia. Seriously. I’m on the pill. This isn’t supposed to happen.”
“You’re aware the pill is only ninety-seven percent effective, right?”
“I thought that was just something they had to print on the box? You know…to avoid lawsuits and shit.”
I purse my lips. “No…it’s on there to actually tell you there’s always a three percent chance you’ll get pregnant.”
“Son-of-a-bitch.”
I walk to the kitchen, grab a bottle of water, and hand it to her. “Drink this, mama. You need to stay hydrated.”
“Don’t call me that. Seriously, Simon is going to freak.”
I narrow my brows at her. “Why? You guys are married. You both have jobs. You have a home, two cars, and life together. Most people would die for the stability you guys have created. This is actually a perfect time to have a baby.” I try to calm her, but Cora is anything but calm.
“Exactly. It was perfect. Now I’m going to get what…cramps. Fat. Ginormous boobs. Gas. Oh, god.” She sinks to the floor, covering her face up.
“Your child will definitely have a career in drama.”
“I hate you,” she mumbles.
“All right, get up. Time to pee.”
She groans, finally getting off the floor. I hand her the test and smile. “Do you know how to use this?”
“I’ve taken a few tests in my day, thank you,” she snarls.
“Well, then, stop being a pussy and take it already.”
She rolls her eyes as she starts unbuttoning her jeans. “God, I can’t wait until you’re knocked up.”
“Let’s hope you don’t have to drag me off the bathroom floor.”
She chuckles lightly as she angles herself and aims for the stick. I try not to laugh, but the way she’s sitting has me bursting out unintentionally.
“Stop laughing at me. I’m going to end up peeing on myself.” She laughs with me, unable to control it anymore.
“Well, at least I got you off the floor and laughing.” I smirk.
She’s finally successful on aiming for the stick. She covers it and sets it on the counter. I start my phone timer for three minutes, anxiously waiting to see that little plus line.
“You’ll make a good mom,” I say sincerely. “You know you have me. And Katelynn. And hopefully, Simon.” I laugh. “You’ll have us all.”
Her lips curve into a small smile, her head nodding. “I know. I’m just scared. Simon and I are just getting our careers off the ground. I don’t want to mess up what we have.”
“It’s normal to be scared, Cora. But it won’t mess anything up. You guys are going to be the most adorable family,” I gush.
She closes the gap between us and wraps her arms around me. “Thanks, Celia. I love you.”
I hug her back, telling her I love her, too. The moment feels surreal. We’ve been through almost everything together. Since we were kids, we’ve experienced so much together and now here we were about to find out whether or not she is expecting. It feels good knowing I have someone solid like her in my life.
My phone beeps, alerting us it’s time.
“Ready?” I ask, smiling.
She nods. “You look for me.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. Just tell me.”
“All right.” I turn around and grab the stick. I can’t stop the smile that spreads wildly across my face. Cora’s about to become a mom.
“Well?” she asks anxiously from behind me. “Don’t leave me hanging!” I feel her bouncing back and forth between her feet.
I spin around, trying to cover up the stupid grin on my face. “It’s…” She raises her brows, waiting for me to finally tell her, and then I smile and laugh lightly as I continue, “positive!”
Her expression drops as her eyes widen in fear. “No…really?” she asks, almost giddy. “Don’t fuck with me, Celia.”
I laugh at her bluntness. “I’m not. Swear to god. See?” I show her the dark, pink plus sign that proves it all. “Congrats! I’m so happy for you!” I wrap her in a hug as I feel her body convulsing with tears. I know she’s worried, but she has nothing to worry about, because she and Simon are going to make wonderful parents.
Chapter Twelve
Bentley
OUR LIVES WEREN’T always this confusing. There was a time when Ceci was going to college and I was driving to Omaha twice a week to teach kickboxing classes. Moving to Lincoln to be close to her was the best decision of my life. It gave us the time to just be together without any of the drama or spotlight. We became isolated in our little bubble, only coming up for air when necessary. At times, it was near perfect.
Now our lives are a breathing nightmare. I don’t feel secure anymore. It feels as if our safe little bubble has been popped, and there’s no way to get back in. Our security blanket has been ripped from underneath us, and the only way to surface is to go through the agony and pain of what’s to come.
Ceci’s happy at her new job. It’s been two weeks since her interview and she started almost immediately. Every night she comes home with a bright smile on her face, telling me everything she learned. Her boss, Coach Tanner, is the one training her. He’s an older guy in his fifties, so I feel a bit more comfortable with her
spending time with him all day. Although she has a degree in sports management, she needs some on-the-job training. College baseball season just started, so it’s fortunate she’s a fast learner.
We talked briefly a couple weeks ago about my decision to step back from modeling, but knowing I have contracts, I can’t just quit. Now that she’s working, she’s much more understanding of my demanding schedule. So far, I’ve been able to get Angie to postpone some of the stuff she had booked. She always preferred I did face-to-face interviews, but I told her she’s going to have to accept phone-only interviews for a while. I also told her shoots needed to be national from now on. All the overseas traveling is starting to become too much, especially when the wedding is only three months away.
“Hey, babe!” Ceci calls as she walks in the door. She heads right for me at the breakfast bar and gives me a quick kiss on the cheek. “How was your day?”
“Fine, how was yours?” I fold the newspaper up that I was reading.
“Great. I think I’m finally getting the hang of it. They moved me into my own office today and even started giving me a schedule. I start working one-on-one with the players at the end of the week.”
“Awesome.” I smile and spin around, facing her as she sets her things on the kitchen table. “Any chance you get off early tomorrow night?”
She wrinkles her forehead for a moment before answering. “I can ask. Why? What’s tomorrow?”
I raise my brows at her. Clearly, she wouldn’t forget. Girls don’t forget their birthdays.
“Um…the fourteenth.”
“Oh, my god. Is it really?” she gasps. “Wow, I didn’t even realize it was the middle of the month already. I’ve been so busy lately. Totally blew past the dates.”
I sit awkwardly, wondering if she would’ve even realized it had I not mentioned it.
“So…” I step off the stool and walk toward her. “Any chance I can have my fiancée for one night?” I wrap my arms around her. “You use to go nuts over your birthday.”
“I only went nuts because it meant I’d for sure have you all to myself.”
“Well, I can do one better. You can have me to yourself as long as you want.”
She smiles widely. “Then I will definitely get done early.” I lean in and kiss her. The past two weeks have been a bit rocky with her starting the job, the emails from Ava, and the press still pushing for comments.
I have something romantic planned, as usual. The past couple of years we were traveling during her birthday. Since I never knew the area well, we’d stay locally around the hotel and find cool things to do. But this year, I wanted it to be extra special.
“We could always start the activities early,” I suggest, cupping her face and leaning in to kiss her. “You know, just in case we don’t have time to fit everything in.” I smirk seductively against her mouth.
“Since when have you not been able to fit everything in?” she teases.
“Touché.” I crush my lips to hers, desperate to feel her against me. I know she’s been holding a lot in lately, not wanting to express how upset she is about everything. I know she’s overwhelmed, so I want to help her relieve some of that stress. “Let’s get these clothes off,” I offer, pulling her jacket down her shoulders. She continues stroking her tongue with mine as we fight to get her shirt off next.
“Strip,” she says, taking me off guard. She begins taking her shoes and jeans off. She points a finger up and down my body. “Strip, mister. I’m not going to be the only one naked.”
A smile spreads widely across my face, as I happily oblige. “Someone’s in a hurry.”
I watch as she pulls her panties down to the floor and unhooks her bra. “My body’s missed you. It’s not in a very patient mood right now.” Her voice is laced with seduction, grabbing my cock’s attention instantly.
As soon as I’m finished tearing everything off, I grab her around the waist and immediately guide her body to mine.
“I like the way you think,” I growl, setting her up on the kitchen table. “Patience was never a good quality of mine anyway.”
She laughs, tilting her head back. “That’s an understatement.” My lips find her neck, immediately drawn to her blistering skin. Her body is on fire, her nails clawing at me to get inside her.
“So anxious…”
She begins stroking my cock as my lips surrender to the skin just below her collarbone. I moan against her flesh, loving the way her hands work me. She’s aggressive in her touch, but not to the point where it’s too much—it’s fucking perfect.
“Mm…” I hear a throaty moan release from her lips.
“Lean back,” I order, standing up. With her ass on the table and legs around my waist, I release one of her legs and push it back toward her face. “Let’s see how stretched out for me you are.” I grin widely, knowing she’s always stretched out for me.
“Like you need to doubt me,” she mocks, stretching her leg higher. I grip my cock in one hand as I hold her thigh up with the other. I rub against her slit torturously, making sure she’s wet and ready.
“Fuck, you’re wet.” I push in slightly, just enough to make her back arch in anticipation. The tight sensation is almost too much, but god, it’s amazing.
“Ah, god…” Her head falls back as she tries to reach anything to grip.
I push all the way in, letting her body get used to it before thrusting against her. She relaxes, taking everything in easily.
“Jesus Christ,” I growl, clenching my eyes closed. My body heats—overwhelming love and anticipation taking over. I pull out before driving back in harder and deeper, nearly taking her over the edge. Her fingers claw at my arms, grasping for any kind of support. I lean down, allowing her to hold me as her body clenches around me. “Yes, baby…let go,” I demand.
Her eyes pop open on command, but rather than overwhelming euphoria as expected, I see fear.
“Stop!” she shouts. “Please, stop.” Her body goes rigid, pushing me away and finding her footing.
“W-What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Are you all right?” I spit out frantically. I have no idea what I did, but she’s completely panicking. She climbs off the table and begins grabbing her clothes off the floor, covering herself up. “Ceci, talk to me.” I grab my briefs and slip them on quick.
“I-I can’t…I just need a moment, please.” She begins sobbing, something I haven’t seen her do in years.
“Ceci, you’re killing me…” I try to grab her, but she races down the hallway, closing the bedroom door behind her.
Shit.
Chapter Thirteen
Cecilia
Time to take action
I DON’T EVEN know what happened, or how. Bentley and I have been together several times in the past two weeks, but suddenly, tonight something changed.
I love when Bentley is spontaneous and just picks me up and sets me anywhere when he has that wanton need and desire to have me. I live for moments like that with him, so when flashes started spiraling into my mind of him and Hannah, I couldn’t take it anymore. I felt physical pain as my mind replayed the dream, making me feel ill at the image.
I don’t know why my mind is trying to kill me, but it feels like I’m at war. I love Bentley and want nothing more than to share my life with him, but it’s starting to haunt me in a way I can’t control anymore. I don’t know how to move on from something I can’t change.
“Ceci, please…talk to me.” I hear his pleas from outside the door. God, I’m so embarrassed. I feel sick. I don’t know how to explain to him what I feel—or rather see. This is such a disaster.
“I just need a moment,” I say, hoping he can understand that I need to figure out my own feelings before I can even try to explain them to him.
“All right…” I hear the worry in his voice. “I’ll be right here. I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.” He voice is sweet, tender. He’s not demanding or impatient, but rather, I hear the heartbreak in his tone.
I take a few moments to
compose myself, putting my clothes back on before facing him. I hardly know what to say, but I know I owe him something. I’ve never run out on him before like that.
I inhale. Then I take a deep breath before I exhale slowly. I grip the door handle and slowly open it. Bentley’s standing against the wall, looking defeated and worried. As soon as he sees me, he pushes himself off and closes the gap between us.
“Are you okay? God, I…I’m sorry. Just tell me what happened, and I can fix it.” His words are rushed, eager to do whatever it takes to make me feel better.
“Bentley, stop,” I tell him before he starts freaking out. “It’s nothing you did. And it’s nothing you can fix.”
“I don’t understand.” His face drops worried I’m about to give him bad news.
I turn around and walk to the bed, motioning for him to follow me. I sit down and wait for him to sit next to me, knowing I need to just spill it.
“I had a dream a couple of weeks ago…” I pause, needing to take a deep breath before continuing. “At first, it was you and me, and the next it was you and Hannah. I woke up, gasping for air and sweating. I ended up throwing up twice at the images alone, and then they kind of started haunting me randomly.” I feel his body tense as I talk about Hannah. “Tonight, they came back. It was out of nowhere. One minute it was just you and I on the table, and the next I was above watching you with Hannah…” I bow my head, feeling embarrassed. “I started to feel sick the second the images came to mind and that’s when I freaked out. It was the only way to stop them,” I explain.
“Why didn’t you tell me this before?”
I shrug. “Because it was only a dream. I felt better when you arrived home and things were fine. I mean, we’ve been intimate since then, so there was really no reason to say anything. I knew you were already stressing over her, and I didn’t want to add to it.”
He cups my face, tilting my chin up toward him. “You should always tell me these kinds of things, even if you think I’m too stressed. I want to be able to help.”
“But that’s just it—” My voice gets louder. “You can’t help me. You can’t do anything about it. I know she means nothing to you, yet my mind keeps torturing me. I just…I just need to wait it out. It’ll go away, eventually.”
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