UnPlanned

by M. Piper

  “Right. On it.”

  I sit on the couch, wringing my hands together and staring at the floor as Ford grabs Carter and the stroller. He slams the door finally and the house is so silent you could hear a pin drop.

  “Wren. I need you to elaborate on what you just told me.” He’s kneeling on the floor in front of me still, unmoved from where he was when I blurted those words to him. I take a breath, and spill everything; worried if I stop I won’t keep going.

  “When I was nineteen I got pregnant.” I sigh. “I didn’t party a lot, but somewhere along the line I got pregnant. That part of my life is a blur. All I know is that I was a teenager having a baby and my parents were livid, to say the least.” I laugh, always laughing at the wrong times.

  “There’s nothing funny about this story, Wren. What happened to the baby?”

  “I had it. Full term, healthy pregnancy. I wanted to keep it…keep him. But I was a teenager and my parents have money. Money talks, even halfway across the country. I had no say in the matter.” I shake my head and take a deep breath. “I was forced to give it up for adoption. I never even got to see him. I pushed him out and they took him from the room. My parents weren’t even physically there for me. I was told everything was taken care of but every day I have to live with the fact that I gave my baby away without a fight and I have no clue if he’s living a good life, bad life, or if he’s even alive right now.”

  Holy shit.

  Holy fucking shit.

  “Wren…shit,” I whisper, then move to the couch to wrap my arms around her. It all makes sense. The look on her face when I told her about Carter wasn’t sadness that I have a kid, they were because she doesn’t have hers. I think back to the day I was handed Carter and thought my life was ending. Wren’s world ended the day they stole her baby from her. “Did you try ever fighting it? Once you were out of the hospital, did you try finding him?”

  “I did, but it was futile. My parents were so ashamed of me they made sure I could never get my hands on anything having to do with the adoption. It ruined me. I dropped out of school, lost a handful of jobs, and used every last penny I had saved up for me and the baby.”

  “God, babe, I’m so sorry.” I hug her tighter because I don’t know what else to do right now. She’s been holding this in and I almost feel like a dick for rubbing Carter in like I probably did, even though that’s not at all what I was meaning to do. He’s my boy, I’m proud of him and I was even more excited for Wren to meet him.

  “There’s nothing I can do but hope that he’s out there and healthy and happy.” She sighs and I’m honestly surprised her eyes are still dry after that. Hell, she’s got me choked up!

  “There has to be a way—”

  “No,” she cuts me off. “I’ve tried, and I’m ready to move on with my life. I just… I wanted to tell you all along but there was never the right time. I’m starting to feel something for you, Lincoln. Something that made you deserve to know everything about me.” She shakes her head and I press my lips to her forehead.

  “Yea, you could say that again,” I mumble.

  I love this girl. I fucking love her and I want her to be mine forever.

  And though I’ve never met them, I officially hate her parents for doing this to her.

  “Do you hate me because I gave my baby away?” She whispers weakly.

  I pull back and look at her… I really look at her. Jesus, she’s beautiful and her parents have ruined her.

  “I’m not certain I could ever hate you, Wren. I feel sorry for you. I hate your parents for doing this to you, but I don’t hate you.”

  “I could have fought them,” she whispers.

  “You know that’s a lie.” I press my lips to hers and she wraps her body around mine immediately, melting to my touch.

  “I love you, Lincoln West,” she whispers and it feels like something inside me has finally been set free. A weight’s finally been lifted…she fucking loves me!

  “Fuck, I love you too Wren.”

  “Are we okay?” She stops kissing me long enough to ask. “You’re sure you’re not mad I didn’t tell you sooner?”

  I smirk and she grins. “You had to make sure I wasn’t crazy first, right?”

  “Right.” She laughs and my hands find her sides and I start to tickle her to make her laugh more. God, her laugh is beautiful.

  “You two done yet? It’s hot as balls out here and I think Carter shit his pants.”

  “Shitah!” Carter yells from Ford’s arms and Wren tries to hold in a laugh as I glare at my brother.

  “Dude!” I yell. “Come on, we talked about this!”

  “Sorry. It’s super hot though.”

  “Come on in, we’re done.” Wren says, standing from the couch and pecking me on the cheek. She walks over to Ford and takes Carter from him. “I got this one. Holy moly, buddy!” she wails, laughing.

  “You need some help? I can help,” I blurt and she throws me a look so I stop.

  “I change diapers every day at work, Lincoln. I think I can handle one poopy diaper.”

  I smile and watch her head to Lincoln’s bedroom and Ford slaps me on the shoulder.

  “But for real, man. Do I need to clean the couch now?”

  I slug his arm and he laughs.

  “We didn’t do it. I savor my women a little more than you do, apparently. Ten minutes isn’t long enough for that.”

  He laughs and shakes his head.

  “You got a winner, big bro. I’m only slightly jealous.”

  “You should be. She’s awesome. I’m going to marry her one day.”

  “So soon?” His eyebrows raise and he takes a step back.

  “When you know you know, little brother. Hopefully one day you know what it feels like to be this in love with someone.” I smile at him and he chuckles, shaking his head.

  “I’m happy for you. I am. But that’s not for me.” He tosses me a water bottle and chugs one down himself. “So if she moves in I don’t have to move out, do I?”

  “Things not going so well with Stacey…Stella…what’s her name?”

  “Susan. She’s fucking crazy, Linc. I need to get the rest of my shit out of her house before she burns it all.”

  I bark out a laugh and Wren walks back in wearing a smile on her face and Carter on her hip. Watching her with my son feels so perfect and makes my heart swell for both of them. He’s taken to her and she’s a damn natural with him, going through the cabinets like she’s lived here all along to find him a snack. Putting him in his highchair without asking for assistance. How in God’s name did I get so lucky?

  “I’m heading out with Reagan tonight,” Ford says, interrupting the silence of me watching this girl take over my life.

  “Where ya headed?”

  “Some casino. I don’t know, she’s dragging me along.” He grabs a handful of baby puffs and shoves some in his mouth. “These fings are amafing,” he says with a full mouth and Wren slaps at him.

  “Gross,” she mutters, rolling her eyes with a smile on her face.

  “You two don’t have too much fun tonight without me.” He nods and heads to the shower, turning it on a second later.

  “Your brother seems like a really good guy. I’m glad he has you.”

  “He’s young and crazy.”

  “He’s only what, a year younger than you?” She quirks an eyebrow at me and I chuckle.

  “Yeah. But I’m a cranky old man.”

  She walks over and straddles me, resting her hands on the sides of my head. God the things I could do to her right now…but can’t because there’s a kid eating his snack right across the room from us.

  “You’re my cranky old man, though.” She presses a kiss to my nose then hops up. “Where are his sippy cups?”

  “Here, let me,” I say but she stops me with a spin of her heel and a raised eyebrow.

  “I can do it.”

  “Right,” I laugh, holding my hands up and sitting back down. “Second cabinet from the left.”


  She hops to work and keeps Carter entertained while he’s eating his snack.

  “You’re a natural, Wren.” I say it without thinking that it could make her upset, but she smiles.

  “Thanks. I enjoy kids.”

  “We’re pretty darn lucky to have you, aren’t we Carter?”

  He smiles and slaps his tray then asks for more, making Wren laugh.

  The three of us spend the entire day together playing and being absolutely lazy. After getting Carter down to bed, I walk into the living room and stop in my tracks to admire the sight in front of me. I didn’t think it took too long to get him down, but it was long enough for her to find some paper and a pencil and go to town on something. She’s curled up on the couch and with the TV on she’s not paying a lick of attention to me, her eyes trained solely on the pad of paper in her lap.

  The concentration in her eyes right now, and her damn tongue sticking out slightly like it is, is the hottest fucking thing. Her fingers move along the paper as she scratches away with the pencil, putting a lot of detail into whatever she’s doing.

  “Whatchya drawing?” I whisper, finally, when she glances up at me. Her face softens from the concentration and she shrugs.

  “Nothing much. It just helps me relax.” She shuts the notebook and pats the couch. “Wanna watch a movie?”

  “Whatever you want to do.” I smile. “Beer?”

  “Please.” She sighs and stretches out on the couch. When I walk back into the room, I eye the notepad she was drawing in but she’s placed her phone and a magazine on top of it so I don’t bring it up again, though the itch to eye what she was so focused on is intense.

  “Funny, drama, or chick flick?” she mutters, her eyes trained on the TV as I hand her the beer I cracked open for her.

  “Doesn’t matter,” I whisper, unable to take my eyes off her. She flicks her gaze to me as she takes a drink and grins, her eyes creasing in the corners as she smiles at me. She watches me, slowly setting her beer on the table, then grins.

  “What?” she whispers.

  “You’re perfect, you know that?” I sound like a sap but it’s the truth.

  She laughs and shakes her head. “You’re a senile old man.” She nudges my leg and I pull her to me and kiss her like my life depends on it…because I’m starting to realize it does. She hums into my kiss then her tongue darts out to taste mine. We shift, the remote falling to the floor on her way over to straddle my lap and I pull back and smirk at her.

  “We have to be quiet,” I whisper.

  “I can do that.” She beams, pressing her lips to my neck.

  “I’ve been wanting to do this all day,” I whisper.

  “We’ve had a pretty busy day. I’m surprised you’ve even been able to think about this,” she says, gasping as my hands roam under her shirt and find her tits.

  “Tell me you haven’t,” I growl, and grind up against her to show her just how much I’ve been thinking about it. Her eyes flutter closed and she smiles, her hands going to the back of my head and gently rubbing my hair.

  “It’s been difficult, but I’ve tried not obsessing over it.” She smirks at me and slams her lips to mine and I lose my composure. She rips my shirt over my head and I do the same with hers then start working her shorts.

  “Is it safe out here?” She manages to murmur as her lips trail my skin. God, those lips feel delicious. Like heaven.

  “Carter can’t get out of his crib and Ford won’t be home for hours. The house is ours for the taking,” I grumble, my hands gripping her waist to force her to stand so I can get these damned shorts off her. She giggles and shimmies them down then moves for the waistband of my pants. Soon, we’re skin on skin and I finally feel complete.

  “Bedroom. You deserve to be worshipped somewhere other than a couch,” I whisper, grabbing her ass and forcing a giggle out of her as we tiptoe past Carter’s room and into my bedroom.

  Her body’s buzzing with need as I lay her on the bed and tower over her. She looks at me with hunger in her eyes. Biting her lip, she spreads her legs and grins.

  “Fuck that’s hot,” I moan, crawling up the bed and layering her skin with kisses.

  She sighs and stretches out under me. Her body reacts everywhere my lips flutter and when I make it to her hardened nipples and bite down ever so slightly she pushes up and gasps loud.

  “Ah!” She hisses. I pull back and, with my thumb still playing the hard pebbles, grin at her.

  “That’s getting too loud, Wren,” I whisper.

  “You bit my nipple!” she whisper-shrieks so I dip my head and do it again and this time she moans, arching her back and pushing her tits in to my face. I grin and continue tasting every part of her body that she lets me.

  I‘ll never get enough of this girl.

  I’ve never felt this way with any man, and maybe it’s because I’ve never loved someone the way I love Lincoln, but he does something to me that’s unexplainable. His lips on me? Fuck that’s good.

  I let my hands roam his hair as his lips devour my body. Just watching him worship me like this has me way wetter than I’ve ever been.

  He crawls down my body and smirks at me, that damn dimple doing too many things to my libido, and dips his head between my legs and I gasp.

  “Shit!” I huff, trying to stay quiet but he’s making it mega difficult. He chuckles, the low rumble from his lips buzzing on my clit. “Fuck me, Lincoln,” I whisper. He looks up at me, his tongue darting out and swiping one long stroke, making me take a deep breath and squeeze my eyes closed.

  “I kind of like watching you break underneath me, Wren.” He smirks. “There’s not much else better than watching you lose control.” He slides his fingers in me and strokes me from the inside and I shudder a breath, fluttering my eyes closed.

  “Fuck,” I manage.

  “Exactly. Though I do like being inside you a little bit more.”

  The bed shifts and I open my eyes, locking onto his right as he slips his fingers out and slides inside me.

  “Fuck that’s good,” he huffs, his hands on my thighs. He glances down and smirks. “Good Lord, it’s hot watching this, Wren.” He pumps into me a few times, his face full of concentration and when his eyes hit mine there’s so much love in them I almost start to cry.

  “It feels too good, Lincoln.” I whimper.

  He lets out a breath and grabs my ankles. I lift my legs for him and he rests my ankles on his shoulders and he dips his hips harder, hitting places in me I didn’t know could be hit.

  “Ah, shit!” I yell and he reaches down, clamping a hand on my mouth.

  “Don’t wake the sleeping child. I swear to God this is too good to stop right now,” he grits out, thrusting hard into me.

  I reach down and let my fingers go to work, playing tight circles on my clit and letting him pump inside me.

  “So hot,” he huffs, his movements becoming less rhythmic.

  “I’m close,” I whimper. “Oh God don’t stop.”

  He lets out a moan and thrusts hard, hitting so deep it’s pain and pleasure mixing together to send me spinning into an explosive orgasm. The noises coming out of me can’t be me. All I know is, if everything in the world seems to stop except for this one connection. This is all that matters. I hear him grunt and let out a few curse words and as soon as I start coming down from my orgasm I feel him release into me, his pulsing releasing his own orgasm and he groans, cursing under his breath.

  “Holy—” he starts then takes a deep breath and lets it out.

  “Fuck.” I pant. He smirks slowly at me and kisses my legs before letting them fall and sliding to wrap his arms around me.

  “You’re goddamned perfect, Wren,” he whispers, kissing my shoulder. “So perfect.”

  His lips leave a trail of kisses on my shoulder and his arms tighten around me. Within minutes he’s fast asleep and I’m staring at the ceiling of his room wondering how I got so lucky to deserve him. I’ve done nothing in this world that makes me wort
hy of his love, let alone the love of his entire family. Spending today with the two of them, pretending that I was really part of their world…it was beautiful and heartbreaking. They aren’t mine, but God I want them to be.

  I lie there until I hear Carter start to wrestle in his sleep. I glance at the clock and see it’s almost two am and Lincoln is fast asleep. I plant a gentle kiss on his forehead and sneak out of bed, grabbing one of his t-shirts and my discarded panties before heading to Carter’s room. By the time I make it in he’s almost in meltdown mode but the minute he sees me his face morphs into a full blown need and his arms fly for me.

  “En!” he says, pulling his arms towards me. I can’t help but smile and my heart melts that he’s already learning a name for me. ‘En’… I’ll take it. I lift him out of his crib, not even sure what Lincoln does when he wakes up in the middle of the night, and start to rock him in the chair. This little man’s a ladies man.

  “It took your daddy well over a month to steal my heart, you know that?” I whisper, rocking him back to sleep. His face relaxes and his mouth pops open and when tiny snores start coming out of him I know he’s out but I can’t stop rocking him. I let my fingers trace his pudgy little cheeks and draw a line down his very straight lined tiny nose.

  That nose feels familiar…

  I sigh and continue tracing his beautiful, tiny features. His fingers wrap around mine as I play with the pudgy little digits and I smile.

  “I think I’ve fallen in love with you in a week. You’re gonna have all the girlfriends when you grow up and your dad’s going to be beating them off with a stick,” I whisper, smiling down at him.

  “You’re a natural.” My eyes fly to the door that I left open and I see Ford leaning against the doorframe. He’s definitely hot, and in the dark room with the moonlight shining in I could see how he gets the cocky persona he shines bright every day. He’s no Lincoln, but good genes run in the family. What Lincoln lacks in intimidation, however, Ford definitely picks up on.

  “Thanks.” I smile down at Carter and try my hardest not to make this awkward. “I’m not sure what I did to deserve this,” I whisper down at this sleeping angel.