Don't Walk Away: A Second Chance Fake Fiance Romance

by Eva Luxe

  “Was that Eve leaving just now?” asked Darren, popping his head around the corner. When my mother and I said our goodbyes, I was overwhelmed with joy and found myself crying happy, cleansing tears.

  I nodded in response to his question.

  “You’re crying, but you’re smiling?” he asked, understandably confused.

  I laughed, brushing away my tears.

  “Yes! This was a happy visit and these are happy tears. Thank you so much for going to her and making things right.”

  He sighed, relieved, like the weight of the world had just been lifted off of his shoulders.

  “Phew! I’m glad to hear that. Because I have something that I need to say before anything else happens.”

  “Okay,” I told him. “Because my mom said you had something to tell me…”

  “Shhhhh,” he said, interrupting me from continuing my train of thought.

  He came over to where I sat on the bed as if he couldn’t wait another second, knelt down in front of me, and held my hand.

  “Hope, I love you. I want to be with you forever. Please stay with me,” he said. “Don’t leave after the baby is born. I’ll still pay you, of course. I’ll pay you whatever you want. What’s mine is yours. Just don’t leave the baby and me. Or Bryant either. We need you.”

  He was pleading, begging me to stay. The timidity in his voice let me know that he was baring his soul in hopes that I wouldn’t shatter his poor little heart to pieces.

  “I love you, too, Darren,” I admitted to him. “And I need you, too. I’ll never leave if you don’t want me to. I love you too much to leave. And it’s not because of the baby. The baby is just the icing on the cake. I love you for the man that I’ve grown to know. I love you for the beautiful, kind-hearted, and generous man that you are on the inside. And not only that, you are beautiful on the outside, too.”

  He looked at me as if he were trying to see if I was playing a joke on him or lying. When he saw that I wasn’t, he reached up and took me into the tightest hug that he could muster. For a second, I thought that he was going to squeeze all of the breath out of my body. But, I didn’t care because feeling the genuineness of his love made my heart happy.

  He scooped me up in his arms and then he laid me on the kitchen counter.

  “There are a lot of things I’ve been wanting to do to you,” he said, as he tore off my clothes and then his. “And I’d better fit them all in before your baby bump gets too big.”

  “Oh really?” I asked, looking up at him as he spread my legs and stuck his cock into my willing pussy. I seemed to be perpetually wet for him. “What other things do you want to do with me?”

  “Oh, I have a certain fantasy of walking through the woods, carrying you while I fuck you,” he said. “I built this house for me, but now it’s become ours, and that just seems like the perfect thing to do to christen it.”

  “Wow,” I said, liking the idea. “Let’s go outside and do it.”

  “Nah,” he said, shrugging and smiling. “It needs to be snowing outside. But for now, we have this perfectly good kitchen counter.”

  “We sure do,” I told him.

  He pinched my nipples and I jumped even more than usual, surprised at how much it hurt.

  “I think they’re sensitive,” I joked.

  “Oh yeah,” he said. “You’re pregnant now. And I’m truly happy about that.”

  “Me too,” I told him. “Now that everything’s straightened out with us, I couldn’t be happier.”

  “How’s this?” he asked, moving his hand down to my clit and rubbing it.

  “Oh, my God,” I said. “That feels even better than usual. My nerve endings must be extra sensitive due to the pregnancy.”

  “I think it increases blood flow,” he agreed.

  He thrust in and out of me, rubbing my clit until I was close to coming. Out of habit, he grabbed my hair and said, “Come for me.” Then, he let go and said, “Sorry. Sorry. I almost forgot you were pregnant. How could I forget already? I just got caught up in the moment and lost my mind. You do have that effect on me.”

  “It’s fine,” I laughed. “You can still pull my hair, even though I’m pregnant. And get back to it, please, because I’m about to cum.”

  “Oh, good.”

  Relieved, he grabbed a hold of my hair and really pulled it hard. I went with the rhythm of his cock slapping into my pussy on the granite countertop until both of us were coming.

  “This feels so good,” he said, as he shot his cum into me. “This is exactly what I love to feel.”

  “Me too,” I told him, as both of us panted and grunted.

  Then, he pulled me up close against his tattooed chest and whispered, “I love you, Hope. Thank you for having my baby.”

  He truly loved me. I had never been so happy.

  “I love you, too, Darren. And I’m glad to live here with you forever.”

  Chapter 36 – Darren

  8 Months Later

  Christmas carols floated through the air in my house on Christmas eve, mixed with the pleasant sound of polite conversation and laughter. My house had never been so alive, so full of love.

  Harlow, Ramsey, and Jensen Bradford were all there with their wives and children. The toddlers, Drew and James, played cars on a race track with my son Bryant. Our fellow former SEAL, Larson was there too, with his wife Brynn. He had adopted her son, Caleb, who was the oldest of the bunch and who was alternating between playing cars with Drew and Bryant and James, and wandering over to where Harlow and Whitney’s now nearly one year old daughter, Bella, was playing blocks in the corner.

  “Boom!” Caleb said, knocking over some blocks and causing Bella to laugh and stack them up again.

  “Boom, boom, boom!” Bella repeated, before going back to blowing raspberries.

  Caleb was really good with younger kids, and enjoyed helping her stack the blocks back up. I hoped that Bryant would be as good with his younger sibling— we had decided not to find out if it was a girl or a boy, and instead be surprised after the baby’s birth, which, judging from the size of Hope’s baby bump and her overdue due date, could be any day now.

  The baby was supposed to be here by Christmas but it turned out babies have their own ways of doing things and sometimes like to take their own sweet time. I had decided long ago that whenever the baby wanted to make his or her arrival would be fine with me, even though I was rather impatient.

  I realized now, though, that some things had to be worth waiting for, and were. I was also treasuring the time together with Bryant, making up for lost weeks and months and years, before his baby sibling arrived. I hoped he wouldn’t be jealous and that instead we could all be a happy family.

  Everyone was in a great mood. It was like the accident had never happened and we were just five happy families enjoying our holiday together. Plus Eve was there, of course, as was my mother. Bryant had been really enjoying living with Hope and me, but he always loved when Grandma came over to visit, or when we went over to her house. Those two would always have a very special bond thanks to how she had cared for him when I needed her to the most.

  “Hope, you look absolutely amazing,” said Ramsey’s wife Monica. “Do you mind if I touch? I always hated when people just did that to me without asking.

  “Go right ahead,” Hope answered, giggling, while Monice rubbed her very pregnant belly. “And thank you for the compliment. I hope that I look a lot better than I have been feeling these days.”

  That got laughter from everyone in the house.

  “Is everyone ready to eat?” called Eve from the kitchen.

  She was looking better than ever and had insisted on coming over and cooking for the party. She didn’t usually cook or clean any more, as she had enough money to live on and we had hired someone new quite a while back.

  I had told her that she didn’t have to cook today, either, but she said that she would be glad to do that for her future son-in-law, daughter, and grandchild. She was quite insistent on c
alling me her future son in law, so I knew I should get the ball rolling with plans to make that official soon. I could tell that Hope was happy to have her there doing what she loved, and that Eve of course enjoyed cooking Christmas dinner, so I didn’t put up much of a protest, even though I would have rather her just rest instead of slave over the stove.

  Eve had been seeing some of the best doctors in the country. I had told them to find the best treatment and that I would pay for it, whatever the cost.

  It seemed that as soon as she started being treated by the doctors, her condition improved dramatically. She came right back to working for me, even though I told her that I would have to find someone to replace her. There was no way that my child’s grandmother was going to be working for me or anyone else if I had anything to do with it.

  So, as far as I was concerned, the day she insisted on coming back was the last day she was ever going to work for me. She took her time, making everything sparkle and shine, for her last time being my housekeeper.

  At dinner, I felt like I wanted to make a speech.

  “Can I have everyone’s attention, please?” Everyone turned to look at me and the music was turned all the way down.

  “Thank you all so much for joining us here today. Your love and support means the world to me. I know that it has not been easy with all that we have been through, but I am happy that we are able to spend time together as we prepare for a new chapter of our lives. Cheers.”

  Everyone raised their glasses and called out “cheers”.

  “I’d like to say something, too,” said Ramsey, standing up. “I am so grateful that we are here with you today. For a while, I thought that we would never come back together. And the fact that you welcomed us into your home to celebrate Christmas and the birth of your new child says a lot. We love you, man.”

  Ramsey and I hugged like long lost brothers. And soon, the rest of the Bradford brothers joined us, as did Larson. Because, that’s what we really were.

  Ramsey had saved my life. And Harlow had helped me restore it. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for them.

  I motioned to Hope, and she came over to join the hug. Her hair smelled like cinnamon as I pulled her in close to me.

  “Have you been baking?” I asked her.

  “Perhaps I got up earlier than you to make you one of my famous apple pies,” she said.

  I laughed, and kissed her. Bryant had been busy with his toys, but— never one to want to be left out— he bounded over to us to join in the group hug, as did my mom, and the rest of the women who had been at the table.

  “I love you, Daddy,” he said.

  “I love you too, son.”

  I looked around at everyone there with us and decided to say something cheesy. It was Christmas eve, after all, and the first time I had ever been able to put this expensive cabin to use, filling it with love and light of friends coming together for a special occasion.

  “I love all of you, too.”

  “Cheers,” said Harlow, grabbing his bottle of beer and holding it up high. We all did the same. “To our reunion.”

  “To our reunion.”

  We had certainly been reunited by love and a baby.

  Merry Christmas to us all.

  Epilogue

  Hope

  Christmas dinner was beautiful. The party the night before had been epic and I was glad Darren had thrown it. It was wonderful to meet his friends. But, now it was great to have Christmas dinner with just our family.

  The table was draped in red, green, and gold. There was so much food on the table, there was barely any room for our plates. But, it was wonderful sitting there with my whole family, which in my mind included Bryant, and Darren’s mom, and my mom and brothers, all of whom were there with us as they deserved to be.

  This is how life was meant to be lived, I thought.

  I could feel my mother’s eyes staring at me from across the table. She looked so happy, like she was realizing a dream that she’d held for a very long time.

  I stood up to speak. I felt it was my turn to give a toast, and I was planning to let my mom and Darren and Bryant know how much I loved them. And to thank them for all they had done for me.

  But, before a word could leave my lips, I felt something pop and water started trickling from between my legs.

  Everyone stopped and turned, staring at me.

  “You okay?” asked Darren, a look of worry starting to show on his face.

  “My water just broke,” I said.

  “Sure did,” my mother added, as if there was any doubt.

  We rushed to our cars and headed to the hospital. My mother told Darren to go on without her and that she would follow with a bag of my things.

  Soon after getting to the hospital, the doctor told me that he hoped I was ready, because this baby was on its way out.

  “This little one is determined to be a Christmas baby,” were his exact words.

  “We’re definitely ready,” I told him.

  They didn’t even have time to give me an epidural before the baby was out, while I screamed and writhed in pain. Darren was holding my hand the whole time, until the baby’s head appeared and he proclaimed, “The baby has red hair! Just like you!”

  “Just get it out of me!” I screamed, fearful of how it would feel for the baby to actually come through.

  But, aside from a burning sensation that left almost as quickly as it had come, that was the easiest part. Suddenly, loud crying could be heard and I immediately started crying tears of joy.

  “Would you like to cut the cord?” the doctor asked Darren, as he placed the baby on my chest.

  I looked down at the head full of red hair, already in love, before I realized almost too late that I didn’t even know gender the baby was. Not that it really mattered. I would still be just as in love.

  “What is it?” I asked, kissing the top of the baby’s head as Darren cut the cord.

  “It’s a boy,” the doctor answered. “A Christmas boy.”

  “Oh, my God,” I answered, happily. “A boy!”

  “What should we name him?” asked Darren. We hadn’t discussed names much because we’d agreed it was bad luck. But, I already knew what I wanted.

  “George. For my dad,” I said.

  The baby’s tiny hand closed in a fist around my finger when I said it.

  “George,” Darren answered. “I like that.”

  We smiled at each other.

  Then he added, “You know, I really thought it might be a girl. I’m glad he’s a boy. I love him no matter who he is. But, I also thought, hmmm, maybe we’d have a girl.”

  “We’ll just have to have another one,” I said, and laughed.

  “We sure will,” Darren agreed. “I like the name George. It sounds very royal.”

  “Yes. My mother will be happy,” I said. “Of the fact that he’s here, and that he’s named George. And my dad would be so proud.”

  As if on cue, my mom pushed open the door of the hospital room. She’d never been known for her tact. Darren’s mom was following her, and Bryant squeezed in ahead of both of them.

  “It’s a boy,” Darren announced, proudly.

  “A grandson!” My mother proclaimed. “Your brothers will be so happy. I took them home to finish opening up the rest of their Christmas presents because I didn’t realize this would be so quick. But, I’ll bring them over here to visit soon.”

  “A brother,” Darren’s mom said to Bryant, in a sing song voice.

  “Yay! A brother! Can I see my baby brother yet?” came Bryant’s high-pitched squeal from around the corner.

  “Sure! Come on in, buddy,” I called from the bed.

  He ran over and peeked up at the baby I held in my arms.

  “Yay!” said Bryant again, clapping and jumping up and down. “I have a new baby brother! And he gets to come live with us at our house!”

  “I’m glad you’re so happy about this news,” Darren said, looking relieved. I knew he’d been anxious tha
t Bryant would be jealous. “We’re excited to expand our family. And, on that note, there’s something I was planning to do today, before little George here stole my thunder.”

  “What?” I asked him, looking into his serious green eyes.

  By looking over at my mother’s eyes, which lit up with happiness, I had a good feeling of what was to come. I just couldn’t believe it.

  Darren got down on his knee right there on the cold hospital room floor, and held up a tiny blue box. He opened the lid, revealing a large, shiny diamond ring.

  “Hope, you’ve made me the happiest man ever. Will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

  “Yes!” I exclaimed, reaching over to hug him, then saying, “Ow,” as my rib cage twisted a bit. I was still in fragile condition from giving birth.

  “Are you okay?” Darren asked.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I continued, not letting a little injury get me down. “Yes, I’m okay, and yes, I’ll marry you, and yes, this is great. I’d be so happy to be your wife.”

  “Daddy’s going to marry Hope,” Darren explained to Bryant.

  He bent down to kiss me, and then kissed Bryant and then little George, right on the top of his head. He was bobbing around looking for my boob, so I decided to try to nurse him.

  “Hooray!” exclaimed Bryant, jumping up and down and clapping his hands. “This is the best day of my life!”

  His excitement was contagious. Darren’s mother and my own both started clapping along with Bryant. And I could agree with him on that.

  A new baby. And an engagement to Darren. On Christmas. This definitely was the best day of my life.

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