Fighting Desire (Bay State Series Book 2)
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“You are a cute little baby, aren't you.” I smile down at Haylee and out of nowhere Rachel is at my side, holding her arms out expectantly.
“Alright times up. Give me that baby.” I giggle as I hand her over, bend to give Ilyanna a kiss on her forehead and give her hand a gentle squeeze before turning towards Brent, John and Braydon all huddled in the corner.
“John baby, can you run out to the car and get Haylee's gifts? We forgot to grab them on our way up.” Rachel looks at him with a small pout on her lips.
“Sure, no problem babe, be back in a few minutes.” He says before dragging Brent out behind him for a helping hand.
*****
It feels so good to be home for the night. Snuggled up with Brent and Fenway on the couch, watching some sitcom I can't remember the name of. I laugh all the same along with him. This is some funny shit.
Brent looks at me and smiles, I return the gesture and lean into him for a kiss that effectively makes me forget all about the show we were watching and the little ball of fur sleeping between us. “Let's go to bed,” He whispers into my neck, following his words with a long lick, ending just below my ear, in the spot that he knows drives me wild.
“I wanna make a baby.” I tell him so quietly, I'm not sure that he hears me.
“What did you just say?” He's pulled his face from my neck and looks down at me, cradled in his arms. “Say it again.”
“I want to make a baby with you.”
“Jesus Christ, Sarah, you make me so happy. Your so fuckin' gorgeous, not to mention unexpected.” He carries me with lightning speed to the bedroom, where we make love, long into the early morning, before succumbing to sleep.
*****
We're back at the hospital once again on this beautiful first day of June. I'm not sure if Brent can stay away from Haylee. If his reaction to me wanting to make a baby is any indication, he absolutely loves them. He hasn't given her up since we've been here. Shit, he's even changed her diaper, no pun intended.
“Has anyone heard from Tanya?” Frank asks as he enters the room with George on his heels. Both of them sweaty in their workout clothes, no doubt they just came from the gym down the street. “I tried texting her last night about the new arrival, but haven't heard anything back from her yet.”
George bypasses his brother, coming to a stop in front of Brent who's still holding Haylee and holds his hands out. “Let me see the kid.” How charming. Laughing, Brent hands her over. “You are a cute little thing, yes you are.” What is with the men in our circle of friends? They're like big fluff balls when it comes to babies, and honestly it's sexy as hell.
I turn my attention back to Frank, who's now talking to Braydon about his sister. “I texted her last night as soon as I charged my phone and saw your text. It's not like her, I'm getting' worried man.” He rakes his hands in frustration and starts to pace back and forth, wearing off the polish on the pristine hospital floor.
“I'm going to step out and try calling her. Stop worrying so much. Maybe her phone died like yours did.” I shrug my shoulders and walk through the doorway and close the still open door behind me.
It only takes a few rings for her to answer. “Hello?” She asks her voice groggy from sleep.
“It's Sarah. I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you up. Just wanted to check on you. Frank's freakin' out about you, says he texted last night and you never replied.”
“Oh shit! I had a long night. One I can't remember much of other than waking up not knowing where I was. I called my best friend for a ride and then my phone died. I've been asleep since I plugged it in.”
“No worries, but I do want a story later. We're all at the hospital. Ilyanna had her baby girl early yesterday morning.”
She shrieks into the phone, “Holy shit, really? How long will she be there? I don't think I'm up for going while my brother's are there. They can read me like a book and I really don't feel like twenty questions.”
“Haha, can't say I blame you. They'll be here until Tuesday, seeing she had the baby over six weeks early. I'll double check and text you. What should I tell your brothers?”
“Say I'm fine, one hell of a hangover and I'll call them later. Oh and tell them I'm sorry for worrying them.”
“Will do. I'll text you later and let you know for sure when they're going home.”
“K, bye.”
“Bye.”
Turning the door handle I push and meet resistance from the other side. “Fuck, shit, ow, what the hell?”
“Watch your mouth, there's a baby in here.” I hear Braydon growl and I step fully into the room and laugh my ass off at Frank clutching his forehead.
“Sorry, She's gonna take getting used to.” He says in apology to Braydon while I continue in my hysterics. “What? That hurt.”
“Well maybe you shouldn't be eavesdropping at the door and I wouldn't have smacked you upside the head with it.” I'm not the only one who finds it funny. The whole room erupts at his stupidness.
“Tanya's fine, she's just hungover. Her phone died and she hadn't checked it since plugging it in. She'll call you later.” I rattle off my speech quickly, trying not to fuck it up.
Why am I not surpised, looking at Brent that Haylee's back in his arms. “I hope you two aren't very fond of her. He seems like he wants to take her home with us.” I roll my eyes when Braydon flips me off.
Snatching his daughter from Brent's arms he says, “That's enough for you, go make your own.”
“Oh I certainly plan to.” He winks at me and my insides melt.
Joy fills me as I think back to my time before Brent. It wasn't all for nothing. I helped or should I say, paid for most of Luke's hospital bills. I probably never would have met Brent. Wouldn't have an awesome job and the best circle of friends a girl could ask for. The bane of our existence will hopefully stay as far as fuck away from us as possible since I knocked her on her ass. I still pat myself on the back for that one, when I should be thanking my liquid courage. Either way I did it and don't regret it for a single second. It seems Brent's nightmares stemmed from worry over losing me. Finally seeing there's no chance in hell I'd walk away from him, he's been episode free for a while now.
I'm so thankful to myself and everyone around me for helping me put the past behind me. Fighting off the persona of Desire would have been a struggle without them.
I was that person for my family.
I'm being Sarah for me.
COMING SOON
FIGHTING CONTROL
Book 3 in the Bay State Series
Tiffany Hachey © 2015
Waking up in a strangers bed, Tanya Mitchell flees with the help of her best friend. Remembering nothing of the night before other than attending a party and obviously going home with someone that she doesn't know.
Taking one last look at the sexy, nameless man, lying tangled in his sheets, she can't help but think he does look a little familiar. If only she could remember where she's seen him before.
Feeling disoriented, Julian Martin looks around his bedroom, listening for sounds of his shower running or the blonde bombshell he took home last night. Normally he couldn't care less if he woke up with his bed partner gone, he was usually relieved, but there was something about this one that made him think differently.
Maybe it was the way she lit his nerves on fire with the simplest touch. Either way he was determined to find her. Someone at the party last night has to know who she is.
Locking eyes with her mystery man one night out at the club with some friends, realization dawns on her. Of course she should have known who he is. Shit, even if she wanted to get reacquainted with him, it just isn't possible.
She's an intern for a sports journalism company and he's a second year wide reciever for the New England Patriots. Visions of their night together start to flood her mind and she's really going to have to fight for some control so she doesn't lose what could possibly be her dream job.
Thank you
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR TAKI
NG THE TIME TO READ FIGHTING DESIRE, A BAY STATE NOVEL. I HOPE YOU'VE ENJOYED IT. AS I SAID AT THE END OF FIGHTING TEMPTATION THERE MAY BE MORE THAN FOUR BOOKS TO THIS SERIES AND AS EXPECTED I'VE TACKED ON ANOTHER. WHO KNOWS, IT COULD ON AND ON AND ON........
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