by Tia Siren
He chuckled. “You are so adorable when you get on a tirade like this. Seriously, that fire is something I love most about you.”
I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. I wasn’t going to stand there and be placated like a child. He let out a deep breath and smiled at me.
“You’re right. I was at the bar last night, but the reason for it was supposed to be a surprise,” he said.
“As you can see, I am not in the mood for surprises,” I said. “If you weren’t there with Landon, and you don’t really have any other friends, who were you there with?”
“Your father,” he said with a smirk. “I was at Ely’s with your father having shots of Jameson and beers.”
“Bullshit,” I said. “Do you think I am a complete idiot or a partial one?”
“I am dead serious,” he said. “I was at the bar with your father. He drank whiskey neat and stared up at the muted television the whole time.”
“Where did you say you were?” I asked.
“Ely’s,” he replied. “It’s a restaurant and bar on—”
“I know where it is,” I snapped. “My father and mother used to go there for their anniversary every year.”
“If you don’t believe me, then call your father.” I smiled. “He will tell you that I was there with him, then left and came straight home to you.”
“No. I’m not calling my father to settle some argument between us,” I said. “Besides, why in the world would my father meet you at a bar? He can barely stand to look at you in his own home. Now you two are best friends?”
“Just call him,” Scott said, leaning forward and kissing my forehead. “I have to go, and your Uber is waiting out front. I’ll see you after work.”
I groaned, walked over and grabbed my bag and wallet, and headed out to the car. Scott was amused by the whole situation, which made me think maybe he was telling the truth. I pulled out my phone but shook my head and shoved it back in my bag. My father would be preparing for meetings, and I knew he wasn’t going to want to talk to me about this right before going into discussions with the board. So, I went to work and made it through the morning. On my lunch break, I pulled my phone out, ready to finally talk to him, but before I could dial the number, he pulled into the site. He got out of the truck and looked over at me, pulling a bag from the car. I stood up, my nerves twitching as he walked over to me.
“I brought you something,” he said, pulling a Tupperware container out. “It should still be hot. I made it this morning before leaving for work and warmed it up before coming over.”
“What is it?” I asked, taking the container from him.
“It’s chicken noodle soup, one of the few things I know how to make,” he said. “Your mother always liked to eat it when she was pregnant with you, at least in the beginning because it calmed her stomach and kept her warm. She was constantly cold when she had you in her belly.”
“Thank you,” I said, walking over to the picnic table and sitting down with him.
“Scott came to see me last night at the bar,” he said. “And he made a lot of sense about a lot of things that I didn’t want to admit. I have made quite a few mistakes, Cassie, and I’m sorry for that. Scott is right. You are an adult, and you are incredibly intelligent. You are capable of running your own life. I was just too afraid to let go. I feel like I lost your mother years ago, and I didn’t want to lose you too.”
“You’ll never lose me, Daddy,” I said. “I love you.”
“I love you too, sweetheart,” he said. “And I will be keeping an eye on Scott. I want to make sure he is a good father and a good partner to you.”
I laughed. “I would expect nothing less from you.”
“What I won’t do anymore, however, is attempt to keep you and Scott apart,” he said. “I can tell he loves you more than anything in this life, and I can tell you feel the same way. I don’t want to be the person who stands in the way of your happiness or your future family. I want to be a part of my grandchild’s life. That is extremely important to me.”
“Of course,” I said, tears pulling at my eyes. “Of course, Daddy. I can’t imagine a better person to be in my baby’s life. I never wanted to push you away or see you angry and hurt. I didn’t know how to get through to you anymore, to make you see that I was an adult and I was going to make my own choices. You have been an amazing parent to me my whole life, and I have never wanted or needed anything. Now, though, it’s my time to take the reins of my own life.”
“I get it,” he said and smiled. “But always know that you will never be too old to be my baby girl. I am always here for you, and if you ever need anything, all you have to do is ask.”
“Thank you,” I said, wrapping my arms around him.
“I love you, sweetheart,” he whispered. “You picked a good man.”
I smiled, knowing he was completely right about that.
Chapter 39
Scott
All day Thursday, I wondered if Cassie had called her father or if he had reached out to her. She’d been upset that morning, but I knew she wasn’t thinking clearly. Deep down, she knew I would never be the guy who went out all night, leaving her at home pregnant and alone. I wanted to call her on my lunch break and reassure her, but things were so hectic at the site that I barely had time to breath. By the time the day was over, I was just glad to be able to go home and be with Cassie. Whatever was going on with her, I could handle it better in person anyway. When I got home, I parked in the driveway and looked up at the windows. The sun was starting to set, and from the looks of the lights fluttering inside, Cassie had lit some candles. That was a good thing. It meant she was probably relaxing. When I walked in, though, I realized she had cooked me dinner.
I was shocked to say the least. I had left that day with her completely put off by me. She was standing at the table and smiling over at me, looking absolutely radiant. Shadows flickered across her face, and she had changed into a pretty black dress. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders like the first night I saw her at the bar.
“Are you hungry?” she asked.
“Starving. This looks amazing.”
“I’m sorry for overreacting this morning,” she said as we sat down across the table from each other. “I should have calmed down, but I get so wound up sometimes that I don’t know how. My father came to see me today at the site. He brought me chicken noodle soup and had a heart to heart with me about everything. It was the first time in a long time that he has admitted to any mistakes he has made.”
“I’m glad he came to see you.” I smiled. “He is important to you, and therefore he is important to me.”
“Thank you for talking to him,” she said. “That really means a lot to me.”
“It was my duty as the man who loves you,” I said.
“Well, it really meant a lot to my father too,” she replied. “He was impressed that you reached out to him, that you spoke your mind, and that you stood up for the baby and me. He isn’t used to people being candid with him, and when you did that, it showed him where your loyalties lie—with me and with the baby. He may be tough sometimes, but he does love me very much.”
“I know,” I said. “He does love you, and it made me see that he is human too and makes mistakes just like the rest of us. I never thought he would own up to those mistakes, but he did, and that made me respect him a whole lot more than before.”
“I think it did the same thing for him, you going there,” she said. “You proved a lot to him. You showed him how much you cared for us. He always told me that actions speak louder than words, and I didn’t understand what he meant by that until I met you. He needed to see that action and not just hear the words we were saying to him.”
“Good,” I said. “I’m glad things are starting to settle down, get back to normal.”
“I know I have been weird the last week or so,” she said, looking down at her hands. “I have to confess that I was jealous.”
“Jealous?” I said,
surprised. “Of who?”
“Not really of who, but of the whole situation,” she said. “Meeting your aunt and seeing how happy she was for us, her true and total happiness, made me jealous. You have this wonderful person in your life, someone who isn’t even your mother or father. The only parent I have that pays any attention to me was acting like he wanted nothing to do with me or our baby. It was hard to swallow, and it hurt a lot, but it wasn’t your fault. I didn’t know how to express it, so I retreated inside myself.”
“I can understand that.” I smiled at her and took her hand. “I have never been very good at expressing my feelings, so over the years, I learned how to bottle them up nice and tight and save them for later. But what I started to realize when I met you was that it was better to talk about those feelings as they came than bottle them up and explode later. We are a team, Cassie, and for us to run smoothly, you have to get to a place where you feel comfortable talking to me about anything and everything.”
She put down her fork and sighed, pushing back from the table and standing up. She walked around and sat down on my lap and stroked my hair. I could tell she was tired, but she was trying so hard, and that warmed me up inside.
“I know I need to do that,” she said. “I’ve spent my whole life hiding from conversations, terrified of talking to my father, so I struggle with letting things out, even to you. I know it is one of my faults, but I promise I will try harder to communicate with you when something happens—not two days later or five days later, but right then and there when it happens. I want us to be strong, a unit that is unbreakable.”
“I think we already are.” I smiled at her and brushed a piece of hair from her face. “And it will only get better from here.”
“I love you,” she said, putting her hands on my cheeks.
“I love you, too,” I said, closing my eyes as she leaned in and kissed me.
She pecked her lips once on mine and then stared into my eyes, both of us surprised by the sheer electricity immediately flowing between us. She leaned forward and kissed me again, only this time it was with passion and heat. I put my fork down on the table and wrapped my arms around her, opening my mouth and taking her into me. She was beautiful, sensual, and I was instantly aroused. There was no way she couldn’t feel my growing hard-on beneath her. She whimpered into my mouth, pulling away and staring into my eyes. Where her once caring and sweet stare sat was now pure lust. She leaned back in, kissing me hard and fast, pressing her ass down against the bulge in my pants. I groaned, grabbing her hips and moving her just slightly forward and back. She sucked my lips into hers and pulled her head away, a small mischievous smile crossing her lips.
She stood up and took a couple steps forward and then turned around. Slowly, she pulled the straps of her dress over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor in a pile at her feet. I stared up at her, surprised as she stood there completely naked, her breasts perky and hard. She reached down and grabbed my hand, pulling me to my feet and leading me back to the bedroom. She stood me at the foot of the bed and took my clothes off, not stopping for anything. When I was down to nothing, she looked me up and down, biting her bottom lip. She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down on the bed before lowering herself between my legs and smiling up at me as she grabbed my rock-hard cock in her hand. She lowered her head, rubbing her pouty lips across the tip and then pulling it into her mouth.
I groaned, feeling her tongue roll over my cock as she gently played with my balls. She lifted her head and grabbed my cock, running her tongue up the underside from the base to the head. Without a pause, she sheathed her teeth and pushed her head down, taking my entire cock into her throat. I gripped tightly to the bed and closed my eyes as she bobbed up and down my shaft. The suction at the back of her throat sent chills down my spine, and all I wanted to do was fuck the hell out of her. I grabbed her face and moved her up and down my shaft, watching her eyes water and a smile curl up her lips. I pulled her head off and grabbed my cock, looking her in the eyes.
“Get on the bed,” I whispered. “Play with yourself until you come.”
She bit her bottom lip and smiled, reaching up and taking my hand as she stood up. She crawled across the bed slowly, giving me a show before turning over and propping herself up against the headboard. I stood at the end of the bed stroking my cock, watching her as she used her hands and roamed all over her body. She squeezed her breasts, rolling her nipples in between her fingers. She moaned loudly, making my cock even more erect. She teased herself, dipping her hand down almost to her pussy but then pulling it back up until she couldn’t wait any longer.
She reached down and spread her mound open, immediately sinking two fingers inside herself. She cried out in ecstasy as her other hand pressed firmly against her clit. She licked her lips and tilted her head back, closing her eyes and enjoying every moment of it. I growled, watching her pleasure her own body, her fingers moving fast and hard inside her. She wailed, looking up at me as she sat forward and began to pulse against her clit feverishly.
“You gonna come for me?”
“Fuck, yeah,” she moaned.
“Rub that pussy, baby. Rub it really good,” I said. “Pretend it’s my tongue swirling through your juices.”
“Yeah,” she wailed. “Yeah, I’m gonna come. Fuck. Fuck, I’m coming, baby.”
I rushed forward and buried my face in her pussy. As I listened to her scream, I licked her as fast as I could. Her body shook wildly above me, and her sweet juices dripped out onto my tongue. I groaned, my cock throbbing, and crawled up her, letting her pussy pull my cock deep inside. She cried out in pleasure as I pumped my hips fast and hard against her. I grabbed onto the top of the headboard and thrust into her, feeling her breath hot on my chest. She reached down and grabbed my ass, moaning loudly as she rolled right into another orgasm. I groaned, feeling her pussy tightening around my dick, but I didn’t stop. I needed and wanted more.
“Fuck,” she moaned. “Keep going, baby.”
She was so wet that I could barely control myself, and I had to slow down to not bust right then and there. I pulled out and took a moment, breathing heavily and collecting myself. She looked up and smiled, running her fingers down my skin.
“Lie down,” she whispered. “Let me do the work.”
I lay down on the bed and watched as she sat down on my cock, facing backward. She groaned, sliding up and down my big shaft, bending forward and showing me her ass. I reached up and ran my palm over her cheek, slapping it hard and jiggling out the sting. She began to grind her hips against me fast, groaning and moaning louder and louder. The heat in me built back up, but this time it was uncontrollable. I growled, pressing down on her back as she slid her body up and down me while holding on to my calves. I rubbed my finger over her ass before slowly pushing it inside, listening to her gasp.
“Fuuuck,” she cried out, immediately bursting into an orgasm.
I groaned, throwing my head back and thrusting my hips upward, pulling and pushing my cock inside her. As her pussy overflowed and tightened hard on my shaft, I lost control, putting both hands on her waist and gripping down hard as I exploded inside her. I closed my eyes and let the waves wash over me, tightening my body until the last one had passed. I relaxed back down on the bed and shook my head, chuckling. That had been some fucking amazing sex.
Epilogue
7 Months Later
Cassie
I opened my eyes and groaned, feeling my bladder tingling again. I carefully pulled myself out of bed and up onto my feet, grabbing the bedpost with one hand and my big round belly with the other. I shuffled across the room and to the bathroom for the fourth time that night. It was getting harder and harder to get any sleep with the baby sitting on my bladder. When I got back to the room, I looked at the clock, which read one in the morning, and shook my head. I lay down and pulled the covers over me, sighing as I laid my head on the pillow. My eyes were only closed for a second when I felt a gush of water between my legs. I t
urned over and stood up, looking down at my wet pants. Suddenly another gush came, spilling out and running down my legs. My eyes grew wide, and I stood there for a second trying to get my bearings.
“Scott,” I whispered, trying to wake him up.
He groaned and shifted in his sleep.
“Scott,” I yelled.
“Huh?” he said, sitting straight up in bed. “What’s wrong, baby? You need something? Why is the bed wet?”
“Scott, my water broke,” I said, a slight panic in my voice.
Just then, pain waved through my body. It started at my back and moved around over my belly. I gasped, grabbing my stomach, feeling it tighten like a rock. The contraction was sudden and deep, and it was at that moment I realized the baby was coming that night. Scott’s eyes grew huge, and he ran over to my side, taking my hand.
“Is it a contraction?”
“Yeah.” I groaned, nodding my head.
“But we still have two days,” he said.
“Tell the baby that.”
“Right,” he said. “Stand right here. I’ll get our bags, put them in the car, and then I’ll come back and get you.
“Okay,” I said, still clenching hard.
As the contraction subsided, I took in a deep breath, realizing I was in for a rough night. I watched Scott run around the house as I walked over to the dresser and pulled out some clean pants. I waddled over to the bed and sat down, changing my clothes and pulling on socks one at a time. Scott came back in and looked at me, smiling as he bent down and put on my slippers. He helped me to my feet, and we got in the car, heading quickly toward the hospital.