Twins Make Four: A Mistaken Identity Secret Baby Romance

by Nicole Elliot

  Seconds later we drove away from Wyatt’s apartment but I knew this was far from over.

  I had built this nightmare, and now I had to figure out how to fix it.

  Chapter Nineteen: Wyatt

  I paced my apartment long after Hailey and Noah had left.

  I had watched her taillights disappear and fought the urge to call them back. There was so much we still needed to discuss. So much I felt.

  For her.

  For him.

  I also knew that Hailey and I needed some alone time to hash this out the right way.

  The turbulent mixture of emotions made it impossible for me to sit still especially when it felt like the walls of the apartment were closing in on me.

  It didn’t take me long to admit to myself what the real issue was. I missed them – both of them - and not even thirty minutes had passed since they left.

  The somber emotion forced my anger into the back seat and for the first time in so many hours, my thoughts weren’t fueled by the heated force of it.

  I still couldn’t believe that Hailey had kept such a vital piece of information from me. Yet the more I thought about it, the more I could see her point for view – at least initially.

  I had mentally tapped out after my father’s death. It was like hitting an emotional wall I couldn’t climb over no matter how hard I tried. Or how hard she tried. Dad and I had never had a great relationship and I had been resentful of the fact that he was gone for so long so often with his time in the military. To me, it felt like his squad was more his family than we were.

  With his death though, I felt that I had to follow in his footsteps. To see what he saw. To do what he did. To feel what he felt. To understand why he chose his country over me and my mother.

  In the end this desire had made me turn away from the woman I loved, unknowingly in a time when she needed me most.

  All my anger wasn’t directed at Hailey. Some of it was directed at my God damned self. I didn’t regret my time of service but I shouldn’t have left things with Hailey the way I did.

  My mind had been void of anything else but my need to join and be like my dad, so I abandoned everything else.

  Was Hailey right then? Had I been in a mental space that prevented me from being the best father I could have been to Noah? Would I have tried to come back to be part of his life? Or would I have done just as my father had?

  All the evidence pointed to me having done just as my father had done at the time. Did I have the right to punish Hailey for believing the evidence and going with her gut?

  We would never know how things would have turned out now and all this should haves and could haves were leaving my mind in a tangled mess.

  I needed to clear my head so I threw on a hoodie and sneakers and went for a run.

  During the many minutes my feet hit the pavement in the rhythmic but punishing stride, I couldn’t help but notice the parents and guardians minding kids. It was something I didn’t focus on before but now their pairings were glaringly obvious.

  I saw kids smiling and talking animatedly. They ran. They skipped. They laughed. They were radiant in their innocent enjoyment of life and what it had to offer.

  There was even this one kid who threw a tantrum on the sidewalk of the park and left his mother with an embarrassed, rueful expression.

  I wanted to experience all those moments with my own son - the good, the bad and the ugly.

  I wanted to take him for hikes through the park and I wanted to teach him to ride a bike. I wanted to take him out for ice-cream and to learn what his favorite foods were. I wanted to be there to cheer him on when he excelled and help him dust himself off when he failed.

  I wanted to be a part of my son's life in every possible way. No matter what I felt for his mother, that wouldn’t change.

  Hailey. Jesus, I was lying to myself if I said that even in my anger I didn’t want to be close to her. Because I did. I wanted her and Noah and I to be something, something more.

  Like a family.

  I came back to my apartment when it was dark outside and long passed the time kids should be out on the streets. I immediately headed for the shower and left the warm water do its work on my overheated muscles.

  Later, I ordered a pizza and bit into the first slice while throwing back a beer. I was watching the television, the volume on mute as I watched Noah’s favorite cartoon character throw webs and swing his way across the city.

  Suddenly I had to talk to Hailey. I couldn’t properly function until I heard her tell me he was okay.

  It was already after ten PM. Still I couldn’t stop my fingers from dialing her number.

  She answered on the second ring.

  “Hello?” The greeting was hesitant.

  She sounded like she was already in bed and my mind instantly went to the gutter, imagining her in nothing but my tee shirt and waiting for me to do naughty things to her body.

  My dick began to harden and I had to forcible suppress the image to keep my body under control.

  “Hi, Hailey.” I, too, was suddenly hesitant. Now that her voice was ringing in my ear and my body was reacting to the sexual fantasy, I lost my direction for a moment.

  “Is something wrong,” she asked when the silence stretched too long.

  I shook my head to clear the webs and answered, “Uh, no, everything is fine. I just called to check in with you guys. How's Noah doing? Did he settle down okay?”

  “Yeah, he’s fine. Kids get sick. This is not the first time he has come down with a bug. I really doubt it’s serious but I will book an appointment with his pediatrician tomorrow just to make sure.” She paused then asked, “Would you like to come?”

  I jumped the opportunity to see Noah again… and Hailey.

  “Of course,” I said. “I would love to come.”

  “I’ll call you when I know the details,” she promised. “And I will keep you updated on how he is in the meantime.”

  “Great, thanks,” was my reply then my mind flat lined.

  There was rustling on the line, like she was moving in her sheets. The erotic image popped right up in my head again and my pants tented.

  There was another pause and she filled it by saying, “He couldn’t stop singing your praises. You’ve made quite the impression on him. He really likes you. That’s a good sign that thing will work out, I think.”

  Talk of developing a relationship with my child dampened my lust and I focused on working things out with Hailey instead trying to imagine what color panties she was wearing.

  “I would love that – for things to work out. I want to have a relationship with him. And I have to admit I am scared of what it means to be a father. I have no clue what I am doing or should be doing. I don’t want to make any mistakes.”

  She laughed softly. “Parenting is not a perfect science. You’re going to mistakes. You just have to learn from them and keep at it. I think you’re going to be a great dad for what it’s worth. Plus, I am here to help make sure you guys develop a sturdy father-son relationship.”

  “Thanks for saying that.” I sighed. “I didn’t mean to go off on you like that this afternoon. It was just a lot to take in, you now?”

  “I know and I understand. I would have probably not handled it much differently if I was in your shoes.”

  “I want us to be like a real family,” I told her.

  “I’d like that too.”

  For the first time since I found out I had a son this morning, my mind settled because for some reason I knew it was going to be like she said. It was all going to work out.

  It had to.

  Chapter Twenty: Hailey

  I wiped my sweaty palms down the front of my full-length jeans as I watched Noah and Wyatt get ice-cream from the vendor.

  It was bright and sunny Saturday morning and we were all at the nearby park. Other families were running around and spending quality time together.

  A few days had passed since Noah had recuperated from the stomach bug. Af
ter the doctor had given us the all clear yesterday, Wyatt and I had talked and agreed to tell Noah the truth today.

  I was nervous and excited. I thought Noah would take it well. He did after all want a guy in his life. He was already in love with Wyatt and couldn’t stop talking about the man. The two spent every available moment together. Even now as they returned to me holding three ice-cream cones I could see that Noah was already adopting some of Wyatt’s mannerisms.

  Still, I worried that things could fall apart at any second. I had stayed up late more than one night worried that he would become upset with the news.

  I was sitting at one of the lunch tables situated strategically around the park. Noah came to my side and sat down while Wyatt sat opposite us and handed me a vanilla-cherry ice-cream cone.

  We made small talk as we ate. Wyatt and Noah were discussing a cartoon show, allowing me to observe the interaction between the two of them for the most part.

  Wyatt was very patient and loving, speaking with him as if he truly valued his opinion in their discussion. Was it wrong that I found him completely hot when he was in full daddy mode?

  Maybe it was but that didn’t stop me from secretly lusty after him.

  I covertly checked out Wyatt. He had on shorts and a simple tee shirt that highlighted the hardness of his body while sandals covered his feet. He wore an almost identical outfit to Noah, who only dressed after he saw what Wyatt had on, while I was in floral sundress.

  He looked deliciously dark and handsome like he always did. My pussy definitely took notice of the fact.

  I wasn’t the only one either. I had seen a few of the other moms and passing women checking him out. I had ground my teeth more than once to suppress my growl of possessive jealousy.

  I should not be feeling the hard emotion of possessiveness. This man wasn’t mine. I had no claim on him and their admiring looks only made the fact more glaringly obvious to me.

  We hadn’t spoken of a romantic relationship between us since he found out about Noah. We both seemed to be afraid to broach the subject. I certainly was. Despite my efforts, my heart had become hooked on this man again. I didn’t think I could stand to hear him say he didn’t return my feelings so I left the subject alone.

  We were both concentrating on what was best where Noah was concerned and that was just the way it should be.

  Our tissues were thrown in the bin and our ice-creams devoured when I looked at Wyatt I nodded when I saw the question in his eyes.

  Was it time?

  I was thankful that he allowed me to lead the conversation even though he was eager to deliver the news.

  “There’s something we would like to tell you,” I said to Noah.

  Something in my tone alerted him that this was serious because he looked up sharply and his eyes went wide as he cocked his head to the side curiously.

  I wondered how I should deliver the news and even after almost a week to figure it out all I settled on was just blurting it out so that just what I did.

  “Wyatt is your daddy,” I said.

  Even though we were in the middle of a park filled with people, everything seemed to go completely silently as both Wyatt and I watch Noah carefully for his reaction.

  He seemed to be mulling it over in his mind then final said, “Is that why we have the same last name?”

  I wasn’t surprised that he noticed the fact. He was a very smart child.

  “Yes,” I confirmed. “That is why.”

  His fist pumped the air then he nearly shouted, “Yes, I knew it!”

  His smile could light up the world in that moment. He turned it first on me. Then on Wyatt. Wyatt’s smile was just as bright and the happiness from the two of them brought tears to my eyes. Wyatt stood and came around to Noah’s side of the table. He knelt so that their eyes were level.

  “Hey buddy, I promise to be the best dad I can be to you if you will have me,” Wyatt said, his voice husky with emotion. “What do you say? Do you want to have me for a dad?”

  “Oh yeah,” Noah said, then threw himself into Wyatt’s arms. When he pulled back he threw me – and Wyatt given the way his eyes widened –for a loop.

  “Are you and Mommy going to get married now? Like Casey’s mom and dad,” Noah asked.

  Casey was a girl who attended his daycare.

  Wyatt sent me a look and I immediately rushed to answer, not wanting to put him on the spot or have him feel pressured.

  “Oh no, Noah. We’re not getting married. Sometimes mommies and daddies don’t get married but that doesn’t mean that they don’t love their little boys and girls with all their heart. Do you understand what I am saying to you?”

  I took a moment to think it over then said, “I think so.”

  The rest of the day was filled with a happy Noah and Wyatt getting to know each other better.

  It filled my heart with joy to watch them together even though I now believed that any hope of a relationship between Wyatt and I had died.

  I had ruined it. Last time it was Wyatt leaving me, this time it was me pulling away from him.

  Chapter Twenty-One: Hailey

  The last few weeks had been life-changing.

  Wyatt and I had settled to co-parenting and managed our scheduled so that Noah had plenty of time with both of us. Wyatt and I had resumed being study partners. Our bio final was coming up soon and we were hitting the books at his place.

  For once Noah wasn’t around. He and Wyatt seemed attached at the hip for the most part but he was spending the night with my parents.

  I was looking down at the text book but was seeing none of the words printed there. All of my senses were wrapped up around Wyatt and it was killing me to have him so close yet be unable to touch him.

  We were sitting out our customary study place at his kitchen table. He was next to me and his cologne created a heavy fog around my brain. I could feel the heat coming off his body

  Our relationship now was that of friends. Co parents. Study partners. We hadn’t screwed around at all in the weeks that had gone by. While Wyatt’s flirtatious nature was back in full swing, I didn’t allow myself to place hope in it since I thought that flirting was just part of his personality. It didn’t mean anything. Not to him.

  But I meant so much to me.

  I was in love with Wyatt.

  It had been a long hard road but I was finally able to admit to myself.

  It hurt every second of every day to keep the knowledge to myself. Having him close all the time and seeing what a great dad he was to Noah had me tied up in knots.

  The silence in the room caught my attention and I looked up from my books to find him watching me.

  He had asked me something and I hadn’t heard a word.

  I blushed and said, “I’m sorry. What did you say?”

  He put the pen he had been holding down.

  “You seem distracted tonight. You all right?” he asked.

  “Oh no, everything is fine,” I rushed to reassure him and move the focus off me and my troubling emotional state.

  “Are you sure nothing’s bothering you?”

  “Wyatt, I’m fine, just nervous about the test I guess.”

  He pressed on further, “How are things with Joe?”

  “Great,” I said, grateful to have focus off me. “He and Dad are trying to work on their relationship. And he’s with that girl, the one he saved from the abusive guy. I’m pretty proud of him after all that.”

  We made some more small talk and I slowly began to relax when the mood suddenly changed with Wyatt’s next words.

  “I missed you these last few weeks,” he said.

  I frowned and I said, “I’ve been right here.”

  “I know but I want more.”

  Was this really happening? He stood and pulled me to my feet.

  “You do? But I thought for sure…”

  “I have missed us. Having you close to me and not really having you is eating me alive, Hailey.”

  He pulled me close w
ith his hand behind my head and kissed me.

  When he pulled back he said, “I want to be more than just Noah’s dad to you. I want to be your lover, your friend, your everything. Say yes.”

  He took the words right out of my mouth and I was the one to kiss him this time.

  “Oh yes,” I whispered against him lips, hungry for him.

  He groaned and I clenched my fingers in the collar of tee shirt to keep him where I needed him. His hand pushed my shirt up my back before going back down to dip into my pants, cupping my behind through the lace-trimmed cotton underwear. I kissed along his jawline. He groaned when I nipped his chin.

  “I need to see you.”

  Wyatt ripped my shirt from me. The torn material was thrown carelessly to the side as Wyatt look at what he had uncovered with heated adoration.

  He stared for so long that longtime insecurities reared their heads for a tiny second before he demolished them with two words. “Fucking gorgeous.”

  His hands kneaded my breasts and he latched onto my nipple through the fabric of my bra. I tossed my head back and held his head to me. He started off slow, his head moving in time with the stroke of his tongue. I felt each tug low in my core. I was unable to keep my hips still.

  He moved to the other peak but pulled the cup down before engulfing as much of me as he could.

  Oh yes! Fire rushed from where his mouth suckled and spread quickly. Colors burst behind my eyelids. The ends of my hair touched my back and I shivered, leaning into the warmth of Wyatt’s hands.

  My head rolled back to the front. I opened my eyes. He was looking up at me, those long lashes fanned over his eyes. He pulled stronger on my nipple and I moaned. He let it go with a wet, smacking sound only to flick his tongue in a slow circle.

  Pulling his face up to mine, I pushed my tongue into his mouth. His hips jumped beneath mine and he groaned, matching my aggression.

  My hands traveled down his chest, still disappointingly shirt-clad. I needed to remedy that situation.

  I tore at his clothing and his shirt fell to the floor in no time.