Beautiful Mistake (Mistake #1)

by Laiza Millan

  Jay stared at her for a few more seconds before shifting his attention back at Drake. "You're becoming soft, little bro."

  "No," Drake sighed heavily, noticing the time. He tapped his watch, signaling Emma that they need to hurry up and pick up Aidan from Jenna's place. "I'm just finally starting to act like a grown up."

  Well... sometimes.

  Emma got up and moved her chair forward, waiting for Drake to do the same. She glanced at Jay and gave an awkward wave, "Well, pleasure to see you as always."

  Not.

  "Drake forgives me," Jay called after them, once they taken like three steps.

  How many times do they have to repeat themselves? Yes, Drake forgives Jay for not being a responsible older brother. People make mistakes.

  He probably wouldn't have forgiven him ever, but Drake is a father now; meaning Aidan would have to know about Jay sooner or later.

  Might as well start with a brand new clean slate.

  "But Emma, you don't?" Jay let the guards pull him up by his upper arm, as Emma stopped for only a second to look at him.

  She gave him a once over look and raised an eyebrow, "No."

  Sorry, but no.

  Drake may be easier on the forgiving part, but when it comes to her family's safety – she's still the main mama bear. Jay is a major threat, even if he's still in jail. These days, the criminal minds are quite intelligent.

  She's not going to let her guard down again.

  .

  .

  "Why not?"

  "Drake, we had this conversation before!"

  "That was a year ago, for fucks sake!"

  "Watch your language around Aidan!" Emma snapped, wiping the smear off of their son's face. "Honestly, how many times do I have to tell you?"

  Aidan continued to grab the applesauce and squished it, screaming with excitement as he flings his arms around; spraying sauce everywhere around him.

  "No, Aidan." Emma shook her head, disapprovingly. She gently took his arms and brought it down, making sure to speak slowly and low; instead of yelling. "Sweetie, don't throw any food, that's not good."

  Aidan merely grinned and continued to place his hands on the sauce; but miraculously stayed still. Huh... would they look at that. The child actually is listening to her.

  "But why not?" Drake continued to scowl, crossing his arms and leaning against the kitchen door.

  Emma groaned, shaking her head as she feel the annoyance coming back to visit her once more. "Drake, I'm not exactly ready to have another child, understand that."

  "How are you not ready?" Drake keeps pushing on, trying to get the bottom of her hesitation in creating a new offspring. "We're financially stable now, I'm starting up my own business, and you're getting promoted – what's the problem?"

  Emma lifted a messy Aidan and quickly brought him to the side of the sink. She reached for a clean cloth and washed it with warm water before cleaning his face and hands.

  "It's not money I'm worried about, Drake." Emma quietly groaned, as Aidan tried to move his face away from the offending cloth. "Aidan is still very young. He needs our undivided attention. I don't know how I can handle trying to give my attention to two babies while we both are working parents. I would want them to have our best love and care, and that won't happen if our focus is on other things."

  She felt his arms wrapping around her waist and sighed, letting her head fall back against the side of his face.

  "I love you," He murmured, placing a kiss on the side of her neck. "And like I said, I just want a big family with you. But if you're not ready yet, then that's okay; I'm willing to wait for you."

  Emma felt the warmth of his care settle in her chest and grinned, "I love you too." She felt his lips caressing her jaw and giggled, "When the time comes, I want a baby girl, Drake."

  His head shot up, "A girl?"

  A girl.

  A baby girl.

  Uh, okay. He's not sure how he feels about that.

  Too many unwanted attention from boys and ugh... he might just lock his baby girl in the room. But then... she might end up growing long hair to the point where the boy would climb on her hair and sneak inside the room and corrupt her and –

  Drake shook his head, trying to get rid of unwanted ridiculous thoughts.

  "We'll see." He murmured instead, kissing the side of her head and turning to Aidan, "Right Aidan?"

  "Ew, public display of affection!"

  Emma, Drake, and Aidan turned their attention to the side, seeing Richard entering the kitchen.

  "What are you doing in my house?!" Emma gawked at him, was so sure that they locked the door.

  He lifted a key from his pockets and winked, "Drake gave me a spare key, darling."

  "What?!" She whirled around and pinched Drake's side, earning a surprised yelp from him. "Why did you do that?"

  "Sometimes we need baby-sitters!" He lifted his hands in surrender, backing away slowly.

  "And you think Richard is the best candidate?!" Emma fired back, her patience declining extremely fast.

  "What are you trying to say?" Richard asked, in a mocking offended way. "That I'm not good enough to watch over this charming young child?"

  He rushed over to Aidan and quickly pinched his cheeks, earning a smack from his tiny hands.

  Emma tried to keep a serious face, but failed. Giggling, she lifted Aidan and carried him, rocking gently side to side as she tried to stifle her laughter. "That's what you get for pinching his cheeks."

  Richard jokingly glared at her before turning to Drake, "What are you teaching your kid?"

  "I'm not teaching him anything!" Drake shot back, offended.

  "Exactly." Richard smirked, turning his attention back to Emma and Aidan. "It's okay, little one. Uncle Richie will teach you all you need to know!"

  "Like hell." Drake muttered, taking the dirty plates Emma used to feed Aidan and bringing them to the dishwasher. "Seriously, why are you here? I gave you that key so it's easier for you to come in when we call you, not to barge into our house randomly like you own the place."

  "Where's your girlfriend?" Emma asked; referring to this woman he brought with them to Aidan's birthday. "She seems like a lovely girl, go visit her."

  "Oh she's very lovely." Rich winked, as he grabbed an apple from the fruit stand. Drake glared at him. "Her mouth is lovely too, especially when she takes me whole and –"

  "Stop it!" Emma snapped, whirling around and stomping outside of the kitchen and ignoring Rich's loud laughter and Drake's chuckles.

  She kissed Aidan's chubby cheeks and mumbled, "Oh man, I sincerely hope you don't end up like him, Aidan. I don't know how what we'll do if we have a mini Richard walking around, flirting with older women without a shame."

  .

  .

  Weeks later

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  .

  Emma flushed the toilet and placed the object on top of the box on the counter. She quickly got up, fixed her pants, and washed her hands while she continued to stare at the stick; focusing on the red line.

  She had been feeling a little woozy for the past few days; it was kind of scaring her. She knows she's not pregnant because that would be impossible – she's on birth control and they used protection.

  Or, at least, she thought they did.

  She's sure they did.

  Yes, they did.

  They had to.

  Because she told Drake they should wait until their son is older and he agreed and –

  Wait, it's finally showing!

  Wait...

  What...?

  Oh goodness.

  Oh shit!

  "DRAKE FUCKING ROGERS!"

  Down stairs, the man in trouble winced; causing his best friend to laugh at his facial expression.

  Shit. Big mistake.

 

 

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