Knocked Up By The Other Brother: A Secret Baby Second Chance Romance

by Ashlee Price

  I heard her sigh and I looked over. She looked upset, and I scolded myself silently. Trying to keep my tone softer, I asked her why she hadn’t told me. I wasn’t trying to upset her, but I needed to know.

  “Because you said that you didn’t want a bunch of babies running around.”

  “That was just a joke. I had just realized that we hadn’t used protection, and I wanted to know if you were on anything. You said that it was not a problem, Desiree, remember?”

  “I was pregnant already. I had just found out, so it wasn’t like you could get me double pregnant. The damage was already done.”

  The way she said it, with her eyes staring into nothing out the window, told me that she was not happy to be pregnant. I started to think about what it would be like for her. I didn’t like the idea of her going through it alone for all this time. She had been dealing with everything by herself. I took her hand and laced it into my own. I wanted her to know that I was there for her. I hadn’t been before because I didn’t know, but now that I knew, I wasn’t going anywhere.

  “You should have told me, Desiree. You shouldn’t have had to go through this alone. I would have been to all of your appointments, anything you needed.”

  We didn’t have a destination in mind. I still didn’t know where she lived, and Desiree didn’t seem to care where we were going. When I looked down at the time, my mind went back to a place we had been before. I didn’t have any of the trappings that I had at our last picnic, but I wanted her to remember, and the sun was going to be down in a little while. It seemed like the place to go while she decided what she was going to do. I knew what my plans were. If I had it my way, I would just take her home and be done with it, but I knew that I couldn’t do that with Desiree. With Desiree I was going to have to be careful what I did next.

  “I just didn’t think you would care or even want to know. If you would have gotten mad and been mean about it, I don’t think I would have been able to take that. If you would have asked me to get rid of the baby… I don’t know, Greg. I just couldn’t take that chance. I would rather have remembered our few moments together, than that.”

  I looked over at her, her hair down and covering the side of her face and her eyes. I wanted her to look at me, to see in my eyes that I was in love with her, but it wasn’t happening right then. My foot went down on the gas and I saw her hand reach up to grab the dashboard before I slowed back down and turned down the dirt road, where the bumps made me slow down even further.

  “I don’t know why you think that of me, Desiree. I would never do that to you. I would have never asked you to kill our baby. You should have told me.”

  I was stuck on it. I know I was. I was too hurt to forget that she had just taken off, and I couldn’t help the feeling of betrayal because she hadn’t trusted me enough to tell me. How could she think such things of me?

  “Why are we going here?”

  I shrugged and parked almost in the same place I had so many months before when we’d gone on our first date and I had had my first taste of true desire. Then I had made the mistake of prioritizing my business over her, leaving her stewing the whole time. Our meeting months later was dynamite, but then she had left. At the time I had thought it was because of what I had done, but now I realized that it was way more complicated than that. I’d done a bad job of showing her who I truly was, and it was wrong of me to think that she would see me how I wanted to be seen. The reality of it was that I hadn’t showed her what I truly felt.

  “I thought it would be a good place to go. I don’t have a picnic, but the sun is starting to set, and I remember how much you liked it last time.”

  “Well, just don’t think that it is going to end like it did last time, Greg.”

  I nodded my head and told her I wouldn’t dream of it. I was trying to ignore the way her chest had grown since I had seen her last, and the glow that seemed to emanate from her skin now. She was a beautiful woman, and the fact that she was carrying our child made me love her even more.

  Going around the car, I opened the door and helped her out of the low seat. I cursed myself for not thinking about this when I decided to take this car. I was so worried about impressing her that I hadn’t thought about what vehicle would be most comfortable for someone in her condition. Should I get a minivan now?

  I tried to calm myself down, but this was not going how I’d thought it would go. I’d honestly expected that she would be in my arms by now. She would have seen the error of her ways and be begging me for forgiveness. I was not getting any of those feelings from her, and I wasn’t sure why. What had I done that was so bad that she would not tell me?

  The thoughts were driving me crazy, and trying to quiet my mind didn’t help. I just had to know, or I was sure that I was going to lose it.

  I helped her down and we sat in the grass in the same spot as before. She was beautiful, and I liked the way the wind was pushing her blonde hair back from her face. All I could think about was what our baby was going to look like. As much as I wanted him to look like me, there was a part of me that wanted him to have her light-colored hair and eyes. I could go on with life knowing that I would always have a part of Desiree. For someone that I would undoubtedly remember for my whole life, that didn’t seem like too bad of a deal.

  “Why did you leave me, Desiree?”

  “Because you didn’t want the baby and I didn’t want to see your reaction.”

  “I didn’t think there was actually a chance you were pregnant. I didn’t know what I was saying. You should have given me another chance.”

  “Why? You were gone for months after we were here last time. You just disappeared. I figured that it wouldn’t matter to you much either way.”

  I couldn’t believe that she thought that. Had I really been that remiss in showing her how I felt? I had thought it was obvious in my kiss, in the way I made love to her. I knew that I was bad at words, but I had hoped that she would feel the love I had for her in the way that I held her.

  “How could you not think you matter to me, Desiree? You are all I have thought about since I met you. Don’t you know how long I have been looking for you?”

  I stopped, realizing that I was losing myself a little. I didn’t like the sound of my voice, and I didn’t like the way the desperation that I was feeling injected itself into the conversation. I just wanted her. Why couldn’t she see that?

  Desiree wouldn’t look at me. Her eyes were on the painting-worthy sunset in front of us. I knew that she didn’t want to talk. I didn’t want to either, so I pulled her back against me slowly and reveled in the feel of her against my chest. It had been too long, and as a man who had convinced himself that all he needed was to get her by his side, I was content once more. As long as she was with me, I was sure that everything would work out.

  It had started to get late before we spoke another word. She told me that she needed to get home, and I waited for the address. If she still didn’t want me to know where she lived, she wouldn’t tell me, and then I would know that she was not ready to forgive me yet. What I had done, I was not sure of, but I was more worried about what was going to happen next.

  “Would you like me to take you home?”

  She still hadn’t said where she lived or anything else. Desiree seemed to be making a decision in her mind, and I hoped that it was going to be for us.

  “I live down near where Tommy found me, in one of the townhouses. They aren’t that great, but it was all I could find on such short notice.”

  I ground my teeth a little. I hated to think of her leaving like she had, but I knew that was a conversation for another time. She was pregnant, emotional and I was not stupid enough to rock the boat that I had just found and gotten back on. If she wanted to take it slow, I was willing. As long as she let me be part of her life and our son’s life, that was all that mattered.

  Chapter 5 – Desiree

  I was afraid he was just talking, that he was just saying what he thought I wanted to hear. It was
what I wanted, for him to love me and care for me, but it was hard to reconcile that with what I had been thinking for so long. How was I supposed to believe that he really felt that way? That he really loved me? I wasn’t sure, and the longer the silence hung between us in the car, the more I knew that I needed to find out.

  “How did you look for me?”

  “Well, I went to your house and then tried to track down your friend. I called the emergency numbers in your file from when you were an intern. I hired someone to look for you while I was working, but no one found anything. You weren’t registered anywhere. It was like you just vanished.”

  It sounded like he had devoted a lot of resources to finding me. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I liked the idea that he had tried so hard, but I had made sure that I wouldn’t be found. I had done everything with cash; even my job had been paid under the table. I don’t know what I had really been hiding from, other than all of the feelings that he brought out in me. It was hard to think about it, but now that he was there, I knew that I had to figure it all out. I didn’t have a choice anymore. There was nowhere left to run.

  “Sounds like that took a lot of money and time. We only saw each other a couple of times, Greg. It’s not like we were dating or anything.”

  He pulled up in front of my apartment. I knew that I should just go in. I should just leave and hope that he didn’t follow. But the idea of him not following made me ask him to stay and have a drink.

  “Well, you know, you can drink. I’ll have tea.”

  “Of course, Desiree.”

  I liked the way he said my name, and even though I was ready to pop, I liked the way he was looking at me. I could feel heat rising up inside of me. When his eyes devoured me like that, it was hard to think, especially with the memories of our past coming up and overwhelming all of my senses.

  Fran was at work, and that left us alone. I worried about what was going to happen next. What was going to happen when all I could think about was his hands on me? I knew that I was different, though. I didn’t look the same, but that didn’t stop my body from readying itself like it always had. All I could think about was him inside of me. I blushed at the idea, hoping he wouldn’t see through me.

  Going to the cupboard, I got out the whiskey that he’d drank before and offered him a half-filled glass. I can’t describe how badly I wanted to take a slug of it, but I knew that I couldn’t. I wished for the settling of nerves that came with a sip, but instead poured myself a glass of sweet tea. I was just going to have to pretend for a little while longer.

  “So how have you been, Greg?” I was trying more than anything to get the topic back to something that wasn’t going to change my life forever.

  “I’ve been miserable, Desiree.” He drank the glassful quickly and then looked back up at me like I was next to be consumed. It wasn’t hard to feel what it was that he wanted, and the more he looked at me, the more my body called to him. I didn’t know if he could feel it, but there was no denying the way he was making me feel.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “If you were really sorry, you would make it better.”

  I bit my bottom lip and then wet my lips. There was no illusion about what it was that he wanted, and if he could feel how ready I was, he would know that I wanted it just as badly. My heart was saying yes, my head was saying no and my body didn’t care about anything but being touched by his magical hands once again. This time I wouldn’t try to stop him when he touched me. I wasn’t going to be impatient, either; this time I was going to make sure that he had all of the time he wanted.

  ***

  “Do we really have to do this? I don’t really care about a piece of paper, Greg.”

  He smiled at me, and I couldn’t help but melt a little. I wasn’t feeling well and I had to waddle down the aisle. I was going to give birth at any moment, but Greg had singlehandedly made the wedding happen.

  “I told you that I don’t want our son to be born until we are wed.”

  Greg kept telling me that, and even though I wanted it too, the contractions were getting worse and I was past ready to leave. The piece of paper was becoming less of a priority as the pain increased.

  But I planted a smile on my face and we started the ceremony and the preacher started to talk over us. He was saying all the right words, but if he didn’t hurry up, I was going to have the baby right there. When our hands came together, Greg looked at me rather strangely when I tightened my grip with a sharp contraction.

  “Are you okay?”

  “I’m having the baby. This has to hurry up.”

  My words spurred on the preacher, and before long I was married. Greg was beaming, and for a moment, the kiss that he gave me was enough to make me forget – but only for a moment, and then I was rushing him down the aisle to get to the hospital. Nothing had been normal since I had met him, and it seemed that even the birth of our son was going to be different.

  “Just hurry, Greg.”

  He looked at me and then pushed the gas pedal down. I’d always liked his lead foot, but I was especially happy with it just then.

  He got me there before the baby came. I thought that alone was a miracle.

  Chapter 6 – Desiree

  “Today is the day.”

  I looked over at Greg and had to smile. He had been counting down days like it was Christmastime.

  “I know, baby, you circled today in red on all of the calendars.” I couldn’t help but laugh a little. It was nice to know that he was ready for the marriage to finally be consummated, but I had to get Dano to bed.

  “Well.”

  I looked down and then back to him. “Baby, I have to put him to bed and then take a shower.” I touched my hair and I could feel it sticking out from the bun that topped my head. “I look a mess!”

  “You are beautiful, baby. Let me have him and I’ll put him to bed.”

  “Really?” He still surprised me with how hands-on he was. It was not at all what I had expected, but he had been a godsend the last few weeks. Greg was so understanding, and even though I wasn’t gyrating like he was, I was ready to feel him inside of me again. It had been far too long, and there was nothing but need in both of us.

  The water was hot, and just having a moment in the heat to rinse off was enough to push me into the mood for my husband. I was so nervous I was shaking, and I knew it was because I needed him so badly. I was as tired of the wait as he was.

  The bathroom door opened and I could see Greg coming in. My mind had been so wrapped up in my thoughts that I started involuntarily, but the startled feeling was gone quickly. He wasn’t supposed to be here, but Greg never did seem to care about what was going on around him. All he cared about was getting what was his.

  Moving back, I watched him drop the rest of his clothes. His hard body kept my eyes on him, and I followed his last few steps to the shower door. I could see him, but not as clearly as I would have liked. The door was frosted, but not enough to keep the hard lines of his body from my hungry eyes. Greg’s body had been burned into my memory from the first time we were together. It seemed like so long ago, but my body responded like it was the first time.

  The cold tile bit on my back and ass as I moved back and his large body filled the small space. The door wasn’t shut before his hand was pulling me to his hot lips. They were searching and tasting, pulling me into a grasp that I couldn’t get out of. I could never tell him no, but when Greg’s mouth was on me, nothing else mattered.

  Every time we were together, he controlled me. Every flick of his tongue enticed me and made me forget everything but him. I wanted something more, and before I was completely wrapped up and lost in his web, I pulled away and watched his dark green eyes open slowly to meet mine. I wanted to watch his face as I moved down to take him into my mouth.

  I had never tasted him before, never taken the time to wrap my lips around his long length, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I could already feel my need rising and wetness creeping between my legs t
hat had nothing to do with the water streaming down from above. My knees shook as I moved in front of him, his hardness inches from my lips.

  Looking up at him, I saw that Greg’s face was predatory. I knew that he wanted to be inside of my mouth badly. His tip was twitching in my face. Opening my mouth slowly, I moved to take him in, stopping when my lips were just past the head. I stopped his hips from moving forward and finally closed my lips around the silken rod. The growl in the back of his throat spurred me on.

  Pulling my mouth away, I wrapped my hands around the base, twisting slightly as I stroked up. My lips and tongue licked and tasted down the underside of his thickness, my fingers rubbing the top in synch. Moving back up to the top, I slide my lips around the twitching head and suckled on the tip as my hand moved slowly on the slippery skin.

  Glancing up, I saw that his eyes were closed. I could feel a stray hand on the back of my head, weaving into my wet strands. I needed more and moved him deeper against my throat. I tried to take him all in at once and was confronted with the tip in the back of my throat. Pushing my throat muscles back, I pulled him out and took a breath before doing it again. The only thing I could hear over my beating heart was the short groans coming from his lips.

  As my pace quickened, the noise above me got louder. I could feel the hard end hitting the back of my throat, and his hips were moving forward to meet my mouth. I had given up on using my hand, taking both to brace myself against his rutting hips. His salty taste started to fill the back of my mouth, overpowering my senses and making me add suction to his length.

  The grip on my hair tightened and the taste became a flood of need. There was so much that I had to swallow before my mouth filled with his seed and I wasted a drop. As more came out, I looked up into his emerald eyes. The look alone made my insides throb for him.

  As he pulled back, I moved forward, not allowing the hardness to escape my lips. I wanted more. I wanted him hard again, and I quickly moved down the length with my mouth. Greg groaned, and the sound was pitched high compared to the previous ones. I knew that his tip was sensitive, but I only relented when he was finally full and ready for me again.