“I don’t mean we tell them about the fucking part.” We won’t have to tell them. They’re going to figure that out on their own when they learn about Jacob.
Oh God. All these years I dreamed of Owen coming back into my life but I only considered the great parts like us being together and him loving our son as much as me. I completely skipped over the part where I’m forced to explain why I didn’t track him down to let him know he had a child. And Owen’s family? What are his parents going to think of my keeping their grandson from them for four years? They’ve missed so many things in his life. His first words. His first steps. His first T-ball game.
Owen didn’t get to throw Jacob his first pitch or coach him through his ball games. He’s going to be upset about that.
Or will he? It’s possible he’ll find out about our son and make a run for the hills.
You’d be beautiful with my kid growing inside your swollen belly.Those aren’t the words of someone who doesn’t have children on his mind. I told him I wasn’t on birth control and he purposely came inside me. He knew the possible outcome when he did that.
I think he’ll be happy about Jacob but very unhappy about missing so much of his life.
In my defense, it was all a huge misunderstanding. I thought I’d gotten drunk and slept with a panty dropper who hopped from one bed to the next. I thought I was protecting my child. I thought it was better Jacob didn’t have a father at all if he was a liar and a cheat.
I. Was. Wrong.
So fucking wrong.
And now he may hate me when he finds out what I’ve done. His family may hate me. And they’d all have the right.
We’re finally going to be together after all these years apart. You’re mine, Ashlyn, and I’m stoked about that. You’re my girl. My girlfriend. Those words prove Owen wants me for me without knowing about our son. The question now is if he’ll be able to forgive me for what I’ve done.
I have to tell him as soon as possible. But not now. Not here.
“Feel OK?” I think he’s demonstrated he’s stable enough to walk after what he just did.
“I feel amazing.”
I do too. Incredible what a great orgasm will do for you. And I had two.
Owen was just sedated and only has use of his non-dominant arm and hand, yet still had the ability to give me two magnificent orgasms. I can’t imagine what he’ll do when he gets back the use of his other arm.
“Well, hold on to me anyway so your mom doesn’t think anything about my being in the bathroom with you behind a closed door.”
Owen kisses the top of my head. “Whatever you want, baby. Although it’s pretty hilarious you think you could hold me up if I collapsed. You’re tiny.”
“Short? Yeah. But I’m not tiny.”
“You’re tiny to me.”
I have curves, lots of them, and way more since I got pregnant with Jacob. God, Owen is going to see the stretch marks. They aren’t horrible but I definitely didn’t have them the last time he saw me naked. And I definitely didn’t have a scar across my lower stomach.
“OK, big man. Hold on to thistinygirl.” I love the way he towers over me. It does make me feel small and feminine.
Mrs. Bliss is flipping through the TV channels when we approach the bed. “Everything all right?”
“Yes, ma’am. He was a little lightheaded when getting up so I thought it was safer to assist him to the bathroom.”
“Mmm-hmm.” Damn. She’s using the motherlyI know you’re full of shittone. I know it well; I use it on Jacob all the time.
“That’s not the whole truth, Mom.” I bug myshut-up eyesat Owen.
“I felt fine but I told her I was lightheaded so she’d go to the bathroom with me.” Come on, Owen. Don’t say anything stupid. Don’t say anything to make your mother think I’measy. And please don’t say anything to let her know we fucked in the bathroom just now.
“I suspected as much.” Mrs. Bliss has hinted a couple times now that Owen is a ladies’ man. That’s something I’ll want to discuss with him later.
“Ashlyn and I aren’t strangers. We met years ago. Had one fantastic night together and then a terrible misunderstanding separated us. It’s been five years and I’ve thought of her every single day since.” He looks away from his mother and our eyes meet. “She’s literally the one who got away.”
“Son…”