Page 68 of Wreckage of Us
Becca
I wokeup this morning in such a good mood, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I spent breakfast staring at Dylan while pretending that I wasn’t. He caught me doing it too and teased me relentlessly.
“You got something you wanna tell me?” he raised his eyebrows up and down playfully.
“I…” The words were right there on the tip of my tongue. Admitting to myself that I truly loved him was easy. Telling him that felt like torture.
“You what?” he wouldn’t let it go, especially after noticing the furious blush on my face. “You love me?” he grinned at me, and I felt like my face was literally on fire.
Why was this so hard? Especially since I had already told him that I loved him once before. Never since though. And definitely never since our blowout about the baby.
My belly has been getting a little bigger every day. I still haven’t opened the envelope Dr. Patel gave me, and now I’m thinking that I want to do something special with it for Dylan. And I’ll tell him that I love him too. I’ll also throw in a session of sex so wild, he won’t be able to walk for days, I decide.
I giggle to myself at the crazy thoughts going through my head.
“What’s so funny?” he glances at me from the driver’s seat in his truck. After we finished breakfast, he told me he needed to take me to his Mom’s for a few hours while he took care of shit. He didn’t specify what kind of shit, and I didn’t ask.
“You,” I grin at him and act all silly. “I miss you already,” I confess in a soft voice, lacing my fingers through his. “And I can’t wait to see you tonight.”
Tonight is going to be the night. I don’t care if the world is coming to an end, I decide. We will not go out without me telling him that I love him and that I am excited to have this baby with him.
“We’re here,” he sighs when he pulls into Mr. Stewart’s long driveway. I feel funny calling him Jon even though he’s been asking me to, especially now that I spend so much time with Dylan’s mom at his house.
“What time are you picking me up?” I ask before gathering my bag and making sure my reader and my laptop are in there. I am behind on posting my reviews on my blog, and I am on a mission.
“Not sure,” he plays with my hair while telling me that. “I’ll shoot you a text or call you when I’m on my way back,” I assure her. “That way you’re ready to go.”
“Oh okay,” I nod in agreement.
“Do not get out of this house unless I called or texted you to say it’s okay though,” he insists. “Got it?” he yanks on my hair a little, just enough to raise goosebumps all over my skin.
“Yes, sir,” I murmur right before his mouth slams over mine.
“Baby,” he groans, “why are you doing this to me right now?”
“I don’t know,” I giggle. “It just came out.”
“Fuck,” he nibbles on my lower lip. “I’ll get you for it tonight.”
“You better rest up,” I run a hand down his face and cup his jaw. “I got plans for you for tonight.”
“You do, huh?” His free hand squeezes my boob, running his thumb over my very sensitive nipple, then moves lower to my pregnant belly.
“I sure do.” I cover his hand with mine, and we remain staring at each other like this for God knows how long.
“Hey,” a loud knock rattles the passenger window. “You’re stopping traffic,” Malone grins big from outside my door. A look in the mirror shows Mr. Stewart sitting in his fancy car, unable to leave.
“Sorry, sorry,” I put my hands up defensively. I turn around and give Dylan a quick kiss. “I’ll see you tonight, okay?”
“Nowhere else I’d rather be, baby,” he assures me. With that, I take my leave.
I turn around and look back to wave at him one more time before walking into the house. I pause for a second when he waves back. I get this weird feeling in my stomach, almost like this is the last time I’m going to see him like this.
I stand here frozen for a few more seconds, not moving until I notice the worried look on his face. I give him another wave and turn to walk inside.
“Hi, honey,” Arlene greets me with open arms. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m feeling okay,” I give her a bright smile, brighter than how I’m feeling all of a sudden.
