“You want to shower?” I move the hair out of her face and she nods her head. Helping her up, I stand up and start the water, and wait for it to warm up. Looking in the other cabinets, I finally find a towel for her.
I walk back over to her and lean down in front of her. Grabbing the bottom of her shirt, I pull it up and over her head. “Slade?”
“Yeah?” She looks up at me with sad puppy dog eyes.
“I don’t want to throw up every day” She pouts, and I pull her into my body.
“I know. But think, in seven months we will have this little baby in our arms.” She looks up at me and smiles brightly for the first time since she started to feel like shit.
“I hope we have a boy.” She whispers. Yesterday she wanted a girl, and now she wants a boy.
“Why did you change your mind?” I reach in the shower and check the water temperature before pulling the curtain back. Helping her in the shower, she runs her fingers over my jaw.
“Because I want him to be just like his daddy.” Hearing the word daddy still gets to me, I love hearing it, and I still can’t get over the fact that I’m going to be a dad soon.
“Well he would be pretty fucking awesome if he took after me.” Her mouth drops open and I can’t believe that she’s surprised by that statement. She pulls my head under the water and I get in with her, still fully clothed.
I don’t even care that I’m soaked. Seeing the smile on her faces makes everything all right. The water drips down her face and her eyes are full of happiness and love.
A knock at the door causes me to pause, and I kiss her quickly before getting out of the shower and peeling off my wet clothes. Pulling a towel around my waist, I look back at her and she looks nervous. “I’ll be right back. Stay here.” She nods, and I make my way out of the room and to the front door.
Looking out the peep hole, I see Sally standing there with what looks like to-go containers. Opening the door, I see her eyes widen as they take me in. “Wow.” She mumbles under her breath.
Clearing my throat, I watch her eyes snap up to mine, and she gives me a little grin. “They sure didn’t make them like you when I was your age.” She shakes her head and I smirk at her. It still takes her a few minutes to say what she came here to say, and I’m sure I’m not helping by being in just a towel.
“I hear your friend is having morning sickness, so I brought her something that should cure it.” She hands me the bag of food and I just watch her. Her eyes linger where my dick is, and it’s quite comical.
“Thank you, Sally, I’m sure my old lady will be happy for some food.” Her eyes meet mine when I say old lady.
“Are you two getting married anytime soon? You know you really shouldn’t have a baby out of wedlock.” I try to be polite because she owns this place, but I don’t agree with that whole “your baby is a bastard if you don’t get married before having it” bullshit.
“Haven’t thought about marriage. Not sure it’s for me, but either way, this baby will be loved by both Finley and I, so I’m not too worried about it.” She goes to say something, but she thinks better of it.
“Well you have a beautiful girlfriend. Wouldn’t want someone else to swoop on in and give her the family she wants. Anyways, I hope she feels better.” Sally smiles at me and her eyes roam all over my body again. She mutters something under her breath, but I don’t even bother trying to figure it out. I watch her walk to her car, and I shut the door behind me. Walking into the kitchen, I set the food on the table and make my way back into the room.
Siena is sitting on the bed with a smirk on her face. Walking over to her, I grab the back of her wet hair and pull her head back so she is looking up at me.
“What’s so funny?” I growl. I nip at her earlobe and her body breaks out in chills.
“Sally was totally checkin’ you out. I’m pretty sure she almost had a heart attack when you walked out there in just a towel.” She starts to giggle, and I can’t help but laugh with her.
“So you heard what else she said?” She nods her head and looks up at me. She doesn’t give away if she wants that stuff, so I have no idea how to even proceed. “And?” I ask after a few minutes of us just staring at each other.
“You already seemed to have the answers you want, why does it matter what I want?” I feel like this is a trick question that I’m likely to fail at answering correctly.
“I know how I feel about that shit, but I want to know how you feel about it, too.” She studies me for a few minutes before she answers me.
“Before I met you, I hated the idea of getting married to someone that my father chose for me. Ever since you’ve been in my life, I feel like maybe getting married wouldn’t be such a bad thing. I don’t know, maybe it would feel like we are more of a family if we were married.” She shrugs her shoulders and she puts her head on my chest.
“We can’t get married on the run, baby. If they see our names pop up, they will know where to look for us. I’m not risking either of you.” She gives me a sad smile and I know that it wasn’t the answer she wanted, but it’s the one that’s going to keep her family from coming after us. “Fin, I love you and I will do anything for you, but I can’t give you that.”
She doesn’t say anything, and I know she’s pissed at me. She pushes me away from her and I give her the space she needs. “Sally brought you some food that she said will take away the morning sickness.” She gets up off the bed without a word and makes her way into the kitchen. Sitting back on the bed, I put my head in my hands.
I knew this shit wouldn’t be easy, but this fucking sucks. I hate hurting her when I don’t really have to. I just hope she understands that I’m doing this for us.