Page 86 of Chase

“Lilly? You were her father?” I bark at my father, the violence in my voice causes him to take a step back. “You wanted me to marry Aubrey, why then? Because you were never going to marry her? This is so fucked up!”

“I’m sorry...” he says.

“Fuck your sorry,” I interrupt, the vehemence in my voice surprising even me. “I’m done; the both of you live a happy life, because you fucking deserve each other. Oh and Aubrey, get my dad to buy you a new house. This house is in my name, and I’ll give you a month to move out.”

With that I walk out, leaving both my ex, and my own father in the dust.

An hour later I walk into my house, where Layla is having a nap on our bed. “Hey Chase,” she says in a sleepy voice, as the rouses. Fuck but she’s sexy. And she is honest, and real. She is a breath of fresh air. “How did it go with Aubrey?” she asks in a soft voice, whilst tying her hair in a bun on the top of her head.

“Lilly wasn’t mine,” is all I tell her. No, she wasn’t mine, but she was my baby sister. I will always love Lilly.

“I’m sorry. Come here, I’ll take care of you,” she says, reaching for me.

I don’t tell Layla about my father and Aubrey. I’m not tarnishing her with that shit. She is now in my arms, and I feel a sense of peace.

Layla is all I need, to breathe, to live, to thrive.

Layla

Okay, so I’m a coward.

I decided to tell my mother on the phone about my pregnancy. I’ve picked up the phone about ten times in the last thirty minutes, only to chicken out at the very last minute. I exhale hard, and finally gather enough courage to dial the number.

Thirty minutes later, I’m still getting lectured. After a while though, she calms down.

“When is the wedding?” She demands.

“Mum, I want to get married after; I don’t want to get married whilst being pregnant!” I whine.

“You should have thought about that before, don’t you think?” she spits out. Ugh.

She puts my father on, and he actually seems happy to be a grandfather. I promise to come and visit them soon.

Chase called his mother, who was off in Italy somewhere. She was so happy for us, and I ended up chatting with her for over an hour. She said she will be here for the wedding and the birth of her first grandchild. Chase and I are both thrilled.

Everything was finally going right.

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Layla

“You aren’t going to that fucking animal shelter. I’ve already called up and said you can’t volunteer anymore!” Chase explodes.

“You did what?” I gape.

“You are pregnant, those dogs could jump on you, or bite you for fuck sake, Layla!” he’s yelling now.

I sigh. Chase has been so over protective. “Okay, fine,” I concede. I guess it wouldn’t be safe, really. First he called my work and quit for me, and now this. But I know he’s just worried about the baby.

“Okay?” he asks, suspicious.

“Yes, okay,” I repeat softly.

He sighs in relief. I had to take time off from University too. My life is taking a different turn, but I’m not upset about it. My family comes first.

“Can we have make up sex now?” he asks frankly.

I roll my eyes.

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