Page 55 of Sweet Temptation
And with the enemy's child. This is what happens in forbidden love. This was the creation of mine and Damon's relationship. We screwed up.
The thought makes my head spin and I can't function. I don't even know what to do. Oh god, oh no. Damon. The thought races through my head until I hear Bailey yelling in the background. "It's important, asshole!"
What is happening? When did everything go wrong? I'm going to get killed. Margarita Saint will have me buried. Sobs wrack my body as I grip my knees. I feel Scarlet's arms hold me as I cry.
This can't be happening… not now, not ever. Bailey sits on the bed above me and all of a sudden Scarlet disappears from the room. Lifting my head, I look around until my eyes find him. Damon.
"What the hell is he doing here!" I scream as a sob escapes me. Damon's face fills with worry as he watches me and he has a right to be. We are screwed. Are families tied together when they don't ask for it?
My breath comes up short. "Bailey called him, I told her to," Scarlet announces. I stopped listening after I saw him.
"What's going on, Cinderella? Talk to me," he whispers as he kneels beside me.
A baby is growing inside me. I stare up at him with bloodshot green eyes. I know my cheeks are tear stained as I watch him.
"I'm-I'm… pregnant," I sob out. Damon's face pales as he wraps his arms around me. Probably remembering the night in the Waverly hot tub. Shit. I hear whispers from the bed above me as Scarlet and Bailey await Damon's response.
Damon pulls me into his lap and peppers kisses across my face in a soothing motion. "It's okay, Han. It's all going to be okay. I will never let anyone hurt you," he whispers against my hair.
Relaxation takes over as I fall into his arms. He's not going to leave me. A soft smile appears on my lips and I grab his shirt, burying my face in his chest. But in the end, this will never be okay again.
I love this man more than I could possibly describe. "We'll do this together, I promise you. I'm not going anywhere, and nobody is taking you or this child from me without death coming their way," he whispers into my hair.
Laying my head in his lap, I close my eyes. We can do this. "I love you," I mutter. Damon presses kisses to my cheeks and hands as he holds me close to him. I know he's scared, but I'm much happier knowing that he's not going anywhere.
He's here. With me. I didn't expect this. The day I agreed to tutor him. I didn't expect that so many months later, a beautiful baby would be growing inside me. That I would know all I know. Our lives would be so intertwined.
But this… This is our miracle. My baby. Our baby.
THIRTY-ONE
Hanna's pregnant. I'm going to be a dad. I still haven't wrapped my head around the situation when we enter my condo. "Your home! We should—" Sam stops his sentence when he notices Hanna's bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks. "What did you do now!"
Seriously? As if I did something every time she cries. Fuck's sake. "I didn’t do anything," I grumble as Hanna shoves past him. "Han!" She nods toward the boys as she makes her way upstairs to my bedroom.
Damien turns to me, tilting his head. This is about to change his life too. And my mother is going to need to be stopped once this is all out in the open. "What's going on?" Ace asks, settling on one of the island stools.
Sam crosses his arms over his chest and watches me with a questioning look. Gulping, I lean against the wall. Here goes nothing. "Hanna's pregnant. I'm going to be a dad," I reply with my gaze going to Damien's.
Damien's eyes widen and I watch the white sheet slide over his face as he pales. Yeah… Me, too, brother. But I got it covered. We will figure this out.
Ace shoots me a wide-eyed look while Damien's jaw drops. "Fucking what?" Sam stares at me like I've grown six heads. Damien shoots Sam a glare the general needs to protect clear on his features.
"What? This is definitely the worst news I have heard!" he exclaims. Damien's eyes narrow as he takes a step toward Sam, but Ace beats me to it, shoving Damien back and glaring at Sam.
We introduced Ace to our world a day ago, and he took it better than I ever expected him to—and he took our offer with open hands. The three men are still in a circle, glaring at each other when I push my thoughts away.
Jesus Christ, what is this? "How about you stay out of it, Sam. You have nothing to do with the famiglia. I will figure this out with Damien and Ace, especially when it comes to my mother," I shout. Sam shoots me a frown and sticks out his bottom lip.
I shake my head at Sam. Ace's eyes widen for a moment before the look is gone. The chaos disappears as Sam nods and shoves his hands into his pockets. "Just… if you want my help dealing with Margarita, let me know," he mutters.
I chuckle softly before heading toward the stairs. I knew that was coming. He won’t waste a moment trying to help us with our mess.
"And you can't see her tonight. We have a plane to catch for her dad's funeral in the morning and she's exhausted, so you'll be able to talk to her about it in four days," I reply. The thought of being in outfit territory makes my skin crawl, but I won’t let her go alone.
They all nod as I disappear upstairs into my bedroom with Hanna. I'm going to be a dad. I smile as I crawl onto the bed next to my girl. Sure, this is ridiculous, but there is not a thing I would change.
"We can do this, baby. You'll be the best mother, better than your mother ever was, and I'm going to prove to my mother that a Saint knows what they are doing," I whisper in her hair.
