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My mom reaches over and pats Owen's arm. “I think that was more my doing. I kept reassuring her everything was fine, but we have every ultrasound photo from the appointments if you want to see them.”

“I’d love to, and I want to be around for the rest of the pregnancy,” he says.

The silence in the room is suffocating. My parents are staring at him in disbelief, and while I feel the same, I’m also trying to hold back tears because he sounds like he really means it. Owen’s immediate acceptance of the pregnancy is affecting me more emotionally than I expected. “What about your bar?”

“Tiff can manage it without me. I would just need to check on it every once and while.”

“And in the long run?” my dad asks.

Owen shrugs, wiping his mouth before taking a sip of his beer. “Whatever Peyton wants. If she wants to stay, then we’ll stay. If the possibility of moving to California is there, then we can discuss it. Twenty years ago I let a woman walk away with my child, and it was one of the worst mistakes of my life. Not because I cared for the woman, but because my child was raised without me. I don’t want to lose Peyton or our son. I want to spend every day with them.”

This time my mom wipes the tears from her eyes and sniffles, staring at Owen with the same affection I usually see directed at me. My dad clears his throat and nods once. “That’s all I hoped for. So I guess the only thing left to say is… welcome to the family.”

Chapter Twelve

Owen

I had to fly back for a couple days to ensure the manager was good to cover me for the foreseeable future. Then I packed a duffel bag full of clothes and headed back to Peyton. After the dinner with her parents, they seemed to relax and even opened their home to me. Though, I’m to strictly stay in the guest room, which Peyton rolled her eyes at and asked what’s he gonna do, knock me up again?

“Hey,” she says softly as I walk up to her waiting by a large SUV in the passenger pick up zone at the airport. I drop my bag and twine my fingers in her hair at the back of her head before slamming my lips to hers. She moans, her large belly rubbing against my stomach, and I harden. Something about my woman pregnant with my child makes me feral.

Pulling away, I place one more chaste kiss on her lips and smile. “Hey, honey. Whose SUV is this?”

Her cheeks flush, either from our kiss or her answer. “It’s…uh…ours, technically. My parents bought it for the baby, for me and I guess…you.”

“Wow, ” I say, a bit stunned that her parents would do that. But then again, they’re the same couple who bought a house near the college their daughter attended just to be close by. I am starting to realize they are probably more well off than I thought.

She places the keys in my hand. “Believe me, I tried to talk them out of it.”

I open her door, helping her into the seat as my hands tingle with the need to touch her more. Grabbing my bag, I toss it in the back as I make my way around the hood and climb into the driver’s seat. Peyton already has her seat leaned back, her hands pressing up on her belly from below.

“You okay?” I ask, selecting her saved address in the GPS and pulling out of the airport.

She lets out a small groan, but nods. “Yeah, he’s just heavy. And it was really uncomfortable to stay upright like that for the drive.”

I frown and reach out, rubbing her belly before twisting our fingers together. Her head turns to the side to stare at me.

“I could have taken a cab, but thank you,” I tell her softly.

She smirks. “Well… maybe I wanted something for it.”

“Like a favor?” Lust shoots through me at the thought of the last favor she asked of me.

Peyton nods, bringing my hand to her breasts. They look fuller through the thin t-shirt. “I’m so horny, Owen. It never stops lately. I get off like twice a day with my vibrator, but it's not enough.”

My grip tightens on the steering wheel as all the blood drains to my cock. I feel dizzy from how fast her confession got me hard.

“And you want my cock?” I ask huskily.

“Yes!” she whines, her bottom lip pushing out into a pout. “Your cock, your tongue, your fingers. I need everything…”

“Fuck.” I knead my palm into my erection, my breaths shallow with arousal. My eyes don’t stray from the road, but in the corner I can see the movement of her hands as she keeps playing with her breasts. “Are your parents home?”

“Mhmmm,” she mutters.

My head hits the back of the head rest and I groan. I feel like a teenager trying to sneak away to make out with my girlfriend, and while a part of it is amusing, the other part is a stark reminder of our situation and how young she is.

“Would you be offended if I got us a motel room?” I ask. It’s seedy, and ungentlemanly of me to ask, but if I don’t get to touch her soon I may combust.

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