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I shrug, waving my hand over my stomach. “All of it. I’m the one who didn’t keep up with my birth control.”

He snorts. “And I’m the one who came inside you.” He leans down, whispering into my ear, “to dump load after load into that tight pussy. Nothing to be sorry about, honey.”

Heat throbs between my legs and my sore nipples pebble, sensitive against the soft t-shirt. He cups my breasts, kneading them twice before letting go and walking ahead of me to open the passenger door. “Want to take me to a hotel and fuck me again?”

“Fuck, Peyton.” He groans, adjusting his growing bulge in his pants. “Get your pretty ass in the car before I bend you over the seat.”

I pout. “I was being serious.”

“I know. And we’re going to figure out how to keep you quiet while you take my cock in our bed.” The deep desire burning in his eyes has me shuddering in anticipation, and I happily hop in the vehicle, the drama with Brit completely gone from my mind.

Chapter Fourteen

Owen

Peyton rolls her neck, breathing out small huffs as she rubs her belly. I watch her, my anxiety through the roof because she’s in denial that she’s laboring.

The skin on her stomach tightens. She sucks air in through her teeth as her breath catches. Her eyes squeeze shut, and I start the timer on my watch, waiting for her to relax.

“I’m not going till my mom is here. She said the plane lands in an hour.”

My heart aches for her. Neither her nor her mom wanted to fly out so close to her due date, but her mom had to meet up with a specialist in the next state over. Whatever scans or tests they wanted to run couldn’t be done in the closest hospital. The good news is that if the visit goes well, then we can officially declare her in remission.

“Honey, your mom wouldn’t want you to endanger yourself or the baby just to wait for her,” I try to explain calmly.

Peyton growls, flashing her furious eyes. “People have babies at home every day!”

I hold up my hands. “I know, but we didn’t prepare for that possibility, remember?”

Her expression drops and her eyes water. “I just really want my mom.”

My throat aches as I try to stay calm for her. “I’m going to call her again, okay?”

Putting it on speaker, I let it ring and ring. Peyton watches it as her tears fall. I hang up with a sigh when it reaches her voicemail.

“What do you want to do? Do you want to try to lay down?”

She nods, holding up her hand for me to pull her up and off the couch. I grab onto her and help her stand. We only make it a step before her nails dig into my arms.

“Owen…”

I glance down at the dark stain growing on her gray leggings between her legs. My eyes widen. “Your water broke?”

“Or I peed myself. But I don’t think it’s that.”

Our stares lock and I tilt my head. “Honey…”

She swallows. “I know. Help me change and let’s go.”

Kneeling before her, I strip off her leggings and use the dry parts to wipe down her legs. I rush to our room and grab her a fresh pair. She waves me off to get everything else while she changes.

I grab the hospital bag and the separate bag full of items for us. Peyton is leaning against the front door as I jog down the steps and swipe the keys from the table.

Holding the door for her, she slowly waddles to the driveway and I help her into the back of the car. We’re only fifteen minutes from the hospital, but every minute feels like an eternity.

Peyton is moaning and nearly standing straight in the seat, the way she’s hunched over it. “Oh my god. I’m never doing this again.”

I bite down on my smile. “That’s fine, honey. I’m happy with one.”

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