Page 36 of Falling for You

“Oh god, she tried to trap you, didn’t she? And now she’s going to take my grandbaby away.” She cries, and I shake my head as Dad sighs.

“Fuck’s sake Xanthe, you couldn’t keep your mouth shut,” Dylan snaps making his wife jump, the smirk she had at mom’s outburst gone.

Kissing Kaylah on her head, I stand and walk over to my brother; putting our niece on his lap, I mutter, “Sorry big brother,” and he furrows his brows, but I just give him a small wince. I turn to his wife and decide to give her some real fucking truths.

“Just because you’re a lying piece of work who tried to trap my brother not once before he married your ass but every single month since that doesn’t mean every other woman is the same. Because unlike you, Pen had no idea who I was and only wanted to get in touch because she believed I had a right to know I was going to be a father. She isn’t after a cent because not everyone is you!”

Her mouth parts in shock as she gasps, and then I turn to look at my mother.

“She didn’t expect to see me last week. She thought it would be through lawyers. Her emotions are still high after giving birth, and she’s scared because she felt the connection we had that one night again. Her main focus is our son, while mine, yes, is our son, but it is also her. I want her. I wanted her before I even knew about Hudson. She is the last girl I have been with,” Mom's eyes tear up, and I finish, “She isn’t trying to trap me or take what’s in my bank; she isn’t Xanthe. She’s taking time to get her emotions intact, and I can guarantee she’s probably trying to harden her heart to me and claim we should just co-parent. I’m going to bulldoze it down, and when I know she’s ready, I’ll bring Hudson to see you. Until then, give her the respect she deserves and havepatience. She’s gone through her whole pregnancy alone trying to find me, and if she wants time, she can have time.”

That said, I give Dad a nod, then I blow a kiss to Kaylah, who grins at me, then turn and leave my parents’ home, believing every word I say.

I just need the woman to fucking call me so I can get started on winning her over.

I slam my locker shut, ignoring the concerned looks around me as I put my jacket on.

“Tay,” Ezra calls out, but I put my hand up, unwilling to listen.

I lost my shit on the ice. The rookies were pissing me the fuck off, messing up left and right, and the more they messed up, the more fucking agitated I got. When Jace nearly fucking sliced off Liam's fingers in the net, I couldn’t keep my anger in. The fucker shouldn’t have even been down there to begin with.

Mom’s and Xanthe’s words kept running around in my head about Pen maybe taking Hudson and running away. I know it’s bullshit like I told them, but it stuck and now everyone is my verbal punching bag.

Pen has been trying to find me, wanting me to have access to our son. I’ve seen all the letters and calls that Coach found on Elena’s work phone. Thousands, fucking thousands of calls are logged from Penelope, which gave Elena the easiest restraining order opportunity.

The judge didn’t even question it, seeing how much Pen called, but she also messaged pictures of scans and appointments, and she even sent a photo of Hudson after he was born while demanding she tell me about him.

Elena never fucking did.

“You need to breathe, Taylor,” Levi says, and I sigh.

“Was I too hard?” I ask as I grab my bag and look at the boys.

Ezra shrugs, “Not really, because as soon as you lost your shit, they buckled up. Jace could have seriously injured Liam and needed that lesson to hit home.”

I huff, “I need to leave, I need some fucking time.”

Levi nods and says, “She’ll contact you, Taylor.”

I take a deep breath but nod before walking past them while feeling everyone’s eyes on me.

Before practice, I met with Coach, and we decided to let the men know about Penelope and that I had a son. When I made it public about firing Elena, I didn’t express exactly why, only the continuous stalking which brought my teammates to come forward, but now they know exactly what brought everything to a head. They all were shocked that a woman could be so fucking evil.

“I’ll see you guys later,” I say as I walk out the door, looking down, feeling really fucking defeated.

I just want to speak to her, for her to give me a chance.

“Fighting on the ice then shouting at your teammates,” an angel says, and I look up in shock as my body zings and I lock eyes with my gorgeous girl’s dark green ones. “Not very captain of you, is it?” she asks as she pushes off the wall she was leaning on, her dark blue tank hugging her body nicely and showing the shape of her large tits, making my cock twitch in my jeans but the way her hair frames her face, the way her plump lips call to me.

Fuck me, she is beautiful…

“Well, I had a message that a certain redhead was blocking everyone out, and it pissed me off, especially when I haven’t heard anything from her since returning to New York,” I admit as I feel a few pats on my back from my teammates. Still, I ignore them, walk over to my girl, and crowd her in against the wall, forcing her back up against it.

“I needed time,” she replies, not breaking eye contact.

I nod, then ask, “And now?”

“Have dinner with me?” she asks, and my eyes race between hers, and I question, “Where’s Hudson?”

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