Page 46 of Falling for Her

Shaking my head, I quickly grab the trays on my counter and put them away before putting my pad in my bag as Mr. Star puts the tub I gave him in his bag, a big grin on his face making me chuckle while some guys next to me pout and grumble about not being quick enough.

“Such a teacher’s pet, I’ll bet she’s screwing him,” Zoe says as she walks past, flicking her hair and I can’t help the little bit of anger that builds inside at her words, words I can normally ignore but this time I mutter, “I’m not you, thanks,” as I grab my bag, and she gasps, her head swinging my way, but I just shrug and storm past her.

Zoe is the typical mean girl with the short red bob and blue eyes. She used to be a cheerleader, the head apparently, or so she brags every class, and she’s also a bitch that I try and stay clear of, but when I’m feeling like this, I just can’t focus, and my anger slips out sometimes.

Honestly, it’s about time I put her in her place.

Waving bye to the teacher with a small smile, I leave the room, ignoring Zoe's glare behind me, and walk towards the exit.

I need to call Damian. I need to make things right.

He’s never given me a reason not to trust him, and I know there has to be a good explanation as to why he didn’t tell me about his family. It's not because he believes I’m a patch chaser. He knows I’m not, and he knows he’s my everything and if I’m being honest with myself, I haven’t just ignored him because of that. I just needed some breathing room after finding out I was pregnant, six weeks to be exact.

I needed time to figure out how it happened. Okay, I know how it happened, I just don’t know how it was possible. Other than the first time we slept together, we’ve worn a condom, and not once did they break, I mean, I know they’re not one hundred percent but surely my luck isn’t that crap.

Swallowing past the panic I feel building, I walk out of the double doors and descend the stairs, not looking up. Dad’s car broke down, so I loaned him mine, meaning I have to catch the bus.

Awesome.

“Oh my, my, what fine specimen do we have here?” I hear Zoe moan, but I try and ignore her and pick up my speed a little until she says, “I would bet my left tit that man is a biker,” and I look up without hesitation before locking eyes with the ones I love oh so much, and my whole body relaxes.

Wearing his usual T-shirt, jeans, biker boots, and leather jacket, Damian leans against his Harley. Watching me, and my stomach flips with his intensity.

My eyes tear, my hormones completely taking over because despite icing him out, he is here not willing to let this carry on any longer, and without a thought, I walk over to him. He pushes off his bike with a furrowed brow, focusing on me as I stop before him.

I want to jump into his arms and beg him to hold me tight, but I’ve ignored him for two weeks to try and get my emotions under control, which clearly has failed so I need to go at his pace.

“Angel,” he rasps as he looks over me, and I sniffle, “Stranger,” and I allow my tears to fall. Concern etches off him as he opens his arms, and everything seems to righten in my world. I instantly relax as I drop my bag and walk into his waiting open arms. They wrap around me as soon as my head hits his chest. I sob silently, making him hold me tighter.

“Angel, what’s happened?” he whispers in my ear, and I shake my head and mumble, “Just a bad day,” before leaning back and locking eyes with him. I sniffle, “If I’d known you were here, I wouldn’t have given everything I’d baked to my teacher for his kids.”

He grins before bending down and rubbing his nose against mine and whispers, “You can make it up to me then, huh?” he kisses my tears away, which only makes more fall despite the feeling of home consuming me.

“He’s with her, her?!” I hear Zoe snap and Damian tenses, but I shake my head and go to my tiptoes before gently caressing his lips, making him soften.

I ask, “Take me home?” as I grip his shirt.

He raises a brow, “If by home you mean mine, then yes, by all means.”

I smile a little and peck his lips before stepping out of his hold and picking up my bag. He takes it from me, places it in the saddle, then climbs on his bike and holds his arm out, which I grab instantly before climbing behind him. On instinct, I scoot up right behind him, wrap my arms around his waist, and lay my head on his back, feeling at home again.

I’ve missed him so much.

Damian starts his bike, it rumbles beneath me as I watch Zoe throw a literal hissy fit, stomping her foot and everything while we drive away. I can’t help the little bit of delight that brings me, and I close my eyes, holding Damian like he’s about to disappear.

“You going to tell me exactly what upset you when I picked you up?” Damian asks, and I swallow hard as I gently trace the lines of his abs.

We’ve been back at his place for probably about twenty minutes, and I haven’t spoken to him, but to be fair, he hasn’t spoken to me either. When we returned, he removed his shirt then my jeans and pulled me over to the couch. He made me straddle him, and that’s where I’ve been since.

I know I need to tell him about the baby and that we need to decide what to do about it, but I just don’t know how to say the words.

Will he think I’ve trapped him like he thought I used him?

Will he want me to get rid of it?

Will he want to start a family with me?

Do I want to keep the baby?

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