Page 9 of Seduced By My Brother's Best Friend
“Listen to me carefully, Fallon. That baby inside of you is mine. Which means you’re not taking it away from me. We might not have been expecting it, but that doesn’t mean we’re not going to care for it. I’m going to try my hardest to be the best fucking dad, and I’m going to take care of you. I’m not like your parents, I’m not going to throw you away, and our baby isn’t a mistake. Understood?”
She looks up at me, those green eyes filled with surprise and a little gratitude.
“Thanks, Alex.”
I don’t get it. That was the bare minimum. Were her expectations of me really that low that she would think I didn’t want any part of my baby’s life?
I sit back down in front of her and take one of her hands into mine. They’re so small and dainty. Delicate, like they could break with any effort. I rub her palm with my thumb before interlocking our fingers.
“I’m here for you, Fallon. I’ll always be here for you,” I promise her.
Chapter 4
(Fallon)
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I would never have thought there would come a day that I would come to depend on Alexander King. But life has a habit of throwing unexpected situations at people. I could very easily resent this baby growing inside of me for my situation right now, but the truth is, I don’t hate who or what I’ve become. I’m happy. Happier than I ever was in my parents’ house, in college, and even in New Jersey, thanks to Alex.
He makes me feel free, and he’s really good at soothing my worries. Everything is perfect right now except for the damn morning sickness.
“Feel better?” Alex questions, rubbing my back after I just puked my guts out on a Saturday morning.
I groan and collapse onto the bathroom floor. If he wasn’t my baby’s daddy and fifty percent responsible for the predicament I’ve found myself in, I might have reconsidered acting like this in front of him. But over the past month that I’ve lived with him, he’s seen me at my worst.
We’re nothing more than co-parents or roommates right now. Alex takes care of me. He feeds me, provides for me, and does everything in his power to make sure I’m comfortable, but nothing more than that. Although, there have been a few moments when I’ve caught him staring at me, and I’ve begun to wonder if there could be more.
The night we slept together keeps playing over and over in my mind. He seemed sad that I was leaving, and I knew he was holding back. We’re both not the best at communicating, which is why we’re at such a standstill. But deep in my heart, I know I want him. I’ve wanted him since I was thirteen, and the only thing keeping me away from him is the fear that he might not feel the same way.
“Come on, I made us some pancakes for breakfast,” he says, helping me to my feet.
I clean up before I turn to face him.
“I don’t really want pancakes,” I tell him, biting down on my bottom lip.
He raises a dark eyebrow. “Oh yeah? So, what does my lady want this morning?”
He’s so patient and kind. A sharp contrast to what I thought he would be like. He has pretty much turned his whole life upside down for me. No more late nights at bars or clubs. No more women. No more alcohol in his house. According to him, if I can’t drink, he’ll join me in sobriety. It was really sweet of him.
“Some soup would be nice,” I tell him with a smile.
“Soup? Okay, I’ll get it done, but I might need to get some groceries. You’ll be fine on your own?”
I roll my eyes. “Alex, I’m pregnant, not handicapped. We don’t have to be glued at the hip.”
“Yeah, but I worry about you and my little Neymar,” he states, moving closer and placing his hand carefully on my stomach.
I’m barely showing at four months, but the doctor has assured us it’s normal. We don’t know the sex of the kid, but Alex is sure it will be a boy. According to him, a girl would be too hard to raise because he would never be able to tell her no.
“You can’t speak the sex of a baby into existence,” I say with a grin.
“I can damn well try,” he retorts before placing a quick kiss on my forehead.
“Go back to bed. I’ll be back in ten minutes.”
I nod, trying hard to ignore the erratic beating of my heart. I head back into my bedroom, and then he leaves. I check my phone to see if I’ve received any calls from my family, specifically my parents, but nothing yet. Damien has been trying to talk them around but it seems they’re insistent on cutting ties with me. Alex kept telling me not to give a fuck about them, but he wouldn’t understand. They’re my parents. I can’t just turn my back on them.
Alex returns soon after, and I stay with him in the kitchen as he prepares my soup. My cravings have been getting more and more spontaneous as time goes on. After breakfast, we head into the living room to watch a movie. I keep tossing and turning on the couch, and Alex notices. He smiles before setting down his pillow and turning to me.
