Page 50 of Love Me Again

"She said she was going to erase what little memories you have of me while shefucksyour brains out and gets pregnant while I'm at home taking care of my brat!" I reply stormily, and Cole looks at me, stunned.

"What? I can't believe she would ever say such a thing." Cole shakes his head, and I roll my eyes in annoyance.

"Of course, you wouldn't believe it," I state dryly. "I know you want to believe she's this great girl Cole, but she's not. You know what, I'm going to let you figure this one out for yourself because sooner or later, her true colours will come out." I inform him while searching around the room for my bra. "She's ready and willing to give you a baby if you're so eager to be a Dad. By all means, go right ahead and knock yourself out. Just leave my baby and me alone," I state further, picking up my bra off the back of the chair while Cole watches me, a deep scowl on his face.

"I don't want a fucking baby with her!" Cole retorts, and I look back at him. "I want my baby with you!"

"You should have thought about that before you walked out on us then,shouldn't you!" I exclaimed, throwing my clothes at him angrily. Cole looks down at the pile of clothes and kicks them away while he stares at me angrily. "Just because you helped make her doesn't make you her dad, any idiot can make a baby, Cole, but a father's responsibilities aren't just when the baby is born. It starts the moment that baby drops into the mothers' womb! You were either in this or not, and you chose not to be."

Cole shoves his fingers through his hair agitatedly, "You're seriously holding a decision I made after suffering a traumatic head injury against me? I wasn't thinking straight Shayla, how many times do I have to keep telling you that before you get it?!" Cole growls, looking down into my face, his usual green eyes dark and stormy.

"I don't know, Cole, maybe when it finally stops hurting! Though you might be waiting a fucking while!" I scream, shoving him away from me as he steps closer.

"Don't push me, Shayla!" He barks, glaring at me darkly.

"Or what?!" I hiss, glaring right back. "What are you going to do, Cole?" I provoke as we stare at one another heatedly, our chest rising and falling with every furious breath we took. Cole takes two large steps, and before my brain could acknowledge what was happening, his mouth was on mine, hot and hard. I groan when he parts my lips with his and swipes his tongue against mine, eliciting a lusty moan from me.

Oh, boy, it's been a while since I've was kissed—or even touched for that matter; add raging pregnancy hormones to that mix, and you can see why it was extremely difficult to convince my sexed-up, angry brain to put a stop to what was happening.

We kissed like two hungry animals, attacking one another. It took a good couple of minutes, but my senses come rushing back to me, I shove Cole off me, and he groans, looking at me insatiably. "What the hell do you think you're doing! You don't get to kiss me anymore." I pant, and he looks at me, a dark glint in his eyes.

"Oh no?" He smirks. "Watch me." With a growl, he presses me up against the wall, his mouth on mine, kissing me hungrily. I moan again, my arms snake around his neck as I kiss him back just as eagerly, my sickness no longer a thought in my mind. Cole moans while his fingers sneak under his oversized shirt I was wearing and cups my now enlarged and heavy breast in one hand, his fingers tweaking and tugging at my tight and hardened nipple. I whimper, arching up, pushing my breasts further into his touch, and he groans, sucking my tongue, making me dizzy. I couldn't tell if it was my fever or what, but I felt real hot and clammy, though my whole body was quivering.

"Cole, stop., stop." I pant, pulling back from the kiss. "I can't," I close my eyes, pressing my head back against the wall. Cole brushes his lips on my forehead and frowns.

"Your fever is back. Come on." Cole says between breaths, scooping me into his arms as I cough hysterically. My chest felt like it was on fire.

"What are you doing?" I croak as he carries me to the en suite bathroom.

"You need to cool down," Cole tells me, sitting me down on the stone counter by the sink before he picks up a bottle of pills, takes two out, pops them into my mouth, and hands me a water bottle. "Swallow those." He instructs, and as I take the pills, he walks over to the walk-in shower and runs the water before moving over to me again, a serious look on his handsome face. "We need to take these off." I shake my head and wrap my arms around myself, already feeling cold. I didn't want to freeze. It felt like every hair on my body was on end, and it hurt.

"I'm cold," I whine, and Cole sighs.

"I know, but you have to cool down. The doctor said running a high fever can harm the baby." I instantly unwrap my arms and allow him to lift the shirt up and over my head. I hiss and close my eyes, quivering when the cool air hits my naked body. I felt exposed, and despite feeling so cold, I felt my cheeks go red under his gaze.

"Stop looking at me like that." I scold him and cover myself up with my arms, and his lips quirk a little. "I can shower on my own, so, you can go—hey, put me down," I complain when he lifts me into his arms, and we both step into the shower. I whimper when the barely warm water hits my flesh. "Oh...my God, Cole, it's...cold...it's cold." I shiver visibly and sink into his arms, searching for some warmth.

"I know, I know, sweetheart, just a couple of minutes more." He reassures, wrapping his strong arms around me as I cling to him. "I'm not letting you go anywhere like this. You're staying here till you're fully recovered." Cole murmurs against my temples, and I sigh, not even having the energy to argue with him.

"Okay, okay, please, Cole, I'm so c-cold." I plead and feel Cole's lips press against my forehead before the water cuts off, and we're stepping out of the shower again.

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A couple of hours later,Cole had me hauled up in bed and was currently trying toforce-feedme some vile-looking vegetable noodle soup. "I don't want it." I croak with a grimace, and I turn my face away.

"Shayla, my mother said it's good for you and the baby. You have to drink a little, come on." Cole insists, and I wrinkle my nose in distaste but open my mouth and begrudgingly eat the soup. It didn't taste as bad as it smelt, but I still wasn't impressed.

Cole stayed by my side the entire time until I was feeling better. We watched films in bed; he even read me a book and played a song on his guitar. Save for our bickering, we almost felt like us again-- the oldus back whenwe first met, and everything was a lot less complicated.

"Can I give you a lift home?" Cole offers the following day while I walk out of the bathroom. I shake my head and hold up my phone.

"Aimee is on her way," I reply with a shrug and force a smile on my face. "Thank you again for taking care of me." Cole nods, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly with a smile.

"Of course. I'm glad you're feeling better. I guess I'll see you at the office tomorrow?" I nod, chewing on my bottom lip while he stares at me intently.

"Yeah." I look down at the clothes I was currently wearing. I was in his oversized grey hoodie, which was long enough to look like a dress on me even in my pregnant state. I had a pair of black Armani boxers on underneath. "I'll wash and return these," I tell him, and he chuckles, his eyes rake over me slowly.

"Nah, you keep it. Looks better on you anyway." He drawls with a lazy smile. I look at him for a couple of seconds before I drop my gaze and nod, my cheeks aflame. I have to be more careful and guarded around him because if I let him get close to me again, I know I won't be able to fight my feelings, and I don't have another heartbreak left in me. I just don't.

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