Page 15 of Wooed By Daddy

The knocks soon turn to pounding, and I sigh. Whoever the hell is at the door is persistent. I waddle a little faster and get a shock when I open the door and see Ian standing there, his lips thinned and his eyes narrowed. “Christ, Kelly, I’ve been standing here for ages.”

“Well, I’m eight months pregnant, Ian. I can hardly sprint to the damn door,” I hiss at him. “What are you doing here, and how did you find out where I lived?”

He gives me a sheepish grin. “I spoke to your attorney,” he tells me. “I told him I had some of your things I wanted to ship to you. His assistant was more than happy to oblige.”

I grit my teeth. Someone will be getting a call first thing on Monday morning. God, I had done so well; I managed to keep my address from him for so long, and now here he stands, already pissing me off.

“What do you want?” I ask yet again.

He moves forward as though he plans on entering my home. He may have my address, but there’s no way in hell that he’s walking into my house. I block his path and cross my arms over my chest.

“Look, baby,” he says in that soft tone that I used to love. The one that he would use whenever he wanted to make love. I feel sick that he’s using it now. “I know that I’ve made mistakes. We both have.”

I blink at his words. “We both have?” I ask, wondering where the hell he got that idea from. I’m not a saint. I’m far from it, but fuck, I never hurt him.

He nods. “You fucked your father, Kelly. That’s not right. But I’m willing to forgive you for your indiscretion. We can start again.”

I can’t stop the laughter that bubbles up. “You’re joking,” I chuckle, but looking at his straight face and the determination in his eyes, I stop. “Please tell me you’re joking. God, Ian, there’s no way on God’s green earth that we’ll ever start again.”

His eyes narrow, and he steps forward. “What you have done is disgusting,” he snarls as he gets into my face. “Having sex with your father is a sin.”

“Bullshit,” I fire back. “I haven’t done anything wrong. Grant isn’t my father, he never was. He married Helen when I wasn’t even in their life. I did everything in my power to ensure that I was around her as little as possible, so what Grant and I are doing isn’t disgusting. It sure is sinful, though.”

His fingers wrap around my wrist, and he holds tight. The grip is punishing. “You’re fucking a man that’s almost double your age.”

I pull my arm, trying to get away from him, but it’s no use. His grip is firm, and his fingers dig into my flesh. “So? You fucked a woman that was double your age, but somehow you think it’s fine. The difference between what you and I have done, Ian, is that I had sex with a man that wasn’t married nor was I in a relationship—a man that was no relation to you—you stand here and judge me when the person you should judge is yourself.”

“You’re a fucking whore, Kelly, how long have you been fucking him? Hmmm? How long have you been letting that man touch you?”

“Not long enough,” I snarl. “Get your hands off me and get in your car and leave me alone. We’re over, Ian, we have been for a long time.”

“Never,” he growls. “We’re not done until I fucking say we are.”

“You’re done,” the deep booming voice has my stomach clenching. “You have three seconds to get your hands off her,” Grant snarls.

Ian’s grip gets tighter. “Fuck you,” he yells as he pulls me closer to him.

Pain rips through my stomach, and I cry out. Within seconds, I’m pulled out of Ian’s hands, and Grant’s punching him. I sit on the floor and hold on to my stomach, wary of the pain that just tore through me.

“You do not fucking touch her,” Grant growls at him as he lands a punch to his jaw.

“She’s mine, man. The sooner you realize it, the better,” Ian stupidly says.

Grant laughs at him. “That’s where you’re wrong. Kelly’s mine, and I’ll fucking die before I let you anywhere near her or our baby. Now, leave before I call the cops and have you arrested for assault.”

“I didn’t touch you,” he says, shaking his head as he takes a step backward.

“You touched her,” Grant hisses. “Something you should have never done. I warned you, fucker. Kelly doesn’t exist for you. She’s not yours. You threw her away. Now fucking leave.”

Grant doesn’t wait to see if Ian’s listening to him. He turns toward me and within a few steps, picks me up. “Baby girl, are you okay?”

I’m trembling. “I don’t know,” I whisper, scared of what’s happening. Before I’m able to say anything else, another pain rips through me. This time Grant’s there holding me through it, whispering his love for me and promising me it’ll all be okay.

“We’re going to the hospital,” he tells me. “I’m not arguing about this,” he says when I open my mouth to speak.

“We’re not. My hospital bag is packed and in the bottom of the closet.”

He gives me his bright smile. “I’ll get it once I have you seated in the car, baby. Are you okay?” He runs his hand over my face and presses a kiss against my head.

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