What If It's Right?

by J B Heller

  “You wore me out woman!” I accused, “This is your fault. How am I supposed to build houses when you’ve bled me dry of my life force?”

  She cracked up laughing, “Oh okay, I guess I better keep my hands to myself during the week then? Can’t have you slacking it at work.”

  Reaching for her I pulled her into my arms, “No need for such drastic measures Tor, I’ll think of something, don’t you worry your pretty little head about it.” Dropping one final kiss on her lips I walked out the door and got in my truck.

  Driving to the worksite I thought about how much things had changed in such a short time. It was only October and already so much had happened.

  Finn and Nix had gotten engaged. Tory had quit her job and started her own business. I had bought the home construction company I’d started working for as a teenager. Not that I’d mentioned that to Tory yet. I would have to tell her soon.

  I had planned on telling her, but then mum died. And everything went to hell.

  My chest still felt tight when I thought about mum, especially that she wouldn’t be here to see Tory and me finally together. She would have been so happy for us. Through every turn, she was always my biggest supporter.

  When this year started, I’d been ready to give up on Tory ever seeing me as more than Finn’s best friend. But mum was the one who told me to hold out a little longer, I don’t know how she knew it would work out between us, but somehow she did.

  I don’t know what would have happened if I didn’t have Tory through losing mum. Just having her close was enough to help lift the weight off my chest so I could breath. But she did so much more than that for me, she helped me heal.

  A day would never pass when I didn’t miss my mum. But Tory showed me I’d always have her in my heart. And I did, I felt her with me even now. She was happy for me. No, she was happy for us.

  And now I found myself the owner of my own company, my best friend was off on his honeymoon and I had the woman I’d been dreaming of for the past six years.

  I didn’t want to jinx it, but the only thing that could possibly make me happier would be my ring on Tory’s finger. If I didn’t think she’d freak the fuck out, I’d go pick one up right now, but I knew my woman, and she would lose her shit if I came home with an engagement ring. So that would just have to wait, for now.

  As I pulled into the site my phone chimed with a text from Tory.

  Can you be home by 5, I’ve got a surprise for you.

  Grinning like a fool I flicked a quick text back.

  I’ll talk to the boss, I’m sure it’ll be fine.

  I decided I’d tell her about my company after whatever her surprise was.

  I couldn’t wait for Weston to get home, I knew he was going to love my surprise. I’d been so wired today that I’d finished three new pieces and started the design for another. My whole body hummed with excitement.

  As soon as he got home I pushed him into the bathroom, “Shower, quickly. We’ve gotta be there in twenty minutes.”

  He looked back at me over his shoulder as he pulled his shirt over his head, “Where are we going?” he asked, then undid his belt buckle and began pulling it through his belt loops. “Tori? Babe? Where are we going?” he asked again with a cocky smirk lifting his lips.

  I blinked a few times, I would never get sick of looking at him. He was so damn fine. My mouth watered as he stepped out of his trousers, and into the shower running his hands through his hair as the water poured over his body. “Uh, what?” I asked having forgotten his question.

  He chuckled and repeated himself, “Where are we going?”

  “Oh, umm, it’s a surprise.” I said as my eyes ate him up.

  His hand slid down his abs, along that magical V and down to his hard shaft. I swallowed as I watched him slowly pump his fist around it.

  “Do we have time for you to join me?” he asked, his voice deep and carnal.

  “Uh,” I licked my lips, “No, no, I shouldn’t. We’ll be late.”

  He grinned, “Suit yourself.” Then he turned his back on me.

  And damn it, that arse was amazing. But I couldn’t, I mean, I shouldn’t.

  We didn’t have time.

  I glanced at my watch, the appointment wasn’t until six . . . and it was only five-fifteen. Screw it, we could be quick.

  Stripping off in record time, I climbed in the shower behind Weston and wrapped my arms around him. One hand moving down to slide over his cock, the other going up to run over his defined abdominal muscles.

  God he felt good under my palms. His skin so smooth, I wanted to lick every inch of him. But we didn’t have time I reminded myself. Getting up on my tippy toes I bit down on his shoulder, “We have to be quick.” I murmured against his flesh.

  A shiver ran down his spine and right through me before he spun around and pinned me against the tile wall. “I can do quick.” He said right as his mouth met mine in a deep kiss.

  My back arched, my body ached to get closer to him. He knew exactly what I wanted and lifted one of my thighs, wrapping it around his waist. “Hold on Tor, this isn’t going to be gentle.”

  I shuddered violently at his words, I was more than ready for him. I lifted myself high on one tip toes as he positioned himself at my entrance. As soon as he nudged the head inside of me he lifted my other leg and wrapped it around his back too. I locked my ankles behind him bring myself closer still, and pulling Weston’s cock all the way inside.

  His face dropped to my neck as he sucked on my throat and pumped his hips furiously. It didn’t’ take long before I felt my body tightening around him. I couldn’t get enough, I needed more, “More,” I moaned.

  Weston’s hands gripped my hips so tightly I knew he would leave bruises and it turned me on more. His finger dug deeper as he pounded harder. My orgasm rushed through me and I threw my head back against the wall and groaned as my body quivered uncontrollably.

  Weston pulled out as soon as my orgasm subsided and came against my stomach.

  I grinned at him dreamily. I’d never been happier.

  We washed quickly after our impromptu shower sex.

  “What should I wear?” Weston asked as he moved things around in the draw I’d cleared out for him a few weeks back.

  “Shorts and a T will be fine.” I told him as I grabbed the clothes I’d had on before my second shower of the day. I’d only showered an hour before Weston got home from work.

  Fifteen minutes later I parked my car out the front of The Twisted Turtle tattoo parlor, and grinned at Weston.

  His eyes flicked from the shop front, to me and back again, “Are we getting tattoos?”

  I nodded, “Yep.”

  We walked in hand in hand and told the receptionist we had an appointment. She let us know the artist I’d booked would be out in a few minutes. So we took a seat in the waiting area.

  “So what are we getting?” Weston asked.

  I pulled out my phone and showed him the quote I’d sent in when I made the appointment. “Remember you told me your heart beats for me?” I asked as he looked at the words on the screen in front of him. “Well, I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind since that day.”

  He nodded, slowly his eyes rose to meet mine, shining with so much emotion my breath caught in my throat. “It’s perfect.” He whispered, then leant over and kissed me with so much feeling I swooned towards him when he pulled away.

  The first sentence was for me. The second, for Weston.

  “Always on my mind. Forever in my heart.”

  Six Months Later . . .

  For the last six months I’d been hanging out on cloud nine. It was my first visit to the clouds and I liked it.

  Our relationship had progressed faster than most, since I was kind of already living with her when we got together, I just never moved out. We had fallen into a natural rhythm, everything between us seemed so effortless now. I put it down to it having taken so long for us to figure our shit out and get together in the first place.
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  We had so many things to overcome before we could even be together. Finn, our age difference, my mum, then losing her. It was all so much, and now, it was smooth sailing.

  Finn had gotten used to seeing us as a couple, and that made a huge difference. I didn’t give a fuck what anyone else thought, his opinion was the only one that ever mattered to me. But Tory had other concerns, in addition to Finn’s feelings.

  Tory was too worried about other people’s thoughts and perceptions. Initially she’d been a bit edgy when we went out together, and people we knew would see us. She’d get nervous and start picking at her nails.

  After the first couple of times I’d had enough, so whenever we saw people we knew I’d throw my arm around her shoulder and flat out tell them that we were a couple and if they had any issue with it I’d be happy to loan them a dollar to call lifeline so they could talk to someone who cared about their problem.

  Nine times out of ten people didn’t care, and the remainder were inconsequential.

  It didn’t take long for Finn and I to fall back into our old pattern. Which I was grateful for. I mean, he had every right to be pissed at me, I was banging his mum.

  But he got over it pretty quick, I’m pretty sure Nix played a big role in making that happen.

  Our little group of four had expanded to six, now including Luke and Beth on a regular basis. They had been hooking up casually since the wedding and Luke had only recently stepped it up and told her he wanted exclusive rights. Not the finest word choice, but it worked for him. They’d now been an official couple for two months.

  I couldn’t be happier with where my life was headed. I had the woman of my dreams on my arm, and in my bed. My best friend was happily married to the coolest nerd I’d ever known. And our circle of friends had grown.

  The only thing missing was my mum.

  I know she would be happy for us. She’d never told me my feelings for Tory were stupid, and she never minimized them either. I don’t know how she knew, but she always believed we would get together someday. And her faith in that is what kept me going when I thought Tory would never be able to get over the things keeping us apart.

  And she was right.

  Now I have the girl, I have everything.

  Another Six Months Later . . .

  Pulling my head out of the toilet I flopped on the bathroom floor. This was getting old real fast. I’d become very well acquainted with the toilet bowl in recent weeks. Weston was bouncing off the walls excited, me, not so much.

  I never expected this.

  So it was a shock when it happened.

  I won’t say it was an accident, because quite frankly I hate it when people refer to their children as mistakes or accidents. It’s cruel and demeaning.

  No, this baby was no accident. Weston and I had sex, and a lot of it. He was insatiable . . . but so was I. Even now, curled around the base of the toilet I could see him getting out of bed to come check on me, his abs rippled as he sat up and his forearms, oh god his forearms. A dreamy sigh escaped me as he entered the bathroom.

  He knelt down, “Hey you,” he murmured as he swept my hair out of my eyes. “You done? Wanna come back to bed?” he asked gently.

  I took a deep breath and thought about it. My tummy had settled and the spinning in my head had stopped. “Let me brush my teeth first,” I told him as I rearranged myself into a sitting position.

  He stood up and got my toothbrush and put just the right amount of toothpaste on it then wet it under the tap before handing it to me. “Here you go, Mumma,” he said with a cheeky grin.

  A pathetic half laugh left my lips as I took the toothbrush from him and began brushing my teeth while sitting on the floor.

  Weston sat on the edge of the bathtub and waited for me to finish scrubbing the ick from inside my mouth. When I was done I handed it back to him and he in turn handed me two cups, one with water in it, and one empty one. I swished the water around inside my mouth then spat it back into the empty one and handed them back to him.

  He rinsed them in the sink then set them to dry on the counter before bending down to pick me up. We had this whole thing down to a fine art.

  Carrying me over to my side of the bed he sat me down gently against the headboard then pulled the blanket back up and sat on the edge beside me. Toying with my fingers he asked, “So, you ready to talk to Finn yet?”

  I knew it was coming, and I knew it was unavoidable.

  But the question remained, how do you tell your son you’re having his best friend’s baby?

  Three Years Later . . .

  “Finny!” C’elle squealed as she took off running towards Finn and Nixie who had just arrived.

  Finn swooped her up in his arms, “How’s my favourite girl?” he asked as he tickled her ribs.

  She giggled and wriggled under his hands. “Dop it Finny.”

  He relented, only to start kissing her chubby little cheeks. “I’ve got a surprise for you baby girl.” He told her as her moved her around to prop her on his hip.

  C’elle had turned two a couple of months ago and Finn was her favourite person in the world. And apparently the feeling was mutual. He took to being a big brother better than I could have hoped.

  I thought he might feel weird about it. You know, with his best friend being his little sister’s dad. But by the time I’d had her he was over any mixed feelings about it and showed up with a little grey sweater with ‘little sister’ written on it and matching leggings.

  It was adorable, and that’s what C’elle came home from the hospital in.

  Finn carried C’elle inside while Nixie carried in a salad she’d made to go with dinner. Nix still wasn’t a great cook, but she made great salad. I took the bowl from her and popped it in the fridge, pulling out a bottle of wine and holding it up in offering to her.

  To my surprise she shook her head, “No thanks, not tonight.”

  I frowned, “Are you sick?” I asked, half joking, half serious.

  Nix just shrugged and reached for a can of lemon squash instead.

  I narrowed my eyes on her, but before I could grill her further Luke came strolling in with Beth on his arm. “Hey guys,” I called over Nixie’s head.

  Luke nodded in our direction then detoured out the back door to the patio where Weston and Finn were knocking back a few beers. Beth approached us with a huge grin on her face. Then held her left hand up and squealed, “He finally proposed!”

  Nixie and I took turns congratulating her and eyeing off the impressive rock that now took up residence on Beth’s left wedding finger. “That things huge.” I said, “No wonder it took him so long to pop the question, he was saving for that ring.”

  Beth laughed and told us how Luke had spirited her away to the lake at sunrise yesterday and popped the question as the sun rose.

  “Damn, who know Luke was so romantic?” Nix noted, and I had to agree.

  When Weston proposed I was in labour, not the most romantic setting I can tell you. But I’d said yes all the same. Then proceeded to make sure he knew he was going to spend the rest of his life making it up to my vagina for inseminating me and forcing me to push a ginormous baby out of my precious lady bits.

  He’d laughed initially, then sobered when he realised I was deadly serious.

  I said a lot of things during my labour with C’elle. Including demanding he take me home for a cup of tea because I’d had enough for one day and I’d try again tomorrow. I also remembered that I’d forgotten to feed the cat that morning, so he better take me home to rectify the situation immediately, then he pointed out that we didn’t own a cat.

  He learnt that day to never correct a woman on the cusp of pushing a baby out of her vagina.

  We’d been trying to decide on a middle name for the last couple of weeks, but couldn’t chose between Jacqueline and Vera. When I went into labour on Jacq’s birthday, the decision was made for us, and C’elle Jacqueline Banks entered the world carrying her Aunt’s beautiful curly blonde hair.
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  Just then C’elle came rushing back inside, straight up to Nix and did the strangest thing. She lifted Nixie’s shirt and started trying to look through her belly button. Nix burst out laughing, “What are you doing, Princess?”

  “Finny said deirs a baby in your belly. But I don’t see it.” C’elle complained.

  My eye shot up to Nixie’s face, she was blushing furiously, “Umm, surprise?” she mumbled as I flew towards her, wrapping my arms around her.

  “Oh my god! That’s fantastic, how far along are you?” I asked.

  “Twelve weeks.” She grinned.

  Finn strolled in behind her and rested his arm around her shoulder, “Hey Grandma.” He teased and my hand reacted before my brain did, flying out to smack him upside the head for calling me such an awful name.

  But then I realised, I was going to be a Grandma. At the ripe old age of thirty-six, I would be a Grandma. I suddenly had a feeling I knew how Finn felt when I told him he was going to be a big brother at twenty-four.

  “As ecstatically happy as I am for you right now, you are never to call me that again. We’re going to have to come up with a suitable alternative.” I told him as I pulled him in for hug.

  How my life had changed in just a few short years. And I wouldn’t change any of it for the world.

  JB Heller is an average Aussie housewife in her late 20’s with a wicked sexy imagination. She and her super sexy husband are the parents of three minions, two Great Danes and a Cat who thinks she’s a person.

  She spends her days running around after her wildling children and jotting down stories in her flower embossed leather notebook (She is very particular about her stationery.). She’s a self-confessed Stationery Junky who’s constantly on the lookout for more.

  Most day’s JB can be found glued to her laptop, taking advantage of school hours- writing as fast as she can while she can. Or trolling Pinterest for her next potential muse. And when she needs a break from the voices in her head she indulges in her favourite past time, reading.