His Amazing Baby_A Miracle Baby Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  He spots me again and heads over. He stops next to me and leans over. “Sorry,” he says in my ear. “Come on. Let’s do something else.”

  I look up at him and sigh. “Fine.” I get up and follow him as he walks across the club.

  I don’t know where he’s leading me. We head down a short hallway and past a line of people. We go up a short flight of steps before coming to a landing. He opens the first door on the left and steps inside. I follow him, and the room is dark for a second before he turns on the light.

  We’re in what looks like a dressing room. “What’s this?” I ask him.

  “Green room,” he says. “Club gets live acts sometimes, they hang out in here.” He walks over to the vanity and pulls out a chair.

  I hang over by the door and watch as he opens up his vial again and pours four fat lines. He grins at me, taking a twenty from his pocket and rolling it up.

  “Let’s go,” he says. He snorts one of the lines and throws his head back. “Fuck, yes,” he yells. “Come on over here, Everly. Live a little bit.”

  I shake my head. “I don’t do that stuff,” I say.

  “You sound like a fucking prissy little girl. Get over here and snort this fucking coke.” He stands up and aggressively shoves the rolled up twenty toward me.

  “Spencer, no,” I say. “Stop it.”

  “Take it, bitch,” he grunts, grabbing my wrist. “Come on. Snort that fucking coke, you fucking slut. I want to see you get high and suck my dick.”

  “Stop it,” I say, struggling, but he grabs my wrists and shoves me up against the wall. My heart starts beating fast in my chest and I don’t know what the hell I’m going to do.

  “Fucking bitch,” he says. “You’re such a tease. You know you want this, you whore.”

  I don’t think about it. I just bring my knee up hard, slamming it into his balls.

  He grunts and turns away from me. “You fucking cunt,” he growls.

  I turn and dive for the door. I get my hands on the handle, but he doesn’t relent. He grabs me by the waist, lifting me into the air, and throwing me away from the door.

  That’s when I scream. I let loose as loud as I possibly can, screaming my head off. He comes toward me with this blank look on his face and shoves his hand over my mouth. I try to bite him but he punches me in the gut with his other fist.

  “Now you’ll shut the fuck up and let me do what I really want to do,” he says. “You think I just wanted a date? You’re not worth a fucking date. But I’m going to fuck your little ass until you bleed, and maybe that’ll be worth it.”

  I struggle and hit him but he doesn’t seem to care. I don’t know what the hell to do. I’m so scared I can barely breathe, and I hate myself for putting myself in this position.

  Just as he rears back to hit me again, the door flies open. Spencer turns around, shocked, releasing me completely. I fall down to the floor, sobs ripping through my chest as Logan strides into the room.

  “What the fuck—” Spencer manages to say before Logan punches him. Spencer stumbles back and Logan follows him, hitting him again and again. Logan slams his fists into Spencer again and again, turning his face into a bloody pulp.

  “Logan,” I say, getting ahold of myself. “Logan, stop.”

  His eyes are wide and he hesitates, his fist covered in blood. He looks over at me then back down at Spencer.

  “Stop,” I say to him. “You might kill him.”

  Logan drops Spencer and he just collapses onto the ground. “I want to kill him,” Logan says calmly.

  “Stop. Come on.” I grab Logan’s hand and pull him away.

  “Stay away from us,” Logan says to Spencer. “Or next time, she won’t stop me. Nothing will.” I pull Logan again and he finally turns away. We walk out of that room together.

  He leads me back downstairs, back through the club, and out the front door. We hurry out of there before Spencer gets himself together and follows.

  Logan is parked around the corner. He unlocks the car and gets me inside before walking around and sitting in the driver’s seat.

  “How?” I ask him.

  He frowns at me. “What?”

  “How did you find me?”

  He smiles a bit. “Bribed the doorman. I followed you guys in there and was watching from the bar. I saw what he was doing on the dance floor. And when he took you into the back… I thought something was up.”

  “You really followed,” I say.

  “I really followed. And when you screamed, I came.”

  “Logan.” The tears come back to me again, and he pulls me against him.

  “It’s okay,” he whispers. “I got you.”

  I sob into his chest. I feel like such an idiot. I’m so embarrassed and hurt. My gut aches from where Spencer hit me, but mostly it’s my pride. I’m so stupid for getting myself into this position. Logan warned me not to do it, but I didn’t listen to him. I wanted to help so badly, but instead I fucked everything up.

  “Spencer is going to destroy us,” I say to him through my tears.

  “Maybe,” Logan says. “But I don’t care. I told you I’d always protect you.”

  He holds me tighter and I don’t know what to say. I feel so dumb. I ruined all of this for him.

  Eventually, my tears stop and he starts the car. He drives us back to his apartment, holding my hand the whole time. He brings me upstairs, dismisses the nanny, and checks on Alexa before bringing me into the bedroom.

  He kisses me, but it’s a different kind of kiss. He helps me undress. When I’m in my underwear, he strips down too, and we climb into his bed together. He pulls me against him, his arms wrapped around me, and he holds me.

  We don’t have sex. I don’t think we need to. He just holds me like that, his body pressed against mine. “It’s okay,” he whispers. “I promise. It’s going to be okay. You did the right thing.”

  “I fucked up,” I whisper back.

  “No. You were perfect. He fucked up.”

  I shake my head, not sure what to believe.

  But it doesn’t matter. I let myself get lost in the moment. He holds me tight against his muscular body and slowly, I drift off to sleep, Logan’s arms wrapped around me, his breath in my ear.

  25

  Logan

  The sun is barely starting to press against the sky when I feel Everly stirring beside me.

  I haven’t let a woman sleep in my bed in a very long time. As I lie here and stare at the ceiling, I realize that it wasn’t strange at all to bring her into my room and hold her like this. Mercifully, Alexa slept through the night, and is still asleep.

  I slip out of bed, making sure Everly isn’t fully awake yet, and sneak into Alexa’s room. I stand near the crib for a moment, watching her little body breathing slowly and steadily, still clearly asleep. I don’t want to wake her, but I had the urge to come look at her, and I couldn’t deny it.

  I should feel angry. I know I should want to hunt down Spencer right now and kill him if I didn’t already. I probably broke most of the bones in his fucking face last night, and he deserved it all. I should want to end it.

  But I don’t. Not because that fucking shit doesn’t deserve it, but because I feel strangely at peace. Maybe it was Everly’s body pressed close against mine last night, or maybe it’s the way I feel when I look at Alexa, but that intensely burning anger just isn’t there.

  I feel content. I don’t think I’ve ever felt content in my entire life. That’s why I’ve always been striving for more, needing more success and fame and money. Even this charity shelter thing is because I’m never content with anything. I always want to push and get to that next level no matter what.

  But with Everly… things just feel easier. I loved having her close against me last night. It felt so good, so intimate, in a way that I haven’t experienced in a while. I’ve been shutting people out of my life for a lot of reasons. Mostly I’m sick of people trying to use me for my money. But this feels right, and I know I can’t deny the t
ruth that I’m starting to feel.

  Everly is special. She’s important. The fact that she went out there last night and put herself in danger for me just speaks volumes of the kind of person she is. I can’t keep going on, pretending like I’m not falling deeply, insanely in love with her.

  I don’t know how to tell her that, not yet at least. Spencer is still a problem, though I’m not worried about it anymore. I think he’s likely more afraid of us than we are of him, and I suspect he’s going to make this easy on everyone.

  But we’ll see. I can’t predict the future. I didn’t see Spencer coming from the beginning, so he may have more surprises up his sleeve.

  I step out of Alexa’s room and pad softly back to my bed. As I shut my door, Everly sits up and look at me.

  “Hey,” she says softly.

  Her long dark hair spills down around her and I feel something stir inside of me.

  “Hey,” I say back, walking over to the bed. I climb in next to her and she rolls toward me, looking up at me with those beautiful eyes.

  “You let me sleep over,” she says.

  “I did.” I smirk at her. “You snore.”

  “No, I don’t.” She blushes though and smiles.

  “Okay, you don’t. But I liked having you in my bed.”

  “You did?” She cocks her head a little bit.

  “Are you surprised?”

  “I guess so,” she admits. “You haven’t invited me in here yet, you know.”

  “I know. I just… I thought you’d want it that way.”

  “I didn’t.” She doesn’t break eye contact, and I know what she’s trying to say.

  I gently take her chin and kiss her slow and deep.

  She reacts instantly to my touch. Our kissing gets deeper, fuller, but we’re both in a hurry. We both know that Alexa can wake up any second, and we don’t have much time.

  I pull her over on top of me. She takes off her bra and I tease her breasts as she leans over and kisses me. My cock is so fucking hard, and I can feel her warm pussy slowly grinding against my length.

  I roll over, pressing her back down on the bed. I slide along her body and grab her panties before taking them off and tossing them on the floor. I kiss her inner thigh as I move up her leg and finally find her wet clit.

  “This is the first time you’ve touched me in a bed,” she says.

  I smirk up at her. “Is it?”

  She nods and gasps as I gently suck her clit. “I like it.”

  “I think I prefer the great outdoors.”

  She laughs but that quickly turns into a moan as I sink two fingers deep inside of her. I slowly piston them in and out as I suck her clit, wanting to get her closer and closer before fucking her.

  I move back and take off my boxer briefs. She spreads her legs wide as I sink myself slowly inside of her.

  Before, we were fucking because we couldn’t stop ourselves. It was like something came over us, and we were animals, fucking intensely. This is different though. This is slower, more sensual, more intimate.

  But it feels just as fucking good. I fuck her deeper, pulling her legs wider as my other hand grabs her hair. She grinds her hips against mine, rolling herself along my hard cock as I spread her and fuck her deep.

  “God, Logan,” she whispers. “I love feeling you. I love having you inside of me. You don’t know how badly I needed this.”

  “I need it every day,” I say back to her, looking in her eyes. “I need you.”

  I start to fuck her harder as pleasure courses through me. It’s a pleasure tinged with deep and serious caring, the sort of thing I don’t think I’ve ever really felt if I’m honest with myself. Fucking Everly is different, and I think we both know it.

  I can feel my orgasm already building, and I know she’s close too. Her moans get deeper and fuller, a little bit louder. I have to press my hand over her mouth as I fuck her faster and deeper. I can’t risk her waking up Alexa, not when we’re so close.

  “Come for me,” I whisper to her. “Come on, come for me. You dirty fucking girl.”

  She gasps and tenses as I slam into her. The orgasm rips through her, making her whole body tense and shiver. I come not long later, my whole body exploding with intense pleasure.

  We collapse onto the bed together and I wrap my arms around her. It feels good to be warm and comfortable with her. I pull her against my chest and breathe in the smell of her hair.

  “She’s going to be up soon,” Everly says.

  “I know. I can handle her.”

  “Are you sure?”

  I nod. “Positive. You can sleep in later, if you want.”

  She doesn’t say anything for a second. “We still have to deal with Spencer,” she says finally.

  “I have a plan,” I say.

  “Oh, really?”

  I smirk at her. “Why would that surprise you?”

  “I guess it shouldn’t anymore,” she says. “You always have a plan.”

  “And my plans are always perfect.”

  She laughs and playfully nudges me. Just then, the sound of crying comes over the baby monitor.

  “That’s my cue,” I say, and roll away from Everly.

  She pouts. “I wish we could stay in bed all morning.”

  “Me too. But the baby calls.”

  “I know.” She stretches like a cat, gorgeous and perfect.

  “I’ll be back soon. Let me get her settled.”

  “’Kay.” She rolls over. “Just don’t wake me.”

  I pull on shorts and a t-shirt before leaving the room, a smile on my face.

  Normally, taking care of Alexa in the morning is difficult. Normally I’m exhausted and not quite awake yet. But today it’s not too bad. For some reason, today everything seems decent.

  26

  Everly

  It’s not easy facing the man that almost raped you, but we both agreed that it’s the best thing.

  Logan wanted me to stay home. I was the one that insisted, actually. He knew that I was right, which is why I’m in this car with him, riding uptown to see Spencer. Our little offer is going to have more impact if I’m in the room.

  Still, it’s nerve wracking. I know I don’t have to be afraid, since Logan is going to be with me, but still. Spencer is unpredictable, and maybe he’s going to try something. Maybe he wants revenge for what Logan did to him, although I doubt it. Spencer has to know, deep down inside of him, that he deserved every single punch Logan smashed into his face.

  Logan looks at me and frowns. He takes my hand and squeezes. “You sure about this?” he asks me.

  I nod once. “Positive. Let’s just get it over with.”

  He sighs and looks away. I can see the worry and stress etched in his expression, but that won’t stop me. Nothing is going to stop me. I’m going to see this thing through to the very end.

  When Logan first called Spencer to set up a meeting, he tried to get us to come to his apartment. But Logan insisted that we meet somewhere public. Eventually we all agreed to sit down in a coffee shop near Spencer’s house. It’s a popular place called Mug Shots, which I can’t help but see the irony in.

  The car pulls up outside of Mug Shots and Logan turns to me. “You can stay here if you want,” he says. “There’s no reason for you to come in.”

  “Logan,” I say. “We discussed this. It’ll be better if I come. He should have to face me after what he did.”

  He sighs. “Okay,” he says. “Let’s do this then.”

  He climbs out first and I follow. The day is pretty hot but I’m wearing jeans anyway. I don’t know why, but I don’t want to be around Spencer in anything revealing. Logan takes my hand and we walk together into Mug Shots.

  I look around the shop, my stomach a mess of nerves. It’s a modern design, even a little industrial, with a lot of exposed wood and metal. It’s one of those vegan-friendly places with fancy coffees, not the sort of place that I typically come, but Spencer chose it. Everything on the menu is more expensive than
it should be, which I think is typical of places like this.

  My heart starts beating fast as Logan leads me toward the back of the shop. It’s fairly crowded, which I guess shouldn’t surprise me. Young people sit in groups of two and three, plus a few people are sitting in front of their laptops doing work.

  I spot Spencer at a back table. It takes me a second to recognize him because he’s wearing sunglasses and has a hat pulled down low over his face, but it’s definitely him. Logan is making a beeline right for the table, and suddenly I want to get the hell out of there.

  But I have to be brave. We approach the table and stand there for a second as Spencer gazes up at us.

  “I’m surprised to see you,” he says finally.

  “I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” I answer, not looking away. I won’t let him get the best of me.

  He frowns. “Sit down. You’re drawing attention.”

  “Feeling nervous, Spence?” Logan asks as we sit down across from him.

  He grunts. “Not nervous, asshole. Just trying not to be seen.”

  “Why?” Logan asks. “Try and rape someone else?”

  “No,” he snaps. “Because of this.” He takes off his hat and sunglasses and I take a sharp breath.

  Both of his eyes are ringed with deep purple bruises. His nose is crooked, clearly broken, and his jaw has a nasty yellowing bruise along the side. His eyes are both bloodshot. Frankly, he looks fucking terrible.

  Logan grins at him. “I do good work, what can I say?”

  “This is the reason I don’t want to be seen.” Spencer stares at him for a second before putting his hat and sunglasses back on. “What do you two want?”

  “We’re here to offer you a deal,” I say.

  He leans back in his seat. “Why would I want a deal? Look at what your fucking husband did to my face.”

  “Listen up, cocksucker,” Logan cuts in, leaning forward. “Here’s the deal. You hand over everything you have on Everly. You promise not to get in the way of us again. You swear you’ll never, ever come near either of us. And in exchange, we’ll pay you $3 million.”