“Baby?”
“Yeah?”
“You never said how Sam took the whole thing.”
Trevor blew out a breath before saying; “Well, she cried, screamed, yelled at Dad, hit Dad, screamed some more, cried some more, said something about her Mom and stormed out.”
“That sounds awful! Did she really not know what Dominic was doing?”
“I don't know, honestly while I don't think she's even a fraction as evil as our sperm donor, I still just don't trust her.”
“I get that. I just wish things could've been different.” Mila said.
Pulling into the parking lot of Bixler's Diner they noticed they must've beaten Violet and Randall there, since they didn't see their car in the parking lot.
“I guess we're early.”
“Yeah, you want to go grab a booth?” Trevor asked.
Twenty minutes later Trevor found himself looking on as Mila completely devoured a chicken sandwich.
“You know, you'd be amazed how many people actually chew their food before they swallow it!”
“I'm hungry, alright?”
“So am I but not for food!”
Mila dabbed her mouth with her napkin. When she looked up, she saw Trevor staring at her with that mischievous look in his eyes.
“Babe, seriously? How can you look at me and my big old belly over here downing a chicken sandwich and have THAT on your mind?”
“Well for one, I'm a man so never underestimate my ability to think about sex, but for two, I happen to have the sexiest, most drop-dead gorgeous fiancé in the whole world!”
Mila looked down, suddenly very aware of the heated blush blooming across her face... and then of Trevor's hand on her knee.
“Trevor we're supposed to meet our friends!”
Trevor exhaled loudly. “I know, I know. Speaking of, they're like half an hour late, have you heard anything from either one?”
“No, you think I should text Violet?”
“Not unless you want to waste data charges.”
Mila and Trevor turned towards the sound of Violet's voice.
“There you are!” Mila said, attempting to get up and greet Violet with a hug.
“Hey guys!” Randall said.
“Well, well, how nice of you two to show up!” said Trevor.
Violet and Randall slid into the booth, opposite Mila and Trevor.
“Sorry,” Violet explained. “I had a doctor's appointment that took longer than expected.”
“Oh? Everything okay?” Mila asked.
Violet exchanged a look with Randall before returning her gaze to Mila.
“I'm umm, I'm being checked out by a fertility specialist before Randy and I, umm, start trying for a baby.”
“Oh Violet! I know how much that means to you, that's awesome news!”
“Yeah,” Trevor said. “I hope everything goes well for you guys!”
Randall looked over at Violet and smiled as he replied to Trevor.
“Thanks man, so do we!”
The rest of lunch passed peacefully, with Mila and Trevor inviting them over for dinner. Once they were in the car on the ride home, Trevor's hand was on Mila's knee again. She looked over at him to see that dark look in his eyes had returned.
“Why do I feel like I'm in trouble when we get home?” she asked.
Trevor responded with a wicked grin, “I guess we'll find out!”
The rest of the drive home was filled with tension and by the time they reached the house and went upstairs, Trevor was bursting at the seams- in more ways than one.
He grabbed Mila, kissing her deeply. Part of her wanted to object for several reasons; his Aunt and Uncle were downstairs; they were supposed to be getting ready for dinner. But Trevor's kiss erased all of those thoughts, his tongue swirling around hers completely shutting out all other thoughts.
“Mmmm”
“Mmm, lay back baby.”
As she did, Trevor expertly removed her clothes. Suddenly undressed, Mila felt very self-conscious about her pregnant body and immediately tried to hide it.
“Please baby, you're so beautiful.”
As he said this, Trevor moved her hands away.
“Don't you see how sexy you are? Don't you see what you do to me?”
He took her hand and placed it on his now rock-hard erection.
In that moment something came over Mila. Perhaps it was the way he always made her feel beautiful. Maybe it was the sight of him pulling his shirt off to reveal his chiseled physique. All she knew was that she wanted to feel this man in every way possible.
Trevor began kissing down Mila's bare body. His tongue flicking expertly around her nipples before sucking each one with just the right amount of roughness. Keeping his hands on her breasts, Trevor kissed lower and lower until she could feel his hot breath against her center.
“Trevor...”
Her voice came out as a whisper before she felt his tongue swirling and sucking her core, sending her mind into a tailspin.
“Oh my God, Trevor!”
He moaned into her, causing a slight vibration that sent her back arching up off the bed.
“Oh! Oh yes!”
As she lay there, panting and writhing under his expert mouth, she felt a rush of desire to please him.
“Baby, come here.”
Trevor, finally coming up for air, looked at Mila curiously as he crawled up so they were face to face. When she started undoing his belt and pants, he knew her intentions.
“Baby you don't have to-”
Before he could finish his sentence, she had freed him of his pants and underwear. Reaching out she took him in her hand and began slowly stroking up and down.
“Ahhhh” he hissed.
To his surprise she then took him into her mouth, moving up and down expertly.
“Oh, fuck Mila, baby!”
His body trembling under her control, Mila felt powerful and dare she say, sexy?
Trevor freed himself from Mila's control long enough to position himself on top of her, circling her entrance with his tip.
“Trevor please!” she begged, beside herself with lust.
And with that he slowly slid inside, relishing the immediate sensation.
Mila let out a tiny moan of pleasure, “Ahh, yes!”
His thrusts were slow and deliberate at first, but he picked up the pace the more he felt Mila tighten around him.
“Ahh, fuck baby you feel so good!” he grunted.
“Harder!”
Trevor had to admit he was a bit surprised by this request but all too happy to oblige. He picked up the speed and began thrusting deeper into her.
“Oh yes, that's it, Trevor I, I can't-”
“Let it out baby, let it go!”
“Trevor I'm gonna-”
“Come for me baby!”
And as if on command, Mila went hurtling over the edge, her body erupting in waves of pleasure.
Soon, Trevor couldn't hold himself back anymore.
“Oh Mila, fuck baby I'm gonna-”
His body erupted in tremors as he thrusted a couple more times before letting out an almost guttural sound.
“Ah, fuck!”
He collapsed next to her, sweaty and out of breath but completely satisfied.
“That was-”
“Incredible.” Mila finished.
“Maybe even life changing!”
As both laughed, Trevor propped himself up on one elbow, his other hand caressing her cheek.
“Promise me you'll never forget how much I love you Mila.”
“Back at ya!” she replied.
They laughed as Mila snuggled into his chest, the rest of the world fading away around them.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
W ith dinnertime rapidly approaching, Mila found herself once again examining her outfit in the full-length mirror. This time she had gone with a burgundy maxi skirt and black tank top with a few pieces of statement jewelry to dress it up a bit.
She was
putting the finishing touches on her makeup when Trevor appeared in the doorway of the bedroom.
“You look gorgeous!”
“You really think so?” Mila asked.
“I know so! I just wanted to let you know Aunt Ellen and Uncle Sammy went out for the evening. But before she left, Aunt Ellen set the places at the dining room table.”
“Remind me to nominate her for Sainthood!”
Trevor laughed and wrapped his arms around Mila, who rested her head on his shoulder. They stood there in comfortable silence for a few minutes. Words weren't always necessary, sometimes all it took was a touch to convey all the emotions in the world.
“I guess we better get downstairs!”
No sooner than Mila spoke, the doorbell rang.
“Well,” Trevor said. “I think that's our cue!”
Dinner was going great. Everyone had come, Britani, Lucas, Violet, Randall, Phoebe and Nicole. After everyone had finished their chicken and were trying to prepare themselves for dessert, Trevor stood up and cleared his throat.
“Thank you all for coming tonight. This is a very special night for us all.”
Everyone was looking at each other in confusion as Trevor continued.
“Some of you may have heard rumblings of a major corporate shakeup happening at PEW. Well, the rumblings are true. I'm proud to announce that Dominic Donahue is out as owner and CEO of Pro Elite Wrestling!”
“What?!” Violet said.
Randall shook his head as if a bug had just flown into his ear or something.
“How?!” he asked
“Then who's going to take over, what about our jobs? Oh God, I can't work for Carolyn or Lydia!” asked Phoebe, now in a total panic.
Britani placed a hand on Phoebe’s shoulder, “Pheebs, breathe honey!”
“To answer your questions, your jobs are just fine and you're looking at the new co-owners and CEOs of PEW!”
Trevor reached for Mila's hand to help her stand up.
“Tell them what else babe!” he said, smiling.
Everyone was looking at Mila anxiously awaiting the news.
“As some of you may know, Samantha was a key shareholder in Pro Elite. With this change in ownership her shares were bought out and Trevor and I feel there's no better solution to that than to divide Samantha's shares evenly among each of you. So, each of you who works at PEW will be a shareholder; Britani, Violet, Randall and Phoebe.”
“Shareholders? Oh my God!” Britani yelled, practically squealing with joy.
The group was buzzing now with excitement over the news. So, when the doorbell rang, Mila's "I'll get it" announcement fell on deaf ears.
“Coming!” she called out. When she got to the door, she first realized that it was raining rather heavily.
Mila could've prepared herself for just about anyone but who she found standing outside her front door.
“Dominic?”
“I do hate to interrupt your celebrations but where is that bastard son of mine?”
Mila took a deep breath in an effort to calm herself.
“I think you need to leave now.” she said calmly.
Dominic scoffed, “Like hell! TREVOR!”
He screamed into the house, sounding like a character in a bad 1980's teen drama.
Just then Trevor came flying around the corner into the entryway.
“What the hell is- get out! Get off my property, this is the last time I will tell you civilly!”
“Oh, I'm not staying, I just wanted to be sure to let you know what a backstabbing little bastard I think you are!”
“Oh, that's rich coming from you! I'm sure it'll keep me up all night, now leave before I have you forcibly removed!” Trevor retorted.
“You'll come crawling back to me. You'll fall on your ass trying to run that place. You're lucky you're athletically gifted because you sure as hell are worthless otherwise!”
In the blink of an eye, it happened. Everything came rushing back to Mila. All that she had been through, all that Trevor had been through, all the challenges they'd faced together. And before she could stop herself, it happened.
Mila reared back... and slapped Dominic clean across the face.
“Don't you ever say anything like that about him, you, sick sonofabitch!”
Mila heard a commotion behind her, but she never took her eyes off Dominic, who was holding his face and hurling various verbal attacks at Mila.
“Is there a problem here?” asked Britani.
“This ungrateful little bitch just hit me!”
“Say another word about Mila and I'll fix it so you can't speak ever again!” Trevor said, stepping up so that he was nose-to-nose with his father.
“I should sue you both for assault and get MY company back!” Dominic shouted.
“Vi, baby get Mila into the other room, okay?” Randall said.
“On it - Mila, come on sweetie, let's go upstairs. Hey Pheebs, help me get Mila upstairs, would you?”
“Sure, Nicole come on babe.”
As Phoebe and Nicole walked through, they passed Britani, on her way back to Trevor at the door.
“The police are on their way Trev and I’m heading upstairs.” she said.
“Thanks Brit. So, what's it going to be old man? You want to press your luck and keep mouthing off until the cops get here?”
“I swear to God Vi, I can't stand that man!”
Mila was upstairs in her bedroom with Violet, Phoebe and Nicole. They could hear the sound of sirens in the vicinity.
“How is this my life? I should be on top of the world right now! Haven't I walked through enough hell?”
“You've been through more than enough honey. Everything will be alright; I know it will!” Phoebe said.
Mila sat on her bed, crying into her hands. She couldn't believe that she wasn't even allowed one time in her life to just have her happiness.
Soon they heard the slightly muffled voice of a policeman asking what the problem was, followed closely by Dominic screaming like a maniac about how he was Dominic Donahue, and no one treats him like this.
“I'm so tired of always waiting for the other shoe to drop.” Mila thought, “Don't I deserve happiness for longer than five minutes? Am I ever going to be able to just relax? Will I ever be able to just exhale?”
***
Mila tossed and turned that night. The cops had escorted Dominic off the property with strict orders not to return. Trevor wasn't taking any chances though so first thing the next morning he was out investing in a state-of-the-art security system and that afternoon he took Mila down to the police station so they could both file restraining orders against Dominic.
On the advice of Uncle Sammy, they even took out a restraining order on behalf of the baby, to keep Dominic from claiming Grandparent rights to see the baby. If she was being honest, Mila knew deep down that he'd never want anything to do with her daughter. Still, her family's safety always came first.
Mila had been distant all day, only really speaking when someone asked her something. Truth be told she was just drained. Mentally, emotionally and to an extent, physically drained. When they returned home from the police station she went straight upstairs, changed into some comfy clothes and crawled into bed. Trevor, who just wanted his normal Mila back, came up the stairs and quietly slipped into bed with her.
“Please talk to me baby.”
Mila opened her eyes a crack.
“And say what?”
“At this point anything as long as I hear your voice.”
“Trevor I'm just drained and stressed and not up to talking.”
“Then let me take some of the stress away.” he replied.
Trevor reached out and gently brushed her cheek with his hand, a move that, against her will, sent chills down her body.
“Trevor this isn't the time and that doesn't solve every issue.”
Trevor rolled over and the next thing Mila knew he was practically sitting on her backside.
“What th
e hell are you-”
“Shh! Just relax Mila!”
“I have a two-hundred-pound. man on me, and you want me to relax?” she replied.
But Trevor didn't answer her, at least not with words. The next thing Mila knew she felt Trevor's warm hands running under her shirt and up her back, kneading and rubbing the whole way. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan despite herself.
“There you go baby, just let the tension go. Don't think about anything, just focus on the sensations.”
As Trevor worked his hands up and down her back and shoulders, Mila could feel herself melting into his touch.
“Turn over baby.”
Trevor shifted so Mila could flip onto her back. Then he reached over on the night stand and grabbed her stretch mark oil. Putting just a dab in his hands he slowly spread them across and around her belly before looking at her for permission to go up further. When Mila reached up to pull her top off completely, she saw a look of appreciation and love? in Trevor's eyes. She had to admit, she was totally lost in this. It was sensual yes, but there was also a feeling of tenderness and closeness that made this different.
As Trevor added a bit more of the oil to his hands and reached slowly to just under her breasts, he stared deeply into her eyes and, almost in a trance like state, Mila could only return his gaze.
“What is happening right now?” she thought “It's as if I have no control over my body and how it reacts, but God I feel the stress melting away.”
When she felt his hands caress her breasts, she felt her eyes automatically fall shut, and as he kept rubbing in a circular motion, she let yet another moan escape her lips. Only this one was different.
“Mmm... Trevor.”
Her voice came out in a breathy tone that caused her to open her eyes.
Mila reached her hand up behind his neck, bringing him to her so his face was level with her chest. He glanced up only momentarily at her face before wrapping his lips around her left breast, his hand still massaging the right one. As he swirled his tongue around her tips, Mila felt herself letting go.
“Ohhh”
“Let me take care of you baby, please.” Trevor said, practically pleading with her.
In such a breathless state, Mila could only nod her approval, before Trevor made short work of removing her shorts and underwear. Before she could even register it, she felt his hot, wet tongue running up and down her most intimate spot.
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