Baller's Baby: A Bad Boy Romance

by Saylor Bliss

  "No, and they don't need to. Not right now, anyway—maybe never. I signed the papers terminating his rights. It’s the only way he would agree to stay in the hospital and willingly get help. I hated doing it, but maybe he was right. He knows better than anyone else if he’s capable of being a father.”

  I still can’t believe he was so adamant about giving up his rights to the baby. It killed me to sign those papers. My heart shredded for my unborn child. I felt like he was giving up on him before he was even given a chance, but over the last two weeks, I have come to realize that Camryn needed to do that for himself.

  He can’t focus on getting well if he’s constantly worried about the safety and wellbeing of another human. He needs to be free and clear of all worry and commitment so that he can focus on himself. There are still times I don’t agree with it, but I understand.

  “Stay away from the Bo's moonshine, Lisa. I can't have this getting out and creating drama. Kip knows and you know, that's it . . . and for goodness’ sake, don't let Nana sucker you into her ‘secret stash’.”

  "I know, Sky, I know."

  She looks so solemn. I can tell she understands how much this means to me, and I love her even more for that. She is my best friend. I know I can trust her with any secret I have. I always have. I shoot daggers at her, raising my eyebrows in the mirror dramatically.

  "I'll be watching you, Lisa," I reply, trying to be serious. She bursts out laughing and drops the brush she’s holding. It hits the floor with a loud thud and rolls across the room. About that time, a knock on the door startles me.

  "Sky, Lisa, y’all in there?" Devan calls through the door. He sounds worried and out of breath. I wonder what’s going on and why he’s looking for me. I glance at the clock, noting the time. We still have at least half an hour before the ceremony is supposed to start, so I know he isn’t here to walk me down aisle.

  "Yeah, Dev, come in."

  The door swings open wide, and Devan glances at me, but his eyes only bounce off me before settling on Lisa, who squirms under his gaze. She looks everywhere around the room but at him.

  "Sorry to bust in on you, but Nana is trying to doctor the punch,” he says, still staring directly at her. I’m staring at her now too, noting the blush that is creeping up her ivory neck and coating her cheeks. She turns around and pretends to straighten the makeup on the vanity, but every second or so, her eyes glance up in the mirror and catch his.

  "Seriously? What’s she trying to put in it?" I ask while making a mental note to question my best friend on this strange behavior later. It’s very obvious she has been keeping something from me.

  "Bourbon." Shit, that’s not good. Leave it to my Nana to try to get the whole wedding party drunk off their asses before the wedding. I’d be surprised if she didn’t spike the brownies too.

  "Oh hell, the ladies at the church will stone us all. Devan, go distract her until I get down there."

  He nods and races out the door and down the spiraling staircase to the kitchen. I slip my feet into the sandals I’ve decided to wear today instead of heels. Slipping and falling again while seven months pregnant doesn’t sound fun, especially not on my wedding day.

  "I knew having the wedding in a church was a bad idea. Between Nana and Bo, we are all going to end up kicked out and thrown in hell for something, I’m sure."

  Lisa laughs, but it sounds choked.

  “Come on, bitch. We will talk about your secrets later,” I tell her and grab her arm, pulling her behind me.

  She breathes a sigh of relief and follows me down the stairs to attempt to save the world from the force known to most as Nana. I just hope we aren’t too late and that Devan or Jaxon were able to intercept her before she poured too much in. Lord, why didn’t I just go to Vegas and let Elvis marry me? I could have already been enjoying my honeymoon. When I enter the kitchen, Nana is cornered by the refrigerator, and Devan and Jaxon both have their hands raised in the air in surrender. I can't see what she’s doing or holding, but it can't be good.

  "Nana, what are you doing? You know you can't spike the punch. This is going to a church,” I say, pulling my brothers away, taking the can opener from my Nana, and placing it in the sink.

  “Y’all go make sure no one drank any and taste it all. Lord, we can't have people getting drunk at church.”

  I shove the boys from the kitchen and then turn back to Nana, shaking my head in dismay. Placing my hands on my ever-expanding hips, I prepare to scold my seventy-year-old grandmother. “Nana, we are going to church for my wedding. Church, you, God, Jesus. Ring a bell?" I ask.

  "Of course. I knew that. I just thought it might be fun to liberate the old fuddy duddies a bit," she states with her signature wink, and I can't help but laugh.

  Of course, it doesn’t help that Lisa pours two shots and passes one to Nana, and together, they down them while toasting liberating fuddy duddies. I can't do anything but shake my head and laugh and pray that I make it through this day.

  "You are too much sometimes," I say, wrapping my arms around her. She is exasperating, but I wouldn’t change one thing about her.

  "You know you love me, Sky."

  "You know I do." She hugs me back before pulling away and slipping an envelope in my hand. I look down at it, bewildered. I didn’t expect her to get me anything for a wedding present. Growing up, we always had what we needed, but we weren’t by any means rich.

  "This is my wedding gift to you. Only open it when you are alone." I can’t imagine what she could have gotten me and why she wants me to wait until I’m alone to open it. My curiosity is piqued, to say the least, but it will have to wait.

  “Thank you, Nana.”

  “Oh, pish posh, I’ll hear no such thing. Now come on and let’s get you hitched before that baby makes his appearance,” she says, leading me out of the kitchen and down the back hall to the front of the church.

  As we pass a window, I get my first look at the masterpiece in the back of the church were the ceremony is being held. Since I’m not a member of the church, I didn’t feel right being married inside, but Kip’s granny wasn’t hearing any of that. She introduced me to the preacher, Michael, and his wife, and after a lovely chat one afternoon, my nerves were settled and the arrangements set.

  Michael is very accommodating, allowing us the use of the back field of the church for the reception. I ended up having very little to do with the actual planning of everything. I communicated my preferences on colors and my favorite flowers and whatnot to Lisa, who then worked with Grace to make it all happen. It worked out better that way, since I spent most of those two weeks on bed rest before my doctor released me. Thankfully, that call had come three days ago.

  I am now officially cleared for everything—including the honeymoon.

  We make it outside, and my hand covers my mouth and the gasp that escapes. The yard turned out breathtaking. My eyes are drawn to several places at once. Smooth, white tablecloths are spread on simply set round tables. Glowing paper lanterns are strung from tree to tree, illuminating the area perfectly.

  Choosing to do the ceremony at dusk is the best call I could have made, and truthfully, it wasn’t my decision at all. It had been Kiptyn’s. He said he wanted to marry me, his Midnight Sky, beneath the twinkle of God’s stars. I couldn’t have denied him that even if I had wanted to.

  The dim light of candles burning on the tabletops sets the mood for the evening, but the dusk sky turning shades of orange and purple adds a mystic touch that no one could have anticipated. It's beautiful, amazing. I want to capture this moment and savor it for the rest of my life. It’s magical. It’s perfect.

  I hear another collective oh and realize that, again, everyone's eyes are on me. I look around the yard as if to greet them all. Standing around the first table is Bo, Devan and Lisa’s mother, Gwen. She nods at me with an especially large smile stretching across her face. I see tears in her already red eyes, and I know that it won't be long before half of the congregation is bawling, me inclu
ded.

  At the end of the table, Nana is swallowing another glass of clear liquor, her ‘secret stash’, I suppose. I shift my attention to the other table, where Kip’s grandmother, the ever so appropriately named Grace, is setting out food. To her left is Pastor Michaels’s wife, Genell, with her hands clasped together over her chest and a look of adoration on her face.

  I’m thankful someone had the forethought to put Nana and Bo at a table of their own. I couldn’t imagine them sitting with Grace or Genell. Actually, I could imagine it. In very elaborate detail, which is why I need to make a mental note to thank whoever arranged the seating after this is over.

  Across from Genell is Jordan, who gives me a sexy smirk that quickly turns into a full-blown smile. I haven’t spent that much time with him, but over the last week, I’ve grown to really like Jordan. He is the one who defended Lisa’s honor that night so long ago at the club, and for that, I will always have a soft spot for him.

  Now Chris, on the other hand, is a totally different story.

  Where Jordan is laid back and a good ole country boy at heart, Chris is abrasive and vulgar. He doesn’t respect anyone and feels like it’s his right to have whoever or whatever he wants when he wants it. I don’t like him, but then again, I don’t have to. He’s Kip’s friend, not mine.

  And finally, there is Carly, Bo’s wife. She’s a bit straight-faced, but she’s lovingly stroking the blond hair of the little boy standing next to her with one hand while holding his hand in the other. I give him a little wave, and he giggles as he shyly buries his face in Carly’s side. How good it is to see them all here today.

  Grace approaches me and hands me the bouquet of orchids and lilies, my favorites.

  "You ready to make Kip an honest man?" I nod and hug her tightly, thankful for the love and acceptance she has already shown me. I am truly blessed to be a part of this family.

  "Yes." I sigh, my nerves on edge.

  The cobblestone path to the church entrance is lined with beautifully intertwined purple and white streamers. The entrance to the sanctuary is much the same. Lanterns hang from pews, and the purple and white streamers add pops of color.

  Pastor Michaels is up front, and to his left is Kiptyn, his smile genuinely lighting up the room. The thin white fabric of my sundress flows down my body with each step, and the lights are just dim enough to hide my tears. Oh, how I wish my mother could be here. I know she's here in spirit, but damn, I wish she was the one holding my hand right now. I sigh, looking over at Devan and Jax, who offered to give me away.

  Each step closer to Kip makes me weak in the knees, and my heart pounds faster. When we reach the front, they both release my hands, giving me over to Kiptyn. Pastor Michaels begins the ceremony, and I can no longer hold back the floodgates. Every moment in my life was leading to this one, preparing me for the day I stood beside the man of my dreams and accepted him as my husband.

  I never imagined it would happen like this, and yet it happened just the way it was meant to. I know that. I have always been a believer in faith and the big man upstairs. I know he has a hand in the way my life played out. Every morning I wake up, I give him thanks for the blessings he has given me.

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Kiptyn

  This is it, the moment my life changes. My palms are sweating so badly, I feel like if I look down, I’ll see a puddle on the ground where they’ve been dripping. I don’t look. I don’t take the chance of missing the moment Skila walks through the doorway.

  Butterflies take flight in my stomach when the music starts. I can’t decide if I need to swallow, throw up, or both. I need a drink of water, I think, but I can’t move. Jordan slaps me on the back and clasps my shoulder. I think he’s holding me in place. Do I look like I want to run?

  I might.

  I look over at him, but he just grins and nods back at the front of the church.

  Lisa’s nephew is the first one down the aisle. His cuteness makes everyone smile and say, "Awwwww". As soon as he sees his grandma, he runs down the aisle as fast as his cute, slightly chubby legs can carry him until he falls right into his grandma’s arms.

  From what Skila tells me, Lisa’s mom was always the cool mom. When Sky’s mom was taking chemo, apparently Gwen was always there for them. Sky loves her, and they're like one huge extended family. Next comes Lisa, Sky’s only bridesmaid and maid of honor, in a flowing blue dress. Sky isn’t the only one who notices the way her brother is eyeballing Lisa. I’ve seen that look a hundred thousand times before. Those two are up to no good.

  As soon as Sky steps in, I lose it. My heart is stuck somewhere in the base of my throat. I don’t even know how I'm able to breathe around it right now, but I manage. Her flawless mocha colored skin glows next to the creamy white hue of her dress, and as she walks down the aisle, her brothers each on one arm, I can’t believe this is really happening.

  She is everything, and now our forever is on the horizon.

  Gorgeous.

  Amazing.

  Beautiful.

  Stunning.

  Extraordinary.

  I can't find one word that would suitably describe her at the moment.

  As she reaches me, she smiles a sultry smile that makes my knees nearly buckle. I'm definitely the luckiest man alive. Pastor Michaels begins his speech, but all I can focus on is the remarkable woman standing next to me.

  "Dearly beloved . . ."

  That's the last thing I remember. I'm so lost in Skila’s eyes, I don't hear a thing until Pastor Michaels clears his throat.

  "Time for your vows," he whispers, and since we made the decision to write our own, it's especially emotional.

  “Skila, the day I first laid eyes on you, my world came crashing down around me. Everything I thought I knew was changed in that moment. My universe that had once revolved around only me now had a new center . . . YOU. You’re like a bright star who attracts others, none more so than me. I was drawn to you. I still am. You are my light, my moon, my diamond in the Sky. You are my North Star, and with you, I know I'll always be home. Thank you for choosing me, loving me, and giving me the chance to be the man you deserve.”

  I’m barely able to finish, but the love I see reflected in her eyes gives me the courage and strength I need to go on. Raising her left hand to my lips, I kiss her ring finger before sliding the gold band onto her delicate finger and lowering her hand again.

  As soon as Skila begins her vows to me, I can feel the tears pooling and I'm trying to hold them back. The look on her face is filled with more love than I have ever witnessed, and for the millionth time, I'm thanking the Lord for the blessing she is in my life. I still don’t know what I did to deserve her, but I hope that I can be the man she deserves for the rest of her life.

  “I wasn’t looking for a man when I found you. I wasn’t looking for anything, and I’m glad, because then I might have missed the chance to meet you and fall head over heels, helplessly in love with you. You shook my entire foundation, Kiptyn Price, and I hope the tremors of our love never settle. Before you, I had gaping hole in my heart from love lost and pain too great to conquer, but because of you, my heart is once again whole, and I know that as long we have each other, nothing will ever break me again. I love you, Kip, today, tomorrow, and every day until the sky darkens overhead, and even then, I’ll love you.”

  She slips her band on my finger, and I pull her to me again, unable to resist the urge to have her in my arms. I need to feel her body against my own. If I could, I'd have her stripped bare right now and I’d be worshipping every inch of her luxurious skin, but I can't.

  Not yet.

  We have a crowd of people watching us and waiting for the ceremony to end. A few more hours at the most, and then I’ll have her all to myself once again. Releasing her, I take her hand in mine, and we pause as the preacher asks us the customary questions, followed by our “I do”.

  I can't help but smile while looking into her glistening chocolate eyes, knowing that I just married th
e most amazing woman God ever created. We stand there for a moment after he pronounces us husband and wife, letting it sink in. I'm amazed, stupefied even, that I got her. I got my Midnight Sky.

  Behind us, I hear the sounds of clapping and a sharp whistle that could only have come from Jaxon, Skila’s younger and much more exuberant brother.

  "Well, kiss her already!"

  Bo shouts from the back of the room. If I'm not mistaken, his words sound a little slurred—no doubt from the moonshine he told me he did not bring into the church.

  Ignoring the catcalls, I lock eyes with my bride and slowly, taking all the time in the world, I lower my lips to hers, and I worship her mouth the way only I'll ever be able to from now on. Skila is breathing heavier and leaning into me when I let her lips go. I rest my forehead against hers for a minute and give us a few to gather our wits, and then we turn to face the small gathering of people.

  We walk over and join Nana and Jordan at their table. Jordan stands and slaps me on the back before pulling me into a hug and then doing the same to Skila. He catches her off guard, but after a quick twirl, she’s laughing and clinging to his arms. I’m kind of thankful Chris couldn't make it, even if his excuse was total bullshit. I just don't think he and Sky get along that well, and the more I’m around him, the less I think we do too. One thing’s for certain: if it had been his hands on my brand new bride, right now I'd be feeling some entirely different emotions.

  Chapter Forty

  Skila

  Grace has very thoughtfully prepared my favorite, fried chicken and cornbread. I just hope the baby cooperates long enough that I'm able to actually eat. She has an elaborate display of potato salad, green bean casserole, dressing and gravy. There’s so much food here that I feel like I might go into a diabetic coma just from looking at it all.