"What?" He snapped at my door.
"The last time I checked this was still my room, not yours," Scowling at him, I opened the door.
"Mia?" Laney looked at me with a worried expression.
"Hey, what's up?"
"We were planning on going to –"
"Perfect, let me get changed." With fake enthusiasm, I plastered a large smile on my face. Not really in the mood to leave, but I to get away from Christopher.
"We need to talk." He disputed while I grabbed some clothes.
"We are done talking." I slammed the bathroom door and changed my clothes.
"For now," he growled through the closed door.
When I opened the door, he was gone. Sighing in relief, I met the girls in the living room. They were all sitting and waiting for me.
"So, ready?" I asked.
"Are you sure you want to go?" Kat looked me over.
"Yeah, why?"
"You look…well…" Serena cut her off.
"You look like shit."
"Gee thanks. I love you too." I rolled my eyes. "I need to get out and not think about this right now."
"Okay then," Laney hopped up from the couch and wrapped arms with me. "Let's head to dinner then."
Laney arranged a private balcony box to watch a movie and then we went to dinner. It was a nice evening and I only had to think once about being pregnant.
When the waiter arrived and asked for our drink order my first reaction was to order a something with a lot of liquor. Serena quickly reminded me I couldn't. After dinner, we returned to the hotel, and that night I locked my bedroom door.
It took almost three full days before I spoke to Christopher again. He'd tried numerous times to call me and see me, but I always kept him at bay. I needed the time to think without persuasion and I really had thought about it.
Thankfully, we had a tight schedule that kept us busy. We got some rehearsal time in a local studio, interviews – both morning and afternoon radio shows, and we also got to do a Meet the Artists type of promotion. Sitting at a table, we were able to autograph CDs, shirts, pictures, and stand for photos with fans. Even with The Forgotten being at a table near ours, I was still able to keep myself distanced from Christopher during the day. At night, alone, I had time to think.
My career was just beginning and there was no time for a baby. I had no clue about being someone's mother, hell I was still immature and irresponsible. But no matter how rational my arguments were against having the baby, it came down to one simple question. Could I do it and live the rest of my life without the guilt or just live with myself? The answer had been as clear as the day I found out I was pregnant.
With the morning came the typical morning sickness. It had really started to take effect and I wanted to call this whole pregnancy off. It was completely barbaric that there was a pill to give a guy a hard on, but not one to stop me from heaving my guts out in the morning, or afternoon, or whenever fuck my body wanted. One semi-positive was sleep started to come even easier for me and no matter how much I would sleep it was never enough. It was about eight in the evening when he showed up in my room. I was half-asleep when I heard the door shut loudly.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to shut the door so hard." His brow was furrowed and the bags under his eyes were dark purple. "Mia –"
"Chris, please don't start yelling at me or ordering me around tonight. I'm –"
"I promise, I won't yell. I won't even speak if you don't want me to. Just let me hold you, please?"
My fuzzy vision cleared to the sadness in his face.
"Christopher –"
"Just let me." It was no longer a request.
The bed shifted as he crawled toward me and curled his body around mine. He pulled my face to his chest hugging me tightly. His hand found my stomach and rested there. My body relaxed into his and I knew I needed to tell him.
"I've decided –"
"Not tonight."
"Will you let me finish?" I pushed away from his chest. "I promise not to do it."
A large breath of relief left him. Then his lips collided with mine. He began moving over my jaw and down my neck. The smile on his lips and the viper bites pressed into my skin. The hand on my stomach was now gripping my hip. His lips returned to mine and our tongues sparred.
My hands found his hair and gripped tightly once his hand cupped my breast, massaging. I moaned into his mouth, his actions became more urgent, pushing my shirt up, and pressing his lips between my cotton covered breasts.
The cotton cups pushed up, his mouth explored my body. Writhing under his touch, I couldn't control the feral moan escaping me when the metal tongue ball rolled over my nipple.
"You like that, don't you?" He slid the ball over me again.
He pressed between my thighs and the rock hard erection hit the spot. I gasped loudly. Abruptly, he stopped all ministrations. I groaned in annoyance.
"Did I hurt you?" Worry all over his face.
I smiled and tugged his hair teasingly.
"No," I smirked and pulled away, figuring the moment was lost. Christopher pinned me.
"Where do you think you are going?" Growling, he sucked my breast between his lips. I shivered in pleasure.
Now he knew the power his tongue ring had on me, he started working it to his advantage. My hands fisted his damp black locks while pressing my hips forward for friction. Before I knew it, my shirt was off and my sweatpants were at the bottom of the bed. He pulled his shirt off and lay back down over my body. Hooking my feet into the top of the pajama bottoms, I pushed them down. My inner hooker took immediate notice that he was commando. She slipped into the smuttiest cheerleading costume she had.
Nothing was between us. My bare skin felt like it was smoldering against his. Every touch, every movement made my skin flame with desire. Wiggling my hips beneath us, a surge of craving ran through my body. His hardness grazed my wet heat. Attacking my mouth ferociously, he positioned himself and connected us. I ground my hips into his.
"Oh yes, yes, yes." I moaned.
"Gnugh," he grunted, "Ungh".
Our breathing labored when we pulled away from each other's lips. My mouth found his pebbled nipples and my hands held onto his shoulder as his thrusting increased. The smoldering collected into my stomach and started to build a larger flame. Christopher shifted his position.
"Mia," he moaned into my shoulder.
Pulling his head back, I took my face in his hand and stared into his eyes.
"Thank you," he whispered, "for having my baby."
Then he hit a perfect spot and I bit down on his arm to muffle my scream. The salty taste of his skin caressed my taste buds. He didn't even flinch.
His muscles tensed and his forehead came down to my shoulder. Raising my hips to meet his thrusts, he came undone inside me. Slowly riding out his orgasm, his breathing remained heavy against my chest.
When his arms could no longer support him, he rolled off me and pulled my back against his chest. He moved away for a minute, but came right back covering our bodies with a blanket.
"Mia?"
"Hmm?"
I didn't know if I wanted him to say anything at this moment. We didn't really do the talking thing. We just slept, and now apparently have sex and a baby. Mentally I groaned. What a great start for this relationship.
"I'm sorry," he whispered into my hair.
"For?"
"I mean you obviously don't want to be pregnant and I'm sorry I, well that I –"
"Knocked me up," I laughed.
He didn't.
"It’s okay, Christopher. I'm sorry this happened to you too."
He rolled me over quickly and looked directly into my face. It stunned me for a moment.
"W-what?" I stuttered.
"Don't apologize to me for this. You have nothing to apologize for, ever." He cupped my cheek and kissed my forehead before letting me roll back to my side.
"Um, Christopher?"
"Yeah," he settled back into posit
ion behind me.
"What is your favorite color?"
He chuckled.
"What's my favorite color?" he continued to laugh.
"Shut up. I don't know anything about you –"
"You know more about me than anyone else," he laughed again.
"You know what I mean, jerk," I nudged him. "So, besides being an arrogant, groupie fucking, asshole with super sperm, who crashes in my bed, what else can you tell me?"
He was silent for a moment.
"Is that what you really think?"
I sighed.
"Yes. No. A little, but you have to admit we don't know much about each other."
"Like?" He pressed.
"Okay…here's an example: what is my middle name?" He was silent. "What is my favorite color?" He was silent again. "Exactly." I whispered. "Don't you think –?"
"Red," he answered.
"Green," I smiled.
"What's your middle name?" he asked.
"Marie," I groaned.
"Mia Marie?" He tried to hide his laughter, but his shaking chest gave him away.
"It's Amelia Marie."
"You don't like it?" He asked.
I shrugged. "It's alright I guess. Serena got the better name."
"I disagree," he said. "Hey, I have a question."
"Which is?"
His finger ran from the top of my spine to the crack of my ass. "What's this?"
"Music notes." Sarcasm laced my words.
He tickled my side.
"Stop," I screamed.
"I mean what song is it, smart ass. I know they're notes, but I'm not familiar with this song." His finger ran down my tattoo again.
"My mother used to sing us the song 'Baby Mine' when we were younger." For a brief moment, I closed my eyes and remembered the last time I heard her sing it. "God, her voice was amazing."
"Like yours." He squeezed me.
"Better. She was fantastic." I sighed. "Anyhow, I decided I wanted a tribute to my mother, so I got a hold of the sheet music and had my favorite part tattooed on me."
"So these are the musical notes to the song?"
I nodded.
"I don't think I know this song."
Turning onto my back, I looked at his face. He was trying to think hard.
"You've never seen Dumbo?"
He shook his head.
"If I did, I don't remember it or this song. Wanna sing it for me?" He grinned.
"No," I chuckled turned back onto my side.
"Come on." He kissed my shoulder.
I closed my eyes and sang the verse on my back. As I sang, his hand ran up and down my tattoo.
"It's pretty."
Content, I nodded.
"Are you going to sing it to our baby?" His hand flattened on my stomach.
"Maybe," I said quietly.
We spent the next hour lying there asking questions about each other and our family. Christopher was a little concerned about John being a police chief, trained and licensed to shoot a gun.
"Of course I get the cop's daughter pregnant." He groaned.
Laughing at his whining, we actually continued to talk to each other. Sometime after the question and answer session, we fell asleep.
* * * * *
Relief and excitement fought for domination when she told me she was going to have the baby. However, nervousness won when I found out that a police chief's daughter was pregnant with my child. I cannot wait until that meeting.
"Hello sir, I'm the guy that had unprotected, premarital sex with your baby girl. Oh and by the way, I knocked her up. Boom. Dead. RIP Christopher Masen."
The morning came quickly, a little too quickly for Mia. I jerked from a very sound sleep when she staggered from the bed to the bathroom. Getting up, I pulled on my sweatpants. Halfway to the bathroom I could hear her heaving and rushed to her side.
"Are you okay?" I knelt next to her.
She nodded and then heaved into the toilet, again. Grabbing the robe from the door, I threw it around her.
"Get out," she groaned, leaning her head against the wall.
I furrowed my brow. "What can I get you?"
She weakly shoved me away.
"Get out," she groaned.
When I didn't move, she huffed.
"You don't need to see –" she heaved again. Her hair fell around her like a curtain. I pulled it away and held it back.
As she started to stand up, I caught her around the waist and helped her walk back to the bed. She curled into a ball, breathed in, and out threw her nose in a heavy rhythm.
Stepping out of the room, Serena was sitting with Ryan on the couch watching cartoons. Their heads turned to me.
"Cwis," Ryan smiled.
"Hey little man," I answered quickly, moving toward the refrigerator for a bottled water. On the way back to the bedroom I turned.
"Serena?" she looked up. "What can I get for her?"
"What do you mean?" Her brow wrinkled.
"She's sick." I rubbed the back of my neck.
She smiled.
"Ahhh…morning sickness."
I looked at her impatiently.
"It comes with being pregnant. She was feeling this way at night last month. I'll order some food for her."
"Ok, thanks." I went back into Mia's room and she wasn't in bed. Rushing to the bathroom, I barged in.
She screeched.
"Shit! Christopher!"
I turned around quickly.
"Sorry. I thought you were getting sick again."
She started laughing.
"What?"
"Did you seriously just turn around because I'm in the shower?" She laughed louder.
"Yeah, I guess I did," I started laughing too.
"Uh-huh, so what happened to Mister "I've seen every part of your body"?"
Turning back around, I was about to tease back, but the outline of her body against the steamed up glass was too much for my inner pervert. I couldn't speak and before my brain could catch up with my body, I was standing with my hand on the shower door, sliding it open.
Without removing my clothes, I stepped inside. Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her to me. As I pressed my lips to hers, I could smell her scent intensified by the steam. Her skin, wet, was so amazing. My hands slid over her curves.
"Uh, your clothes are getting soaked." Mia had a look of amusement on her face.
My sweatpants started to stick uncomfortably to my skin. That's when my brain finally caught up. Leaning back, I looked at her. We both started laughing at my drenched clothing.
"Sorry," I mumbled.
"You say that a lot," she quipped and then turned back around to finish.
I stood captivated by her smell and the sight. My pants tightened from arousal rather than the water, as visions of pressing her against the cool tile and fucking her senseless entered my head. However, just as I had the thought, she squeezed past me and got out of the shower.
She left the water on. I stripped out of my soaked clothes and showered. When I realized my 'problem' wasn't going anywhere I switched the water to cold before I climbed out to dry off.
Many hours later, I sat backstage at our final concert. Waiting for the girls finished up their set, I realized how much I hated being away from her. I got up to head to the side stage.
"Where you going?"
"Go watch them finish." I shrugged.
Halfway down the hall, Jackson's presence appeared.
"So what are you going to do man?"
"About what?"
"Well let's see…about Mia, the baby, you know, so don't fucking play stupid." He rolled his eyes.
"She's going to have the baby," I answered.
"I know that asshole. What are you going to do?"
"I don't know Jackson, it's not like I've had a lot of time for it all to absorb." Sighing, I stopped walking. "I still have to find out what she's going to do. I mean is she going to stay in Seattle? Is she going back to Whidbey Island, and all that shit? I
just don't know yet."
He patted my back.
"I'm sure you'll work it out, though you guys are going to be swarmed by the paps now." He raised his eyebrow. I let that sink in. I hadn't even thought about the way they are going to attack her. We started walking again.
We got to the side stage and there they were. The same carefree, upbeat performance, but Mia wasn't her normal self. Something was off. I couldn't figure out if she wasn't feeling good again or if she was just worried. They started their last song and we rushed off to get ready.
After the show wrapped up and we got back to the hotel, I packed up some clothes and went to the girl's room. Laney smiled when she let me in. I headed to Mia's room.
"I think she's already asleep," Laney said, walking by me toward her room.
Opening the door, she lay curled up against a bunch of pillows. I climbed onto the bed and hovered over her sleeping body for a few moments just staring. Pulling myself out of the trance, I slid the pillows away from her and replaced them with my body.
"Christopher," I froze thinking I woke her, but her breathing stayed even and she curled up to my chest. I settled in. "Christopher," she said again. I brushed stray hairs away from her face.
She sighed, "I love you."
I stopped breathing for a few minutes I swear.
Did she just say…She was sleeping Christopher, don't take it as much more than a dream.
Smiling wider than I had in forever, not caring if she meant it, I fell asleep. She said it and that was all I needed right now.
* * * * *
During our whole performance, I couldn't get my mind to settle. It was distracting. I knew I cared about Christopher, that was obvious, but he's in love with me. Did I love him?
A part of me screamed yes, while the more logical side was beating the hell out of the yes side. It was the worst time to have an internal struggle but I couldn't get past it.
We couldn't have gotten back to the hotel fast enough for me. Taking a hot shower, I threw my exhausted ass into bed. Even though I was exhausted it was so hard to sleep with…well without him. Bunching up my pillows, I draped myself over them to get comfortable. I don't remember anything after that.
I woke up to another intense knot in my stomach and bolted for the bathroom. This was getting old already.
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