“You don’t look fine.” She was pale as a ghost.
There was a gallon of water on the table where she usually worked. I also saw two cartons of plain crackers.
“That’s not very nice to say.” She sat on the bed, but I saw her eyes close.
“Are you sick? Do you want me to take you to see someone?” The insensitive bastard in me wondered if I needed to get the hell out of this room. What if she infected me with something and I couldn’t swim?
“No. I’m fine.” She waved me off.
I sat on the edge of the bed, knowing I was taking a chance with my health. I prayed like hell I didn’t catch some fucking stomach bug.
“Would you stop watching that damn fire dance and tell me what’s going on?” I barked.
“I told you, it’s nothing.” She turned up the volume as another burst of flames lit up the sky over the Olympic stadium.
“Ava, I broke curfew, left the opening ceremonies, and blew off the entire Australian team to come over here tonight. The least you could do is fucking look at me.”
She turned toward me and I saw something I’d never seen in her eyes before—fear.
“What is it, love?” I softened my tone. Why was I such a bastard sometimes?
“You have a big swim tomorrow, don’t you?” she asked.
“God, what is going on with you?” I shoved off the bed. “I’m here because of the swim. You’re the person I want to be with before I swim tomorrow. Haven’t I said that in every way possible?” I felt the irritation under my skin.
“Blaine, I’m fine. Focus on the swim. Focus on the world record. Don’t worry about me.”
“How can you say that? I came over here for you.”
“I didn’t ask you to do that.” She covered her hand with her mouth.
I picked up my bag. “Fuck, if that’s how you feel, don’t worry about it.” I pulled the handle of the door as she scampered off the bed.
“Blaine, don’t leave like this.” She tugged on my arm, but I was done with these games.
“I didn’t mean to upset you,” she pleaded. “I was just—” But before she got another word out she ran to the bathroom, and I cringed as I heard her vomit.
“Shit, Ava.” I rushed over to see if she needed anything.
She steadied herself, brushed her teeth, and washed her hands.
She turned off the bathroom light and walked toward the bed.
“You can’t tell me you aren’t sick.” I glared at her. “I can at least get you to a doctor. Maybe I can call someone in the village. They’re already programmed into all our phones.”
I reached for my cell when Ava grabbed it from my hand.
“I’m not sick.”
“Like bloody hell,” I raised my voice. “Stop being stubborn. You just threw up.”
And then it hit me.
I saw the tears well on her bottom lid. “Blaine, I’m pregnant.”
18
Ava
I stared at him. He hadn’t spoken a word since I dropped the bomb between us.
“I didn’t want to tell you like this. I was trying to let you swim. Don’t you get it?”
“How long have you known?” He hadn’t blinked.
“A week,” I whispered. I suddenly felt ashamed for keeping it from him.
He turned from the bathroom and sat on the bed. “You’ve known all week and didn’t tell me?” He looked hurt.
I sat next to him. “I couldn’t let this pregnancy ruin your chance at gold. I’ll still be pregnant after the games. I was going to tell you then. I swear.”
“You’re carrying my baby?”
I nodded. “I’m sorry. I know it’s not what you expected. I didn’t expect it either. I—I thought it was jet lag, but it wasn’t. It’s some kind of twisted morning sickness that comes and goes all day.”
His hand pushed my T-shirt from my stomach and he cupped my belly with his palms. “My baby is in there?”
“Yes. It’s your baby.”
My heart ached. I had just done everything I didn’t want to do. I wanted him to sweep gold. I wanted him to achieve all his Olympic dreams. And with one little word I had undone all of it. How was he going to concentrate after this?
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“I’m okay.” I smiled. “Really. We can deal with it later. I don’t the baby to ruin your career, Blaine. You’ve worked your entire life for this.”
His hands pushed the T-shirt over my breasts. He stared at them hungrily.
“I’m not running away from this.” He leaned toward me, clasping a nipple between his teeth.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, pressing his head harder to my chest.
He laid me on the bed, raking the shirt over my head. “Do you know how fucking gorgeous you look with my baby inside you?” he growled.
Everything in me trembled. I felt the wet heat between my legs. My nipples perked.
“You’re not mad?” I asked.
He flicked his tongue over my breasts. Shit, everything was sensitive and highly alert. I was a live wire in his hands.
“Love, I’ve never been more turned on in my life.”
My eyes widened. “You are?”
He grabbed my hand and guided it between his legs. I gasped when I felt how hard his cock was.
Shit. I wanted him too.
I eagerly shoved his pants over his legs.
His kisses landed on my mouth with hungry fever. He massaged my tits until I moaned with pleasure and pain.
“Is it okay if I fuck you, love?” he growled in my ear.
“God, yes.” I climbed against his body, needing to feel him inside. I needed to know he was okay. I needed to know that we were going to make it through this, whatever happened.
His fingers circled between my legs before he slid the panties over my ankles.
“Let me look at you,” he breathed.
My chest rose. I knew my breasts were already larger than before. He spread my legs open and I sighed.
“Fuck, you’re sexy.”
I tried to look away, but he gripped my chin.
“And you’re carrying my baby.”
I nodded. I was. I had Blaine’s baby inside me. A baby we made on a rash, impulsive, stupid night. A night when I thought my career was over because I was fired. A night when I didn’t have a friend. A night when I turned to a sexy playboy for comfort. A night when we made a baby.
My hips tipped forward. “I want you inside me, Blaine.”
He grinned, nudging my legs wider.
I sighed as he sank deep inside me. I wrapped my body around his as he plunged in and out of me with rapid thrusts of pleasure.
He kissed me. “I love fucking you knowing I made this baby with you.”
His words melted me. I was scared he would resent me, or not want anything to do with the baby, but Blaine was full of surprises. He pushed inside me, loving me to the edge of the cliff.
I gripped his shoulders. “I’m going to come. Oh, God.”
He held me, pumping harder. “Come like this, come all over my cock, baby.”
And I felt the sweet rush spread through my veins and tingle to my toes as the orgasm rocked me with spirals.
“So fucking hot.” He tensed and then slammed into me, filling me with his own orgasm as he pulsed inside me.
He kissed me and nuzzled into my neck. “Thank you, Ava.”
“How are you going to swim?” The panic returned.
He laughed. “See, what happens is I dive into the water and then start kicking and moving my arms.”
I bit his fingers playfully. “Did I ruin it? Did we ruin it?” I finally felt as if I could acknowledge the baby.
“No, you didn’t ruin anything. You made it perfect.”
I sat forward. “This is crazy. We barely know each other. We had a one-night stand six weeks ago and now I’m pregnant. You realize this is… Well, there aren’t words for what this is.”
“This is you and me.” His palm
flattened over my navel. “This is us now.”
“But—”
“Shh. Stop worrying. I’ve got you now. It’s going to be okay.”
“You know I don’t expect you to do anything for me, right? I can take care of the baby on my own. I’m not saying you have to be involved.”
“Would you shut up?”
My mouth clamped closed.
“Listen to me, you stubborn she-devil. You’re not scaring me away. You’re not raising my baby in another country. You’re not doing this alone. Do you hear me?”
I nodded slowly.
“Good. That’s settled. Tomorrow you can tell our baby how he was there when his dad won two gold medals.”
“He?”
He rubbed my belly and put an ear to my stomach. “Definitely a he.”
“Wait, we’re not going to live in two different countries?” My mind raced with everything Blaine had just said.
“No, we’re not.” He eyed me.
“Then who’s moving?”
“Ever thought about living in Australia?”
I blinked. “No. It’s on the other side of the world.”
He kissed my neck and I settled back on the bed. His lips traveled to my throat and over my collarbone.
“How would you like to wake up to this every morning?”
His hand slipped lower from my stomach and I found I was already eager to accept his fingers as he pushed them inside me. My breath hitched.
“Yes, please.”
“Then it’s settled.” His thumb circled my clit and I bowed off the bed. My body was firing out of control.
“I have no idea what I just agreed to,” I moaned. My muscles gripped at his fingers. How did he always find my G-spot so quickly?
He laughed. “You agreed to be happy and to let me make you come every day.”
“Oh yes,” I whimpered. “Okay.” I looked into his eyes, knowing I had no control.
My body was his and he knew how to play it perfectly.
19
Blaine
I’m not going to say I was the kind of man who planned on having a typical life. I didn’t think those things were meant for me. I worked fucking hard to get where I did. I didn’t get there by daydreaming. I got there by putting in blood, sweat, and tears.
So when Ava told me she was having my baby I could either stay that man. The man who climbed and scraped, shoving and pushing his way to the top, or I could change. In a split second, I looked in her eyes and I knew it was worth every ounce of pain and struggle to change. It was worth every world record, every gold medal, to be the kind of man she could count on. To be the kind of father our baby deserved.
“Ready?” Jim signaled me as I sat on the bench in the locker room.
I nodded. I didn’t bother to take the earbuds from my ears.
My entire life might be different this morning, but the rituals weren’t.
I stood, reaching my arms overhead, and walked out of the locker room.
The crowd erupted in a chant: “Crews, Crews, Crews.”
I tried not to look at how many people had been packed into the aquatics center. My eyes darted to the one reserved seat I had in the entire building.
Ava smiled.
If she was here, the rest was all just noise. I didn’t need the cheers or chants. I didn’t need the TV cameras. I needed her. And our baby.
Jim walked up to me. “You’ve got this, Blaine.”
“Thanks.”
It was my gold to lose.
I adjusted my swim cap and goggles. The fans went crazy when we took our places on the blocks. I was in lane two.
I gripped the block and rocked back and forth to loosen my hamstrings. I took a deep breath.
The freestyle was mine. The gold was mine.
The buzzer sounded and I dove into the water, plunging beneath the surface with a solid start. The swimmer on my right was Swiss and the guy on my left was American. I had competed against both of them in world finals six months ago.
I kicked, propelling myself faster as I took quick breaths. I saw the wall and twisted into the turn I practiced yesterday. It was fucking flawless. I surfaced again, gaining at least a full body length on the Swiss guy.
I knew better than to look beside me. The drag would only slow me down. I focused on the wall, on my breath, on pushing the water out of my way.
I shoved off the wall again. There was only one turn left before the final lap.
It was close and I anticipated the turn, ducking with a swift motion. I pulled hard, forcing my body to move faster than it had before. I had to do this. Ava was watching.
I reached, stretching my fingertips long, and hit the wall.
I hung on the rope and looked up at the scoreboard. The times scrolled across the marquee.
Jim clapped and shouted. “Gold!”
I threw my arm in the air, pumping my fist. Ava laughed and waved from the crowd.
I had everything. A fucking incredible woman. A woman who was giving me a family.
And I had just won gold.
It was only the beginning.
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