The Baby Plan: A Second Chance Romance

by Tia Siren

  After Liam ran off, leaving me standing by the nurses’ station alone, I didn't move for several minutes. The world seemed to spin around me, and I just stood there. I felt dejected, alone, and isolated. I was in a hospital, feeling sick to my stomach, and I knew that there was no one there that could do anything about it.

  After what was probably only minutes, but felt like hours, I finally worked up the courage to leave. I left the hospital, wondering if I would ever go back.

  I was going to go home, crawl into a ball, and feel sorry for myself, but I couldn't. Not right away, anyway. First, I walked. I was basically a tourist in my own city. I didn't know any of the landmarks or any of the sites. I didn’t know the streets from one another, and I wasn't even sure of the fastest way to get back to my apartment. But none of that mattered. I had nowhere to be and no one to be there with.

  I loved the city. Although I couldn't confirm it, I was sure that I always had. There was just something so magical about the place. It was all the different people that you could see. They were all so unique and interesting in their own way. I liked to look up at random skyscraper buildings and imagine who lived in each apartment and whether any of them were going through even a tenth of what I currently was. Somehow, I doubted it.

  I just could not believe that Liam had done that. I was so sure that he was going to be different. He had seemed that way right from the beginning. When I was alone and scared, he had been a bright light for me to latch onto, one that guided me out of my funk. When we went on that date, he had known me so well, better than I had known myself. The places he took me and the things we did implied that he wasn't just some guy trying to get into my pants. But that he actually cared for me. At least, that was how it seemed.

  And when we made love, because that was what it was. It was us making love. Two people in perfect sync. It was simpatico in every way. The way that he went down on me, bringing me to pleasure so easily, as if he had done it a hundred times before. I knew, then, that he was more than just the average man.

  But I guess that I was wrong.

  I walked through Central Park, back in what I was pretty sure was the direction of my apartment. The problem with having amnesia is that all my memories were so new. Everything that I did reminded me of something that happened recently. The smell of the leaves, the rustling of the tree tops. They all reminded me of my date with Liam, simply because there was nothing else they could remind me of. And every time that they reminded me of my date with Liam, a knife drove itself into my stomach.

  I just couldn’t believe I was so stupid. I shouldn't have gone out with him. I definitely shouldn't have slept with him, and I most certainly, without a doubt, shouldn't have allowed myself to fall for him so quickly. It was now so obvious that he didn't feel that way about me, and all I did was open myself up to being hurt.

  My apartment was in a sketchy part of town, and as I made my way toward my building, I didn't care about the screaming and yelling that happened around me. Liana had warned me to never walk down there by myself at night, but in that moment, I didn’t care.

  I didn't even care or notice that the building door was open and that anyone could just walk in if they so pleased. I didn't even care that the elevator didn't require a key card, and thus, anyone who was in the building could ride to any floor. And so engrossed in my funk was I that I didn't even notice that my apartment door was open, only just, until I was already inside.

  I saw the shadow of the man only after I was well into my apartment, and the door was closed behind me. He stood in the corner of the room, watching me. It was as if he were waiting for me. Darkness engulfed him, meaning that only his silhouette was visible. And in his hands was something big and long and dangerous looking.

  If I had been more aware of the moment and not so lost in my own thoughts, I might have screamed. I might have turned back, thrown open the door, and sprinted down the hallway. But considering the circumstances, all I did was stare at the man in my apartment.

  For several moments, the two of us looked at one another, neither moving. It was in this moment of silence that I slowly inched backward, making my way toward the door, all the while, very aware of whatever it was that he held in his hands.

  "Wait," he said, and I recognized the voice instantly.

  "Liam?" I said, letting out a huge sigh of relief.

  As I did I reached over and flipped on the light. Indeed, the shadowy figure standing in my apartment was Liam. And the object he held in his hands was a bouquet of flowers.

  "The door was open so I let myself in. I hope that's okay?" He spoke softly. Nervously. I couldn't recall a time I had ever heard him so gently spoken. He was usually so commanding. At least, I thought so.

  I shook my head. “Dude, you scared the shit out of me. Why the hell didn’t you say something right when I walked in? Why stare at me creepily from a dark corner?”

  He glanced around him. “Damn, I didn’t realize you couldn’t really see me. I promise I wasn’t lurking in here. And I didn’t say anything because it seemed like you were pissed off to see me. I wasn’t sure what to say.”

  “I thought you were a burglar or something,” I said, still trying to calm the pounding of my heart in my chest. “What do you want?" I asked, a little more offensively than I had intended.

  I didn't know what to make of him being there. The truth was, I had half expected to never hear from him again.

  "I came to apologize."

  "To apologize?”

  "Just let me explain,” he began, taking a step forward.

  I could see him trying to think of the right thing to say. I knew what I wanted to hear. I just hoped it was what he wanted to say.

  "What I did last night was wrong and shitty. There is no excuse for it. I definitely could have handled that better. And I should have called you as soon as I had a chance. The hospital has been my crutch for the longest time. I've used it as an excuse to get out of everything and to never let anyone get close. Well, I'm not going to let it do that anymore. Starting now the hospital comes second."

  "And what comes first?"

  "You," he said, as if it were the most obvious answer in the entire world. "You come first. You always ha–I mean, you always should. I just hope that it isn't too late for me to tell you that."

  I didn't answer immediately. Instead, I walked up to him, taking the flowers from his grip, and I examined them. I was careful not to smile or give anything away as I looked them over, my eyes darting to his face every few seconds. It was only when the tension was properly mounted and I could sense the desire coming from him that I finally answered.

  "I would have liked some nicer flowers. But I suppose these will do." It was a joke, of course, and my huge smile was indicative of that.

  "The best I could do on short notice," he said, returning the smile. "Next time, I'll get you roses."

  "You better."

  I dropped the flowers to the floor as he all but lunged at me. Our lips collided, and although it had been less than a day since we kissed, the passion in our embrace implied that it had been months.

  I chose then to forget about the way he had treated me and the way he had acted. Everyone made mistakes, and the fact that he was so willing to apologize for them and try and make them right, told me more about his character than any previous action could have.

  As we kissed, he lifted me up in a single motion, plopping me on the bench top, and as he did, I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him in. I never wanted to let him go again. But I was going to have to. Already, his hands were moving to his own belt and the moment that his pants dropped to the floor and his hands wrapped around me again, I knew what he had in mind. And, as luck would have it, it was exactly what I had in mind, too.

  CHAPTER 11

  LIAM

  I had never wanted anybody as badly as I wanted Kate in that moment. Not even the first time we made love, after a year of waiting. For some reason, it was there, in that crappy little apartment after I h
ad apologized to her, that I felt my body responding in ways that it never had before.

  I think it had something to do with my need to prove myself to her and my relief that she was taking me back. Where before, I had the entire day to plan and build up towards the seduction, this time, it happened from nothing. I had half-expected her to kick me out and tell me to never come back. And if she had, I wouldn't have blamed her, either. But instead, she lunged at me, wrapping herself around me and letting me know that she wanted one thing only. I was only too willing to oblige.

  We were in the kitchen, and I decided to stay there. That night’s session was going to be all about making it up to Kate and showing her that I was worth hanging around for.

  As my hands wrapped around her firm booty, I lifted her onto the bench. There, every part of her was within perfect reach. My hands found her blouse, ripping it open to reveal her perfect breasts. They had always been perfect in my mind. Not too big and not too small. A perfect, perky handful with nipples to die for.

  I unhooked her bra, releasing them. The moment they were free, I pulled my mouth from her and buried my face in her tits. I bit her right nipple, followed by her left. I then moved my mouth back to her right, while pinching her left between my fingers. Each time I did, she let off a small moan, indicating her pleasure in the action.

  I didn't even notice it happening, but soon my shirt was off, too, thrown to the floor. Our naked torsos pressed against one another's as I kissed her deeply. I felt her breathing against my chest, and I made sure to move my body to the rhythm of it. As we did, my hands moved down her back, stroking and scratching her bare skin. I was careful not to draw blood, but also careful to cause pain. Just a fraction.

  She wore plain, loose-fitting blue jeans, and my hands found their buckle. As I undid them, she lifted herself up, allowing for me to slide them off. The moment they were off, my hand made its way down to her pussy. She had a black lace thong on, and I ran the tips of my fingers over it, stroking where I knew the clit to be.

  Her body shook every time my fingers traced the outside of her lips. And every time it did, I would move onto her thighs, pinching them between my fingers before moving back to her lips. Each time I found them again, she became noticeably wetter. I ran my fingers over the lining of her panties, teasing that I was going to pull them off, but never actually making the move. I wanted her to beg.

  But she didn't. When she realized that I was taking them off on my own accord, she took them off herself, slipping out of them in one simple motion. I let off an involuntary gasp as my eyes found their way to her plump pussy. It was already dripping. I could see it on the table. Gleaming.

  Again, my fingers made their way down to her lips. As I kissed her neck and bit her ears, I ran my hand on the outside of her pussy. It was soaking, and each time I pressed on its lips, she shook and quivered. She wanted me to push my fingers inside of her. And I was going to, but not right away.

  Yet again, Kate took control. She ran her hand through my hair before pushing my head down. It caught me off guard, as most women weren't wont to do that. But Kate wasn't most women. I willingly fell to my knees, licking my lips as my eyes came face to face with her pussy. It seemed to throb as I blew hot air onto it. It seemed to quake and call for me.

  Smiling to myself, delighted by the situation I found myself in, I plunged my head between her thighs. My tongue broke through her lips straight away, pushing its way into her pussy. It was warm and tasted sweet.

  I ran my tongue up the inside of her until I found the clit. It vibrated as the tip of my tongue ran over it, and as it did, her hand grabbed me by the hair, and she let off a tremendous moan. So, I did it again.

  Each time my tongue stroked her clit, she reacted. Her thighs closed around my head, threatening to squash me, and yet I continued. I could feel her breathing intensify. I could hear it, too. If I stayed where I was and kept doing what I was doing, then she would, without a doubt, come all over my face and mouth. And as much as I would have loved that, I had other plans for her.

  I pulled my face from between her, getting to my feet. The moment I did, I kissed her deeply on the mouth. As we kissed, it was her hands that found my pants and helped me out of them. It was her hands that pulled my cock from its trappings and squeezed it, making sure it was nice and hard.

  Her hand ran itself up and down my shaft, stroking it. As one hand worked my head, the other cupped my balls. My knees shook from the intensity. She licked her hand, running it over my shaft again. She continued to move it, up and down, making sure I was as hard as possible.

  I had never had a hand job like that, and I would have loved to have sat back and let her finish. But I had to be inside of her. I grabbed her around the waist, pulling her from the bench. As soon as her feet hit the ground, I spun her around, biting into her neck.

  My cock was pressed up against her butt. I took a second to admire it, too, her rear. She had always been athletic, and her booty, big and round, was a testament to that. A perfect peach that I wanted to eat.

  She moved her ass up and down on my cock, teasing it. Her hand then reached back, grabbing it by the shaft. As she did, she cocked one leg, raising it just enough so she could guide my meat between her legs. My head pressed against her lips. It entered a fraction of an inch before being pulled away. She rubbed it on her wet lips. She pushed it against her clit. She wanted to make me beg. But I wasn't going to.

  Before long, she gave in to her own machinations. She finally relented, sitting back and letting my cock slide up inside of her. The way that her pussy lips wrapped around my shaft was divine as she swallowed the entire thing. I put both hands on her shoulders, pulling her all the way down onto my member.

  Once I was fully inside of her, all the way to the base, I released her shoulders, allowing her to stand back up. And then, once the head of my cock was about to pop back out, I grabbed her shoulders again and pulled her back down.

  Again and again, we continued this charade. She bobbed up and down on my penis. Her movements increased in speed each time I slid inside of her. Her breathing intensified. Her moans became louder. Before long, her knees began to shake, and her entire body shivered.

  As it did, I felt a strange sensation in my toes. They tingled. This tingling worked its way up my legs and to my balls. I began to pump her even harder. My hand found its way around her waist and onto her clit. Giving it a rub, she yelped in delight as a shock surged up her body.

  She continued to bounce, her free hand wrapping around mine that worked her clit. She didn't want me to stop. So I didn’t. The two of us writhed and convulsed as my entire body caught fire.

  "I want you to come with me," she moaned.

  "Whatever you want," I somehow sputtered between movements.

  And we did. The moment I felt her body give in and explode, I erupted. Hot, sticky come poured from the end of my cock, filling her up as she screamed and threw her head back. Her entire body clammed up. Her pussy clenched around my cock, not letting it go. Both her hands shot out, gripping the table as she tried to steady herself. And all the while, she refused to let me out of her.

  It wasn't until several minutes after we were both done that she finally relented, pulling herself from my cock. And even then, it was several minutes more before she turned back around, throwing her arms over me as she practically collapsed.

  I lifted her up and carried her to the bed, falling into it, with her still in my arms. The whole while, she seemed to shake from the intensity of the session. And even as we lay in bed, she wrapped herself in my arms, and I could feel her body shivering.

  "I guess you forgive me?" I joked.

  She didn't respond. Not with words anyway. Instead, she looked into my eyes, a serious expression in them. She more than forgave me. From that moment on, the two of us weren't doctor and patient having an affair. We were lovers. There was no going back.

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  I laid awake for most of the night. As Kate slept peacefully in my arms, there
was one thought that I could not get out of my head. Any day, or any moment, Kate might get her memory back, and when that happened, my life would be over.

  I had underestimated how head over heels I was going to fall for Kate. I knew that I loved her. I had just forgotten what that love felt like. I had forgotten how poisonous it could be. I didn't think that it would be so easy to get her back, and now that I had her, I dreaded what was going to happen when I lost her.

  When I first made my plan, it seemed to make perfect sense. Make her fall back in love with me so that when she got her memory back, she would have all new feelings for me. Feelings that she hopefully couldn't ignore. But now, I wasn't so sure. Now, I felt that maybe I had made things worse.

  There were two things I could do, and I had spent the whole night debating them. The first was to come clean and let her know what I had done. If I did that, telling her everything, then maybe she would forgive me. Maybe she would like me enough to see it in her heart to keep seeing me.

  The second option was to double down on my plan. If I kept on improving on what was already turning into a great relationship, then surely, she would love me even when her memory came back. Maybe it never would come back. If I wasn’t such a coward, I would have told her the truth. But I am a coward. A coward, desperately in love.

  As she lay in bed, still sound asleep, I opted to make her breakfast. Nothing fancy, just bacon, eggs, and toast. But it was the thought that counted, and I hoped that she would see that. I had made a few mistakes as a boyfriend when I dated her the first time, and I was determined to make them up.

  The biggest mistake that I had made was putting the hospital over her. I already admitted this fault last night, and it was something that I was determined to see through. Heck, I was even considering taking some time off so the two of us could go on a vacation, if we lasted that long. But, like I said, I was willing to do anything.

  I had just finished cooking up the eggs when my pager went off again. I grimaced as I felt it vibrate against my thigh. My plan was to check it out, find any way to palm it off, and then join Kate back in bed. But when I saw the message, I knew that I had to get to the hospital straight away.