by Chloe Morgan
His eyes settled onto mine as he stood up onto his feet.
“Fuck off,” I growled.
18
Chase
“All right, Chase. It’s time to talk to your mother.”
I looked up and watched as she sat down beside me.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“That’s what we were going to ask you,” my father said as he sat down in front of me.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“You’ve been moping around here all weekend. We expected to see Serenity, but we haven’t. What’s going on?” my mother asked.
No use in lying to them about anything.
“I found out Friday that Serenity’s pregnant,” I said.
“Pregnant?” my father asked.
“With…?” my mother asked.
“Yes. With my child,” I said.
I was shocked when my parents rejoiced. I was stunned when my mother threw her arms around me and my father clapped his hands with a smile on his face. I wasn’t sure why they were rejoicing. It wasn’t as if Serenity wanted to tell me about it.
“Oh my gosh. I love Serenity. She’s always been part of this family,” my mother said.
“And now, she really is,” my father said, grinning.
“This family could use a little breath of fresh air. And children are always good for that,” my mother said.
“Why are you not happy about this, son?” my father asked.
“Because Serenity’s been avoiding me. She didn’t even want to tell me. Her brother told me about it after she refused to,” I said.
“Well, yeah,” my mother said.
I shot her a look. “What does that mean?”
“Chase, a child changes everything. Your mother didn’t tell me she was pregnant with you for almost a month,” my father said.
“What?” I asked.
My mother giggled. “Oh, yes. It took me a lot of time to process. And you were planned. Imagine her shock since this obviously isn’t!”
“You can’t be mad at a shocked woman who’s trying to figure things out for herself. Your body isn’t the one that’s going to change during this pregnancy,” my father said.
“You’re also not the one struggling to find a job, too,” my father said.
I felt like an asshole. I hadn’t even considered any of that. Serenity had always been a planner. Someone who had her life laid out on a list before she attempted to pursue it.
I felt like a dick for not calling her all weekend.
“Well, if she wants to raise a child with me, we can’t do it here,” I said.
“We wouldn’t expect you to,” my mother said.
“I got approved for a townhome not too far from here a few days ago,” I said.
My father put his hand on my knee. “Chase, that’s great. It’s about time you got your own place.”
“I hope you have two bedrooms,” my mother said, grinning.
“Three, actually,” I said.
“When are you moving in?” my mother asked.
“Maybe the question should be, when are you going to call her?” my father asked.
Without answering, I stood from the couch and made my way into the hallway. I dialed Serenity’s number, hoping beyond all hope that she’d pick up. I looked back at my parents, and I watched my father sit next to my mother, wrap her up in his arms, and pull her close and revel in the good news. And it really was good news.
If Serenity and I could get past this hump.
“Chase?”
“He—hey there,” I said.
My parents snapped their heads up and smiled at me.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“Yes. No. Kind of. Are you free to go on a drive with me?” I asked.
“I don’t have a job. I’m free anytime,” she said flatly.
“You don’t have to worry about that right now, okay?”
The phone call fell silent as I walked down the hallway, away from my parents’ prying eyes.
“Chase, I—”
“Just a drive. That’s it,” I said.
“Yeah. I think we need to talk anyway,” she said.
“I’ll come pick you up.” Another beat of silence.
“Sure. I’ll be on the porch,” she said.
The apprehension was prevalent, the tension thick. As I picked her up, I noticed she smashed herself against the door. We drove in silence for a while. I knew where I wanted to take her, how I wanted to approach this conversation. I let us ride in silence. I let her gather her thoughts. I pulled into the gated community of Edgewood Apartments and parked at the front office, then came out with the keys in my pocket.
“What are we doing?” Serenity asked.
“Just hang on,” I said.
I pulled into the part of the neighborhood that had the townhomes. I walked around and offered Serenity my hand, and was shocked when she took it. I ushered her to the front porch. I pulled the keys out and let us into the unit. I walked her into the middle of the empty carpeted living room, allowing her eyes to wander the freshly painted walls.
“What are we doing here?” she asked.
“I got this for us,” I said.
“What?”
Her eyes whipped over to mine as I drew in a deep breath.
“I got this for us. Well, for me. To have a place where we could be alone without having to sneak around. But now, with everything that’s happened, I want you to move in,” I said.
“What?” she whispered.
“I got this place before I figured out you were pregnant. I actually got the phone call that I’d been approved for the townhome after I showed up on your porch a few days ago.”
“Are you serious?”
“As a heart attack, Serenity. It’s got three bedrooms. Two full baths. A stocked kitchen. A little fenced-in backyard area. It’s a great starter place. And the rent is to die for. Plenty of space for you, me, and the baby,” I said.
My eyes fell to her stomach as she wrapped her arms around it.
“You… want to do this with me?” she asked.
“Was there ever a question about that?” I asked.
She looked at me with hesitant eyes, and I strode toward her. I hugged her close, pulling her into me as she fisted my shirt. She held me close. She cried into my chest. I kissed the top of her head as I stroked my fingers through her hair.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I whispered.
“I’m so sorry,” she breathed.
“I’ll be here for you every step of the way. My job pays well. You won’t need one right off the bat. I can get you added to my insurance. We’ll find the best doctors. You won’t be alone in this, Serenity. I promise you.”
“You want me to move in?”
I tilted her head up to see me with my finger, my eyes dancing between hers.
“Without a shadow of a doubt,” I said.
“I love you, Chase. And I’m so sorry for all this,” she breathed.
“I love you too, Serenity. And the only thing that matters to me is where we go from here.”
19
Serenity
Chase’s eyes drew me in. The sincerity behind them. The truth they were filled with. I pressed up onto my tiptoes and touched my lips to his. And it was all the reassurance we both needed. We sank to the carpeted floor of that living room. My hands traveled his chiseled form, ridding him of his clothes. Our townhome. This was our townhome. A place where we’d create the life I had dreamed of as a giggly teenager. He kissed my breasts and lapped at my nipples. He slowly eased my clothes off my body before his lips settled onto my stomach. He kissed my belly button, nuzzled his nose against my skin.
“I love you already, little one,” he whispered.
And tears crested my eyes.
He fell between my legs and lapped me up. Swirled his tongue along my clit as my legs slipped over his shoulders. He pinned me down, devouring me as I cried out into our new place. My voice echoed off the wal
ls as juices dripped down my ass crack. My toes curled. His tongue flicked the tip of my swollen nub as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I reached down for his hair. I fisted it and pulled him closer. Despite his strong hands pinning me to the carpet, I managed to buck against his face.
Until my body fell over the edge.
“Chase—yes—oh… fu—”
My back arched with my orgasm, but his tongue didn’t let up. Instead, he slipped a finger into my drenched pussy and crooked it. My eyes flew open. His tongue flattened against my clit, prolonging my pleasure as he slipped another one of his thick fingers inside my body. He released my hips, and I bucked ravenously against him, chasing my pleasure up that hill as he coaxed me to it.
“Give it to me, Serenity. Come on my face.”
I dug my heels into his back and rose my hips off the floor. He drank me down, swallowing every drop of come I had for him as my pleasure blinded me. My second orgasm ripped through my body, pulsing my gut and flooding the marrow of my bones with fire. I collapsed to the carpet, heaving for air as my eyes slowly fluttered open.
Then, Chase appeared in my vision.
His cock slipped effortlessly into my body. He planted himself onto his forearms, his eyes never leaving mine. We rocked together. We lost ourselves in each other. I kissed him repeatedly, licking my essence off his skin. My arms wrapped around his neck. I dug my nails into his back. I rolled him over, planting my hands into his chest as I rode his throbbing dick.
He rolled me over again, slipping my leg over his shoulder.
“I love you,” he grunted.
“I love you, Chase.”
“So perfect for me. Always have been.”
“Come with me, Chase. Make me yours,” I whispered.
He pounded into me until our worlds crashed together. He fell against my body, kissing me as his cock filled me to the brim. My pussy pulsed around him, milking his dick for all he had as we trembled and moaned in sync with one another. My heart stopped. My soul ignited. I clung to his body as threads of come filled my fluttering pussy. Our kisses slowed. Our bodies collapsed into the carpet. Chase slid from between my legs, then pulled me close to him and held me as we lay there. Naked.
Panting in the emptiness of our living room.
“When do you move in?” I asked.
“Whenever you do,” he said.
“So, as soon as possible? Because let me tell you, I’m already tired of living with my parents.”
Chase chuckled. “Whatever you want.”
“I want a girl,” I said.
He kissed the top of my head. “Well, I kind of want a boy.”
“Will you be disappointed, then? If it’s a girl?”
He tilted my face up to meet his before capturing my lips.
“Never,” he murmured.
“I think sea creatures for a boy would be cute. You know, for the nursery.”
He stroked his thumb along my cheek as our eyes connected.
“And fluffy zoo animals for a girl?” he asked.
I giggled and rested my head against his chest, feeling his heart beating against my ear.
“Sounds good to me,” I said.
Epilogue
Chase
Nine Months Later
“Where’s my grandson?” my mother asked.
“In the nursery with Uncle Shawn. He wanted to put Tyler down for a nap this time,” Serenity said.
I watched the mother of my child and my own mother embrace tightly.
“You look good, Ma,” Serenity said.
“I feel good today,” my mother said.
“I got toys!” my father exclaimed.
“We do, too!” Serenity’s parents said as they stepped up onto the porch.
“See, this is why the second biggest room is Tyler’s nursery,” I said.
“Oh, he’s our first grandchild. On both sides. Let us spoil the boy,” my mother said.
“Are you going to deal with the tantrums?” Serenity asked.
“No. That’s also the perk that comes with being a grandmother,” my mother said, grinning.
All of us shared a laugh before I helped everyone get everything upstairs. And when I came around the corner, I saw my best friend cradling my sleeping son in his arms. I put my finger to my lips and got everyone to quiet down, and then I walked into the room and put my hand on his shoulder.
“I can take it from here,” I whispered.
“See-See downstairs?” Shawn asked.
“Yep. She’s in the kitchen making dinner,” I said.
Shawn passed my son off to me. “I owe you an apology.”
I cradled my son close. “You owe your sister an apology more.”
“I’m just saying that I should have been more supportive. I was an ass. An absolute ass. And I’m sorry.”
“Now, go tell that to Serenity. She’s the one still crying over it,” I said.
“I’m glad you two are happy. And I want to support you guys, no matter what.”
“You just want to be the cool uncle,” I said, grinning.
“I’d like to be part of Tyler’s life, yes.”
“Then, I have something I want to run by you,” I said.
“Anything,” Shawn said.
“How would you feel about me marrying your sister?” I asked.
“Shawn? You up here?” Serenity asked.
I locked eyes with my best friend before Shawn nodded his head. I smiled at him, and he smiled back, and then I turned toward two sets of very shocked parents. I smiled at my mother and winked at Serenity’s father, who I’d already talked to about this. I passed Tyler off to Serenity’s mother, and just as the mother of my child came around the corner, I got down onto one knee.
“Chase?” Serenity asked.
I pulled out the ring I’d been carrying around for the last month of her pregnancy and held it up in the air.
“Chase,” she whispered.
“Ever since the first time I kissed you, I knew you were the one for me. And when you went off to college, I couldn’t stomach the idea of having a relationship with anyone else. I know it’s been a whirlwind. And I know we just had our son. But Serenity? I love you. More than life itself. Will you do me the great honor of becoming my wife?”
Tyler cooed out in his grandmother’s arms, and it caused Serenity to giggle. Guessed my baby boy wasn’t asleep any longer. Tears crested her eyes as she nodded, and everyone rejoiced. I rushed up from the floor, and she ran into my arms. Four days ago she had given birth to our son, and now she was to become my wife. I wrapped her up and held her close, kissing her head and her cheeks. She looked up at me and cupped my cheek, then brought her lips to mine.
“I love you so much,” she whispered.
“I’ll love you until the day I die, Serenity,” I murmured.
Then, I slipped the ring onto her finger and gazed into the eyes of my entire world. A woman who had captured me almost seven years ago and held me in the palm of her hand.
“I suppose this isn’t a good time, then,” my mother said.
All of us looked up at her.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I don’t want to ruin the moment,” she said.
“What is it, Ma? Are you okay?” Serenity asked.
My mother smiled, and I threw my hands up into the air.
“You did it!” I exclaimed.
“I got the call this morning. I’m officially in remission,” my mother said.
I picked Serenity up and swung her around. I barreled over to my parents and wrapped everyone up in a hug. Tyler cooed. Shawn patted my back. I kissed my mother’s forehead as we all came in for a family hug. Perfection. I was holding perfection in my wingspan.
Life really did have a way of working itself out.
My Little Secret
Copyright © 2018 by Chloe Morgan.
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