by Jamie Knight
“Okay, off you go, we've got to clear out, so I don't get in trouble,” Shae said, pushing Cooper gently toward the door where I was waiting.
Resigning ourselves to the waiting room, with its diabolically uncomfortable chairs and three-year-old magazines. I would have laughed about the latter were I not in such a serious mood.
“Do you love her?” Cooper asked out of nowhere.
“Don't you?”
“That's not what I asked.”
“Yes, I do.”
“That's what I figured. I just had to be sure.” He sat back in his chair. “I know that I've been overbearing, and you know why I'm protective of Camilla, but she needs to be free to make her own choices and her own mistakes. I just hope that you don't end up being one of them.”
“Me too, considering I'm planning on asking her to marry me.”
I had no idea where that came from, really. I guess I had been considering it in passing but not really focusing on the idea. But after I said it felt right as soon as I said it. I had never really considered marriage before, but I had never really known anyone else like Camilla either.
“Are you asking my permission?”
“No, consider it fair warning. Asking permission would imply that you own her. I would be happier if you were okay with it, though.”
“I am,” Cooper said, after a few moments of consideration, “I can see how much you love her and know you will take care of her. You'll have no more trouble from me.”
“Okay, she's stable now,” Shae said, now acting in a more official capacity, “you can go back one at a time.”
“You go on,” I said.
“Really?” Cooper asked, sounding surprised.
“Yeah, next of kin and all that.”
Chapter Sixteen - Camilla
I felt pretty terrible. Almost like I'd been hit by a car. I couldn't really move between my neck and my hips. I realized that the freezing must still be doing its work. I had heard about epidurals but never really thought I would ever have one. It was almost as bad as the stories I'd heard. I was just glad that I couldn't remember it being done. Being unconscious and all. Must have saved the anesthesiologist some time and effort.
I heard the door open and forced myself to turn my head, hoping against hope that it would be Aden. It wouldn't be fair to say that I was disappointed to see Cooper, but it would be fair to say that it wasn't what I had been expecting.
“Hey, sis,” Cooper said, nicer than usual. I was immediately suspicious.
“You need to back the hell off and treat me like an adult. I am old enough to make my own decisions and my own mistakes. I'm not in the mood for arguing so like it or lump it,” I said, as sternly as I could manage.
“I know, you're right,” he said.
“I'm what?” I asked, shocked.
“You're right,” he repeated.
“That's what I thought you said.”
“And I meant it, too.”
“Is this some kind of trap? You're not just lulling me into a false sense of security, getting ready to strike are you? Or being nice because I'm in the hospital.”
“Not that I know of. I actually support your relationship with Aden. I can't think of a better guy for you to be with. Though really, you didn't have to be quite so dramatic. I mean, really, throwing yourself in front of a car! A taxi no less.”
“Get the heck out!” I said, laughing as I did so.
“I'll send Aden in,” Cooper said as he headed for the door.
“Aden is here?”
“Of course, he is. Do you really think he would abandon you now?”
“No,” I said, almost defensibly.
I didn't know I had gone to sleep. If anything, I would have expected that the excitement about seeing Aden would have kept me wide awake. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.
When I returned to the waking world, I felt a gentle pressure on my hand. I tried to return the squeeze the actual grasp coming out a lot weaker than I had intended. I felt a second hand stroke my hair in a very familiar way, and I knew that it was Aden there with me.
“I'm sorry,” I said, my voice coming out as a weak whisper.
“Don't worry about it. You've only been out for about twenty minutes.”
“No, I mean for everything. Making you worry and all that.”
“You knew I was worried?”
“I know you, baby,” I said, trying for a smile.
“Yeah, you do.”
“Have you talked to Cooper?”
“Oh yeah. More than we have for the past couple weeks anyway.”
“What did he say?”
“That he's been an overbearing jerk and needs to back off, and has no problem with us getting married. I know we were well past the point of needing the blessing of the family, but it seemed formal, and things would be easier with it than not.”
“Married?” I asked, this being the first I had heard about it.
“Yeah, I was kind of thinking of proposing. I've loved you for years and have grown weary of wasting time not having you in my life. The last two weeks have been as happy as I have ever been, and I want that to continue. I know it seems a bit quick, but we've really known each other for years when you think about it.”
“I love you too. I'll be waiting for that proposal. I promise I'll act surprised.”
The kiss was as spontaneous as it was tender and passionate. He climbed up onto the bed, somehow fitting himself in beside me, and held me gently. We didn't say anything then. Just snuggled in silence, Aden giving me gentle kisses on my face and neck.
“Really?”
We both looked up, seeing Shae in her nurse's uniform, her pink hair tied back in a businesslike bun.
“Shae,” Aden said.
“You are so going to get me in trouble.”
Reluctantly, Aden released me and climbed down off of the bed, and strolled over to the chair as though nothing had happened. And there he sat for the next several hours, Shae leaving us soon after. Even when she was gone, he remained in the chair by the bed. Making no real attempt to join me again.
Shae came back a few hours later with her serious face on. I could tell that she really meant business.
“Visiting hours are over,” she said, sounding every inch the nurse.
“I know,” Aden said bluntly.
“Okay, if you insist,” Shae said, letting it slide.
I couldn't say that I wasn't happy to have him there. He wasn't going to take the risk of cuddling me again, risking the cleanliness of the hospital's nice white sheets, but he was more than happy to hold my hand, which was still very comforting. Time blurring into itself, it being difficult to tell if hours passed or minutes.
The door opened again and in strode a pleasant looking female doctor. She wore a plain, dark pant-suit with a stark white lab coat, a stethoscope around her slender neck. She shot a glance at Aden, but if she had any objections, she didn't voice them, likely assuming that Aden was my husband.
“It looks like the baby is going to be fine,” the doctor said, looking right at me.
Aden was clearly surprised but held his tongue. Honestly, I was happy to have been saved from having to tell him about the baby myself. I was also delighted that it was going to be okay. So much so that I could feel light, wet, salty tears rolling down my cheeks.
“Baby?” Aden asked when the doctor had left.
“Um, yeah, I've been meaning to tell you.”
“Slip your mind?” he asked.
“No, I-I wanted to be sure.”
“Sure of what?”
“Of you.”
“Oh, well, I can understand that,” Aden said, being really understanding. Though I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised, “there's nothing that will keep me away from here from now on. We are going to be a proper family.”
“Including Cooper?” I asked.
“Of course,” he said, letting a small laugh escape his lungs, “he's a nut, but we both love him.”
“Amen to that.”
Epilogue - Camilla
The tension was thick. We had all been called in for a mandatory meeting, including the receptionists and freelancers. It was about a week after the accident as well as the office fisticuffs, and Cooper was worried Ryan might have changed his mind, and he was going to be fired for starting the fight. Aden had Chris on his side, verifying that he had nothing to do with the fight, and if either of them were going to be fired, it would be Cooper. Frankly, I thought the whole thing was water under the bridge, and neither of them were going to be fired.
Before the speculation could go on any further, the door opened, and Ryan and Molly came in standing at the front of the table.
“I won't keep you too long, and don't worry, no one is getting fired.”
As he said this, he looked directly at Cooper, both Aden and I nudging him in the same moment.
“Told ya,” Aden whispered.
“It is good news I suppose, depending on your perspective,” Ryan continued.
“You're going back to New York?” Chris asked.
“Indeed, and I have chosen a manager, and it is Cooper.”
Cooper looked so panicked that I couldn't help but giggle. I've never seen anyone so resistant to getting a promotion.
“But I—”
“It's a done deal,” Ryan said, raising a hand, silencing him.
“I'm happy to follow your lead. It's not like I wanted it anyway,” Aden said.
I was really proud of him for taking it so well. But it was true. He really didn't want to be the manager. It would take to much time away from illustrating and animating, which is what he loved to do. Still though, it was nice to see them getting along again. If anything, they seemed to be getting along better than they had before the fisticuffs. The fact that I was going to be having Aden's baby no doubt helping to bring Coop around.
As icing on the cake, there was an actual cake with icing. Dutch chocolate if the color was anything to go by. We had moved out into the office by then, and Ryan was cutting the cake on the reception desk, which was the only piece of furniture large enough to hold the entire thing, gargantuan as it was.
I was standing by with great anticipation when Aden gently lay a hand on my hip, getting my attention.
“I need to talk to you.”
“Okay.”
I let him guide me over to the edge of the group.
“I know it's not the most romantic setting, but it still feels the right, considering we are surrounded by family and friends.”
Just when I was going to ask what he was on about, Aden got down on one knee, reaching into his pocket, taking out a small black box.
“Will you marry me?” he asked, cutting right to the point.
“Yes!” I said, the tears of joy already beginning to flow.
My exclamation got the attention of the assembled crowd, all of them seeing as Aden put the ring on my finger, a beautiful pink diamond in a white gold setting. With that simple movement, the get together became a going away/engagement party. As we all mingled, I noticed Shae was there, no doubt invited by Aden. She seemed pretty deep in conversation with Chris, and I wondered if there might be some kind of romance going on there. The thought was fleeting, my attentions soon seized by Aden firmly squeezing my ass.
“Would you like to go home?”
Aden drove carefully, as usual, one hand on the wheel, the other in my panties, lovingly massaging my aching pussy, easing my tension in the most wonderful way, still managing to keep his eyes on the road.
As soon as we were out of the car, Aden swooped me up into a bridal carry and carried me up to our apartment. Formerly his apartment. He won the coin toss, and to be fair, I did have fewer things to move.
Laying me out on the bed as he had done before, Aden gently undressed me, starting with my shoes. Getting me down to nothing, Aden started at my feet, which he had recently discovered that I loved, gently sucking my toes before kissing his way up the tops of both of my feet, one by one and then up my legs and along my inner thighs, finally reaching my pussy, continuing with gentle kisses on my outer lips.
Stroking my thighs, he started in with his tongue, running long, loving lips along the length of my pussy lips, the pleasure rushing through me, making my run my hands through his thick hair. He picked up speed a bit, gently spreading my pussy lips with his fingers and working softly on my clit, shooting me into the stratosphere. Pleasure, which only got stronger when he started doing his classic move of hard circular motions right on my clit, working two fingers inside me as he did so. Soon bringing me to an explosive orgasm.
Keeping his fingers inside me, Aden kissed me lovingly, giving me time to recover before continuing. When he was ready, he let me take down his jeans, releasing his hard cock into my custody. Something I took advantage of, stroking his shaft as I sucked hard on the head, doing my best to nurse his cum into my mouth. It didn't take too long, Aden unloading a massive torrent of cum into my mouth. I was ready for it that time and was able to swallow it as it came.
“Good girl,” he said, stroking my cheek.
“Are you going to fuck me, sir?” I asked.
“Yes, but that is a very bad word,” he said.
“Is it naughty, sir?”
“Yes, very naughty,” Aden agreed.
“Do I need a spanking?” I asked, unable to keep the excitement out of my voice.
“Yes, I think you do. Turn over.”
I quickly got onto all fours, nearly trembling with anticipation. Aden tenderly stroked my ass to establish contact before coming in with a short, sharp strike making me yelp with joy. He did this a few more times before relenting to gently kneading the reddened flesh, making me melt with pleasure.
Turning me, so my rear was towards him, he parted my pussy with his hand, reaching around under my hip, and slipped his cock in with little resistance. Getting halfway in, he slowed to a stop, taking me by both hipbones before starting to pump me. Working his cock deftly in my pussy, never getting to the point where it began to hurt, both of us coming together, Aden unleashing his load inside me figure it didn't matter much since I was already pregnant.
I collapsed on the bed panting. As I recovered, Aden opened the drawer. I didn't have to look to know what was coming. He was going full menu. It had been a while since we could do that, both of us being so busy at work getting things ready for a major campaign. I had honestly missed it and was more than willing to indulge him. Anal had hurt a bit the first couple of times but had gotten to the point that I enjoyed it as well.
I flinched a bit a the cold touch of the thoroughly lubed butt plug. Going a bit slower, Aden slipped it in with surprising ease, filling me up with lovely sensations. As had become his custom, while the butt plug stretched me out, Aden lowered his head and licked my pussy again, bringing me to a massive orgasm.
When I was nice and relaxed, my asshole stretched out to the point of fuckable, Aden eased the butt plug out of me, causing a small gasp as it came out. Stroking my back, he pressed his cock against my stretched asshole and pushed gently in. Getting most of the way in before starting to gently fuck me, pumping his beautiful cock in my ass, making me nearly scream with pure pleasure.
Taking hold of my ponytail Aden started pounding me harder until he came, filling my ass with his sweet, warm cum. Easing his cock out of me, he got up on the bed, and we spooned until we started to doze.
Life was perfect, and we were expecting a baby. Nothing could have made me happier. I finally had everything I wanted and was glad that I fought for it the whole time. Persistence really paid off.
THE END
My Fake Fiancé’s Secret Baby
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Chapter One - Shae
I never liked sushi. The very thought of it made me feel a bit ill. Yet there I stood, waiting in the most secretive sushi joint in Las Vegas. A restaurant so exclusive it had a sign in Japanese. Not that this — or the fact it was in a state more than five-hundred miles from the nearest ocean — dissuaded people from showing up in crowds. I was genuinely shocked at how long I was able to hold my breath to not smell the fishy odors.
The things I did for my cousin Aden. He was lucky he was my favorite family member.
Sushi in hand, I stopped in at the best bakery in the west, getting four caramel eclairs. Not for myself, obviously. I had sworn off carbs years ago. These treats were merely a means to an end. Some might call it bribery, but I preferred to think of it as encouragement. Dropping the cargo onto the passenger seat of my car, I made my way downtown to my target.
The security guard at the Sure Thing Graphics building barely looked up as I walked past his desk. There were advantages to being the cousin of the top employee of such a recognizable advertising firm. Only two guards were pulling twelve hours shifts who more or less recognized me on sight. Mainly since I started hanging about so much after I moved back to Vegas, despite my hours at the hospital.
The elevator let out its happy little ding as I stepped off into the small area that was the cubicle farm that made up the tenth floor. I shuddered to think of what might happen in the case of a fire when the elevators were out. Call me grim, but it came with the territory. Working as a nurse, I had seen some pretty serious stuff and was always ready for the worst-case scenario. Drove my friends and family nuts. Thought they were also still all alive at last count, so I called it a win.
