Once Upon A Half-Time: A Sports Romance (Touchdowns and Tiaras Book 3)

by Sosie Frost

  “Fuck me. Thanks.”

  Damn it. “That’s not what I meant. We can either do this together, or we can make an arrangement. I can raise the baby by myself—”

  “Like hell! You’re not going to be alone in this. I’ll be with you, every step of the way.” His voice hardened. “I won’t make the same mistake twice.”

  “Our marriage was kinda sudden and probably a little foolish…” Maybe a lot foolish. “This is a baby. I’m scared, but this feels like it could be a really good thing.”

  “I know.”

  “I didn’t have a family growing up—I had a prison. Now it’s my chance to experience what you have with your mom and Bast. I’m going to give this baby a beautiful, loving home.”

  “Absolutely.”

  “And I bet, if we do this together…we could raise a pretty awesome kid.”

  “I know.”

  His voice strained. He looked away. Scared? Probably. Hell, I was terrified. At least I had nine months to get over the shock.

  Well. Eight months now.

  “Lachlan, I’ve seen you with Sebastian. You’re a natural with kids.”

  “Elle—”

  “I know we can do this. We can handle it. If we’ve managed the marriage so far, and we’ve gotten so…close. I’ve been feeling…a lot of things for you. And maybe it’s time—”

  “Wait. I should tell you something.”

  I shook my head. If I didn’t say it now, I wouldn’t say it at all. “You are a wonderful man. A little crazy sometimes. And maybe you should come with a shock collar. But it’s all part of your charm.”

  “Red…”

  “I hadn’t planned on starting a family yet, but now when I close my eyes, you’re the only man I can imagine in my life. It’s scary. It’s fast. It’s absolutely insane. But I know you’re going to make a great father—”

  “I am a father, Elle.”

  “Oh, I didn’t mean to imply…the baby’s not born, but of course you’re a father.”

  “Elle, listen to me.” Lachlan’s voice lowered. I’d never heard him so serious before. “I am a father. I already have a child.”

  I pulled my hands away. “What are you talking about?”

  “I kept it secret, even from you. No one knows.”

  “Knows what?”

  “Sebastian is my son.”

  19

  Lachlan

  My secret was supposed to shock her. Instead I got the gut-punch.

  It crushed my chest just like it had in high school, when Victoria twisted the knife and revealed that she was pregnant. But the panic never went away. Once he was born, it twisted into a different fear—an all-consuming, terrifying love that blended devotion and protectiveness and anxiety.

  How was I supposed to care for a child?

  My world changed after he was born. I held him in the hospital—a little four and a half-pound sack of nothing—and I felt like the tiny one. When I sang to him during his months of colic, I was the one in pain as he cried. When he spoke my name for the first time—a little squeak of Lockin!—the amazement stole my own words.

  Every day with him scared the ever-loving fuck out of me, but I wasn’t upset because I had a son.

  I feared how quickly he was growing up.

  But he didn’t know it.

  No one did.

  Except for Elle.

  She hadn’t moved. I pulled my phone from my pocket and snapped my own damn picture of her surprise. Elle stared at me like I was insane.

  “Fair is fair, Red,” I said.

  “Lachlan.” She wasn’t mad, but she tried to piece together a puzzle she wouldn’t understand. “He’s your son? But you would have been…”

  “I was sixteen when I got my high school girlfriend pregnant.”

  “I had…no idea. Does Sebastian—”

  “No one knows. Only my mom and my ex’s parents.”

  That surprised her more. “Are you going to tell him?”

  “He’s five. His biggest concern in life is putting his shoes on the right feet. I’m not going to fuck with his head like that.”

  “Will you…ever tell him?”

  I hadn’t had to face that reality yet. “I don’t know.”

  “Do you want to tell him?”

  “Christ, Elle.” I rubbed my head. “I don’t know. I don’t want to do any sort of psychological damage to the kid. Not to mention all the explanations I’d have to give, how confused he’d be. He’d have to know…”

  What had happened before he was born.

  Why his mother wasn’t around.

  Why I’d never let her near him again.

  I lowered my gaze. “Victoria was the head cheerleader. Popular girl. We’d dated for a year, and I got her pregnant. But she didn’t tell anyone. Didn’t go to the doctor.” My voice hardened. “Didn’t stop partying on the weekends. No one knew, including me.”

  “She must have been scared.”

  “Only because her cheerleading uniform couldn’t fit anymore.”

  Christ. I was supposed to be zip-lining, paintballing, and fucking the hell out of my wife. The last thing I’d expected was to relive these memories.

  But Victoria had left another half-dozen messages on my phone. I’d have to face her again, if only so I didn’t lose my shit if she got too close to Sebastian.

  I released a ragged breath. “Everyone knew I was bound for the pros, even at sixteen. My mom had done everything she could to help me. She took second jobs to pay for trainers and saved every penny to get new equipment, to let me travel on an all-star team, to find good doctors if I was injured. She sacrificed so much for this…but then I had to tell her I got a girl pregnant.” My mouth dried. I hated remembering it. “I told her, and it nearly broke her heart. The look she gave me…”

  Elle took my hand. “Lachlan…”

  “The night I told my mom, Victoria panicked. She was seven months in, and finally beginning to show. She ended up in the hospital after she tried to terminate the pregnancy at home.”

  “Oh my God.”

  “We’re just fucking lucky nothing happened to Bast. She nearly killed him and herself…and she said she did it because she was getting fat.” The word stung. “We learned later she was intentionally starving herself to stay slim. Made her sick. I get she was young and scared…” I shook my head. “But I can’t forgive her for trying to hurt him. I won’t.”

  “But she had the baby,” Elle said.

  Because she was under doctor supervision. “Her parents wanted to put him up for adoption.”

  “And you?”

  “I wanted him. He was mine. I was a fucked-up kid then, some hot-shot asshole jock, but I knew right from wrong. I told her I’d take him, and Victoria said fine. She wanted nothing to do with him. Ever. Terminated her rights. She gave birth, and I cut her out of our lives.”

  “So you had a baby in high school?” Elle asked.

  The shame burned me. “I tried, but I was an idiot kid with too many opportunities. College coaches came to watch me play—promising full-rides to any college I wanted. I was seventeen, and NFL scouts were telling me I’d go pro after college. That I had potential. I was gifted.”

  “You are.”

  Yeah, right. “My mom stopped me. I was prepared to drop out of school, get a job, take care of him. But she knew best. I wouldn’t have been a good father then.”

  Elle stared at me, amazed. “You’d have walked away from football?”

  “Yeah, and we would have had a shit life with no money, no chances, no opportunities to show for it. Mom fought with me on the day he was born. She said I could do more for him if I stayed in school, went to college, and played football. I’d make it into the pros like we’d planned, and then I’d be able to provide for him. Food, clothing, shelter, education. Everything millions of dollars could buy.”

  Elle understood, nodded without any judgement. “Your mother adopted him?”

  “Yeah. Raised him as her own. We hid the truth fro
m everyone—friends, family. I transferred high-schools. She switched jobs and pretended Bast was her son. No one knew. No one asked any questions. We kept it secret so no college would think twice about offering me a scholarship.”

  And there it was.

  The truth.

  Was it horrible or just heart-breaking?

  Elle went quiet, thinking, watching me as I breathed hard and ragged.

  Her voice was a sweetness that might have convinced me everything would be okay. “I think you did the right thing. He’s a great kid. He’s happy and healthy, and you can do so much for him now.”

  “He doesn’t have a father.”

  “But he has an amazing big brother.”

  That wasn’t enough. “It’s not the same. I grew up without a father. It sucked. Never knowing how to act, how to treat people, when to put on a fucking condom. My mom raised me well, but I gotta show Bast how to be a good man.”

  “And you will.”

  “My mother sacrificed everything for us. Bast’s life is fucked up because of me.” I held her stare. “I don’t have a choice now, Red. I have to make this work. For them. I can’t blow this chance.”

  If I hadn’t ruined it already.

  And it felt like the end was near.

  I took her hand, kissing the fingers.

  “And now you’re pregnant.” Heavy fucking words. “Another woman having my baby. Christ, I must have some sort of superpower.”

  Elle smiled. “You do make the earth move for me.”

  “At least I don’t have super speed.”

  I didn’t deserve her laugh or her kiss. I took it anyway.

  “Elle, I’m won’t make the same mistakes I made with Bast. I’ll be here for you. I’m not strong enough to walk away this time. I won’t survive those minutes and hours and days and years watching him grow up without me.”

  “We can do it together,” she said.

  “You will never be alone.” My vow to her. “I won’t fuck this up. Not while you and Mom and Bast and the baby need me. I’m going to give you the life you deserve.”

  Elle folded her fingers in mine. “You’re not alone either. We’re married…we’re kinda family already.”

  And it would stay that way.

  “I’m gonna fix this,” I said. “Change how I’m playing and step up my game. Every fucking penny I earn will belong to you guys. It’s yours. I just need to know that I can take care of you.”

  Elle edged close, and I welcomed her into my lap.

  “I don’t want your money, Lachlan.” She brushed my cheek with the back of her fingers. “I want the baby to know you the way I do. I want him to see his father’s smile and hear his laugh. I want him to know how…” Her voice trembled. “How wonderful his father is.”

  Her eyes watered. She blinked before a tear escaped.

  No.

  I wasn’t letting her get upset. She’d revealed enough to me. I wasn’t hearing another word, not even that beautiful whisper.

  I was the one who needed to prove myself to her.

  I buried my hands in her hair, stealing a kiss I hadn’t earned. She returned the sensual nibble. Her hips rocked, slow. Not deliberately. Instinctually.

  I hated myself for hardening, but the graze of her lips was a gift. I’d be damned if I ever missed an opportunity to demonstrate how amazing she was.

  How much I loved her.

  This feisty, sassy, amazingly quirky woman let me into her life when I had no right to her heart. And now she carried my baby.

  If she gave me the chance, I’d offer her the greatest life she could imagine. I just had to convince her that I was worth her touch, her kiss, her love.

  Maybe I tripped over words when I should have been solemn, and I teased when she wanted my honesty, but I was damn good at proving my feelings when words stripped away like clothes.

  I kissed her neck, the soft hollow that turned her words into mews. My cock throbbed as she breathed my name.

  “I’m glad I told you about the baby,” she whispered.

  The feeling was mutual. I nipped her throat, not hard, just tasting her. Holding her. Realizing how damn close I was to making her mine forever.

  “I knew something was different,” I said. “You looked more beautiful than ever.”

  “You’re so full of it.”

  “I’m serious. You felt softer…” I kissed the sensitive little hollow between her neck and shoulders. “Your tits are…just awesome.” The shirt fell away, and I stared at her bra, overflowing with her plump curves. “You were also really sick, and I should have put two and two together.”

  “I don’t feel so bad right now.”

  “No?” I smirked. “Feeling good?”

  “I could feel better.”

  “I guarantee you will.”

  Elle squealed as I stood. She wrapped her legs over my waist, and my wife knew how to drive me fucking wild. Her nails dug in, her kisses grew hot, and she giggled as I carried her to her bed.

  She squirmed against the ocean-blue bedspread. The light stayed low, cast only from a second bubbling fish tank—soft and soothing. The water reflected onto the bed, and Elle stared at me, wide-eyed and waiting, like my own little ocean siren.

  Would she get pissed if I tore through her jeans? I peeled the denim from her hips and kissed every inch of her revealed skin. She coo’ed as I licked a path up, over her belly, across her chest, back to her lips.

  God those legs.

  She wrapped me up and snuggled me in. Perfect.

  Elle had no idea how much she meant to me. I hadn’t taken the time to tell her either. That changed now.

  I kissed a line of promises along her hazelnut arms, to her elbow, her delicate wrist, each of her fingers. She smiled as I tugged her bra strap down with my teeth.

  “Why aren’t you freaking out about this?” she asked.

  I stared at my beautiful, panting woman, waiting for me to savor every inch of her. My cock strained hard against my jeans. I took her hand and placed it over the bulge.

  “Does this feel like a freak-out, Red?”

  “You’re not afraid?

  “I’m fucking terrified.” I grinned. “But the only thing that could make you more beautiful is if you were carrying my child.”

  My baby—growing inside of her. Safe. Warm. Protected.

  Loved.

  I pulled her bra away, and I lost myself within the satin smooth skin of her breasts. She had swelled, but her dark, tightening nipple distracted me more. I seized one, popping it into my mouth with a slurp loud enough to make Elle giggle. She shivered. I did it again. She tasted more delicious than ever. My treat.

  Her groan excited me, as sweet as music. If only she knew her pleasure was my pleasure. By the time we were done, I’d overwhelm her with every delight I could tease from her most sensitive areas.

  Twice.

  Three times.

  Hell, I’d never let her go again.

  I suckled on her breasts and nipped the dark curves. But my attention focused lower, a place softer, wetter, and far more dangerous to both of our inhibitions.

  My kisses slowed over her tummy. I teased her with a lick to her navel, but I paused where she carried our baby. I kissed. She ran her hands through my hair.

  “We can handle this, right?” she whispered.

  It’d be the last time she worried about anything so silly.

  I grinned. “Believe me, Red. You’re gonna be pampered. You’re gonna be spoiled. You’re gonna be so tired of having your legs in the air, you’ll beg for me to back off.” I winked. “And I won’t.”

  “Kinda ruined our third date though.”

  I kissed again, heading lower, untangling her panties and spreading her legs wide.

  “It’s not ruined at all…” I laughed. “Definitely got my adrenaline surging.”

  “No rush beats a pregnancy.”

  “I haven’t found one yet…” I leaned close, dragging my tongue along her trembling slit, already slick with
desire. “And I couldn’t imagine a better date.”

  “You knew it’d end with my panties off.”

  “End?” I settled onto my elbows. “Red, this is just the start. We’ve got all day and night to go…”

  “And you want to spend it in bed?”

  “Tie a napkin around my neck. I’m eating my breakfast, lunch, and dinner right here.”

  Elle must have loved my confidence. She relaxed for me, opened her legs wider, groaned my name as I sunk upon her most sensitive secret as if I’d never get to touch her again.

  She trusted me with her body, her secret, the baby, everything. It was as amazing as it was terrifying. For as perfect and beautiful as this blessing was…it was a second chance. My last chance.

  Life wasn’t kind enough to give me a third.

  I had to do better. Work harder. And I’d do it for her and the baby and Bast.

  Because I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I let them down. If I kept letting them down.

  If I failed.

  I feasted upon her pussy without any teasing pretense or hesitation. Why was it so easy to prove my feelings when buried between her legs? Every lick, nibble, and kiss enthralled her. She wetted for me, slick and creamy with desire. Elle gripped the comforter, twisting in the blankets as my tongue slipped in her petals and flicked along that sensitive nub.

  She liked it quick. Intense. No little light brushes or delicate kisses. And that was fine. I didn’t have a feather touch. I sucked. I devoured. I buried my lips in her slit and suckled against her puffy clit until Elle bucked her hips, sweated, cried out my name. Her body tensed and ached.

  So easy to come.

  So willing.

  I had planned to do it nice and easy, but fuck it. I didn’t need flowers and candy to show I loved her. Elle would learn it from sloppy, grunted slurps and the broad stroke of my tongue spreading her wide.

  She cried out, coming so hard that the squeeze of her thighs around my head deafened me to everything but my own ragged breath and pounding heartbeat.

  “Lachlan!” She fell limp, exposing herself, her body, her perfect, quivering slit. “I—”

  She couldn’t finish.

  I had no idea if it was a declaration of her feelings or just the amazement of having the greatest and sloppiest orgasm of her life.