The Unexpected Series (Unexpected #1-3) (16 page)

“Walker. Jack,” his mother says, trying to cool the situation down. “Let’s just calm down.”

“I won’t calm down, Mother. He needs to apologize to her.” Walker’s standoff with his father doesn’t falter but in the end he loses. His dad stands up and stalks out of the room, leaving us all in an awkward silence.

“Erin, I will apologize for my husband. He doesn’t take to these things as well as I do.” Her sea green eyes look to me for forgiveness.

“It’s okay, Mrs. Prescott. I understand his concern. I hope you know that I am one hundred percent certain this little one is Walker’s.” My hands touch my belly protectively as I watch Walker stride out of the room.

She places her palm on top of mine and with an unshed tear in her eye she says, “I hope once he realizes his over reaction that you will be able to forgive him.”

“There isn’t anything to forgive...at least on my end.” I watch the empty doorway Walker exited through and follow him.

The front door is open, but Walker is nowhere in sight. I hear heated words coming from the open garage across the yard. Curiosity gets the better of me and I tiptoe towards what can only be Walker and his father.

“...and she is priority in my life now, Dad. You have no right to question her.” Walker’s raised voice echoes out from the open side door.

“Son, I’m looking out for you. Don’t you think I have your best interest at heart? I don’t want some girl you barely know stringing you along like Tiffany did.” His father’s tone intensifies.

Walker loudly sighs. “She is NOTHING like her. Erin is kind and sweet and she would never lie to me.”

“Maybe ask for a DNA test, Walker. That’s all.” His voice lowers.

“A DNA test, Dad?” Walker yells. “Are you kidding me? Next you’ll ask me to get her to sign a pre-nup.”

“That would be wise but I hope you don’t plan on asking her to marry you anytime soon.”

“Actually I do. I’m in love with her and when that beautiful woman gives birth I hope for her and my child to have the Prescott name.”

I run. Far. I know we’re falling for each other. Two weeks is too soon to love someone. Isn’t it?

~~

A
n hour later, Walker finds me resting in our bedroom, laying flat on the bed gazing out of the window towards Lake Michigan. I’ve only seen it from the Illinois side and it’s seems calmer on the east side of it. He doesn’t say a word to me.

The bed dips beside me and warm arms lay across my lower belly. His fingers tease my skin just above the waistband of my shorts. We lay there for what seems like hours but are probably only just a few short minutes. I relish in his touch. It feels amazing across my skin. Goose bumps poke out of my flesh and escalate when light kisses glide over my exposed neck. His words repeat over and over in my head. I’m in love with her. I’m in love with her.

His pinky breaks the blockade of my waistband, lightly brushing back and forth. “Walker,” I protest. As much as yesterday’s school day foreplay has me ready to mount him, I still feel terrible. “We need to talk.”

“Shh. Baby. Not now. I just need to touch you. Let me touch you,” he pleads. Something he doesn’t normally do.

I give in, letting him push my shorts down and give me release underneath his skilled fingers. Unlike last night, this time it feels gentler, and I quietly call out his name. Exhausted from the sleepless night and the orgasm he has given me, I try to muster the strength to return the favor. Despite Walker telling me it was all for me, he relents and I take off all his clothes. Placing my mouth on him, I drag my tongue down the bottom of his shaft dragging my fingernails over his thighs. His hands grip me at the nape of my neck and a deep moan escapes from the back of his throat.

“Baby, that feels amazing. So warm.” He compliments me and I can feel he is getting harder and his balls tightening. I know he is close. I’m overcome with possession for him. I want to own him as much as he owns me. I take him deeper, hitting the back of my throat.

“Dammit. You are going to make me come too fast. I want to enjoy this.”

I move faster, needier, circling his balls between my fingers. He’s losing control. His hold on my hair is aggressive, his hips move as though he is fucking my mouth. It’s hot, and I want him to spill into me.

“Fuck!” He yells a little too loudly and comes into my mouth. Hot liquid slides down my throat.

Pulling away, I wipe the little bit that has overflowed and is running down my chin. He quickly grabs me slamming our mouths together not caring that I taste of his seed.

“That was hot, Erin. I’ve never had a girl swallow for me before.” His thumb rubs along my lip.

“Well, maybe it’s because I’m not a girl. I take it like a woman!” I joke, jumping up to straddle his lap.

“Have I told you how amazing you are?” He pulls on a loose strand of hair.

“Not today. You’re slacking.” I rub myself on his semi-erect penis. Even though he just got me off, knowing I just made him come undone has me wanting more. I’m insatiable.

“If you’ll let me, baby, I plan to tell you every single day for the rest of our lives.”

T
he school week flies by and before I know it it’s Friday and Walker stalks into my room with an avocado in his hand and places it on my desk.

“What’s this?” I pick it up turning it back and forth thinking of the guacamole I could make with it. I’m always hungry. “You want Mexican after our appointment today?”

He laughs taking it from my hand. “No. You are sixteen weeks today and according to the baby book our little guy is the size of an avocado. Such a big change from the apple last week, and look, it’s green!”

“Do you plan on doing this every week now?” I chuckle at his green comment.

“I do.” He tosses it up in the air; catching it and placing it back down on my desk. “I can’t wait until I have to go buy a watermelon. I adore you, Erin. Have a good day.”

In a flash he is out of my classroom. After the blow up with his father, Walker and I didn’t stay much past Sunday. The tension was too high between his dad and him and instead of relaxing like he wanted to, the friction drove us away. Aside from a quick shopping trip with his mother, we spent the days avoiding his dad. I expressed how upset I was that Walker and his father were currently on bad terms. Having lost my own father, I’m constantly reminded that you just don’t know when they will be gone. I was happy that my last words to my dad were “I love you” but I couldn’t imagine if we had been fighting.

He assured me that eventually it would be fine between the two of them, but I still couldn’t help feeling like it was something that needed to be fixed immediately. Although, maybe if he would have broken the news to them a little lighter, then the reaction wouldn’t have been so strong.

I also confessed that I eavesdropped on his conversation in the garage with Jack. On the drive back to Illinois I asked him about Tiffany. Jealously tore through me when he confessed she was his high school and college girlfriend. They dated for six years before she found out she was pregnant. He went through half the pregnancy before she confessed it was someone else’s and she had been unfaithful for the previous two years. He was also the victim of a long term relationship that ended in infidelity. After he told me how she had lied to him, it reinforced how much he must trust me. If he could believe me, a woman he didn’t know, that the child was his, then why couldn’t I trust him just as much? I was getting there. I realized what I had and wanted to keep it.

He had said he was in love with me to his father, but guaranteed me that he wouldn’t say the words to me until I was ready. So, in place of love he used “adore.” Every chance he got he told me he “adored” me and every time he said it, I “adored” him a little bit more, to the point that I had fallen so hard I smacked onto the floor. I love him and I hope that soon he will tell me, so I can confess how much he has seeped into my skin. I feel him everywhere I go. If he isn’t with me I wish he was. If he is right next to me, I try to find a reason to get closer. I love Walker.

~~

D
r. Gale’s office wasn’t as intimidating this time with Walker by my side. I am nervous for him to be here but thrilled that he is going to get to hear the heartbeat. I had heard it at my twelve week appointment and was ecstatic to learn that baby was happy and healthy. I couldn’t wait to see his face the first time he experienced it.

The nurses look at you different when you have sexy man meat walk around with you. They didn’t stand a chance though. He was still in his work clothes. A light and dark blue striped button up shirt spread across his chest showing every damn muscle. Casual Friday graced me with his ass hugging jeans that clung to him in a mouth watering way. I may have been a little more affectionate around the office than I would normally have been. Walker noticed, commenting that I should just pee on him and mark my territory, but that his hand permanently attached to my belly should be enough. Tiffany had never let him go to an appointment with what he thought was his baby and he was overly excited.

After I change and Walker takes the spot next to me, the nurse comes in with her magic heart beat wand, squeezing freezing gel over my belly and searching for a heartbeat. No sound came and after repeated searching she excuses herself and leaves the room.

“What’s her problem?” He asks dumbfounded. Looking over at me he notices my body going rigid and tears threatening. “What’s the matter, baby? What did I miss?”

“I don’t think she could hear the heartbeat, Walker. Something is wrong. I can feel it.” My hand squeezes his, looking for reassurance that I don’t think he can give me.

I’ve been through this before. This time I have someone to comfort me, last time I was alone. A heartbeat wasn’t found and a life was lost. That was a dark time in my life. I wanted that baby so much, and to think that I could lose this one too scares the shit out of me.

Thoughts run through my head about infertility. What if I can’t carry children to term? My mother had a miscarriage between each child she had. One for me is frightening, but two is downright petrifying. Can I give Walker the four children he wants? I didn’t recognize until this moment that I want to give them to him.

“Let’s just wait and see. Let’s not worry about something until they tell us to, okay?” His hand glides over mine trying to calm my nerves. It’s not working.

Dr. Gale comes into the room and greets Walker and me, informing us that the nurse couldn’t find the heartbeat, stating that they were going to get the external ultrasound machine out and check to see if everything is okay.

The whooshing of the machine gives little comfort. I can hear my erratic heart, beating in my ears. The black and white picture comes up on the monitor and Dr. Gale runs the transducer all around until after an hour, or just a really grueling minute, he reaches his target.

“There you are!” He exclaims. “You gave us a scare. See that?” He points to that familiar flickering on the screen. “That’s the heartbeat. That monitor must be old. I’m sorry to have scared you.”

My stomach drops with relief. It’s amazing how a bleep on a screen can determine your life. This baby is my life and Walker is my life.

“We need to schedule you for a proper ultrasound for twenty weeks but I can tell you right now the sex of the baby if you want to know.” He pulls me from my deep thoughts of love and life.

“Yes!” We both yell out making the doctor jump.

“Well, okay. Let’s see if we can get a good picture for you to put in a nice frame,” he calls over our simultaneous giggling.

A few clicks of the machine and the doctor prints out three pictures, handing two of them to me and one to the nurse that I didn’t realize was in the room. “Now, just get it confirmed in four weeks at your big ultrasound. Sometimes these ones can be mistaken. I’ll have a printout for you of where to call and when to make the appointment. At that time they will be checking that all the organs, brain, heart, and such look good.”

With Walker looking over my shoulder we see Dr. Gale has typed out “
It’s a beautiful, baby girl
.”

Following the gender reveal I am hopelessly addicted to looking at the picture. My heart soars, thinking of holding my little girl. A daughter. I barely listen as Dr. Gale answers all of Walker’s insane questions...one of the last ones having me mortified.

“Is it true that if you have sex before the six weeks after birth is up that she is more likely to get pregnant again? Because I wouldn’t mind that, but I want to make sure I won’t hurt her.” He winks at me as my face turns fifty shades of red.

“I would highly recommend that you wait the six weeks and if you and Erin decide to have another child, you can try after that amount of time. If there are no other questions I’ll let you two get a head start on your weekend.” Dr. Gale shakes Walker’s hand. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Prescott. I can tell you care for Erin.”

“I do. And I look forward to you bringing my little girl into the world. Thank you.”

Dr. Gale leaves us alone in the room, and I jump off the table to change quickly. When I am finished, I pull the curtain back finding Walker staring at his ultrasound picture. He turns his gaze to me, and I can see he is holding back his emotions. “You alright, hun?”