The Unexpected Series (Unexpected #1-3) (24 page)

“Anna left me.” His brown eyes look sad. I don’t give a shit.

“So what? You want me back now?” I snort. “Not happening. I have a real man now. One that I know would never hurt me the way you did. One who I put my faith and trust into and know, for a fact, would never betray that. He knows what he has. You never did.”

“No. It’s not that. I just...she wanted to work things out with her husband. She never was going to leave him for me. Not that I blame her. What good can come from a relationship of two cheaters? A lot of mistrust. I can’t even tell you how sorry I am for what I did. I should have talked to you when I thought things were going downhill. Maybe we could have fixed it, or maybe we could have gone our separate ways and still been friends. I don’t know. I just know that I will never forgive myself for what I did to you.” He stands looking towards Noelle and then the door. “I should go.”

“Oh, don’t leave on my account, Robert. Feel free to stay about five more minutes.” A devious smile crosses her lips and I know she had to have been texting Walker.

He looks at me confused but I’m not wasting any time. “You should probably go. I can guarantee in five minutes you won’t be happy you stuck around.”

I’m pushing on Robert’s back while Noelle cackles and just as he reaches for the doorknob it swings open to over six feet of sexy anger. If looks could kill Robert would be dead on the floor right now. Walker immediately grabs a hold of Robert’s jacket and lifts.

“Walker, stop! He was just leaving,” I yell out.

At the same time Noelle yells, “Kick his ass.”

“No!” I say and Walker gently places Robert back down. Like a cockroach he scurries out of the house and to his car.

“What the hell was he doing here, Erin? Are you okay?” Strong arms wrap around me careful not to squeeze me too tight. His soft gentle kisses are placed on top of my head.

“She’s fine. Asshat just wanted to apologize and say that Anna left his sorry ass,” Noelle’s fading voice calls from down the hall. “I’m going to shower now that the show is over. What a letdown.”

“Seriously, I’m fine. I promise. You can go home now. I don’t want you to be too tired for our flight tomorrow.” I look up and kiss the bottom of his chin.

“My stuff is already packed up. I’m staying here tonight. Now go shower so I can get you dirty again.” He turns me around and pushes me gently forward with a slap on my ass.

“Hey!” I try to sound offended.

“Now, woman!” And with that he turns to head back outside. I just hope Robert is gone.

~~

T
he shower felt fantastic. The oil they used on my back during the massage was starting to stick. Towel drying my hair I walk into my bedroom with only one of Walker’s Chicago Bears shirts on.

“I don’t think you’ve looked sexier. Come here.” His arm reaches out for me and like a magnet I am drawn to him.

He lovingly pulls the shirt up exposing my bare chest and pink lacy thong. Since I’ve gotten bigger I have been wearing cuter underwear. I feel huge and they make me feel pretty.

“These are sexy,” he says rubbing his hands behind me to caress my ass.

A whimper escapes me with how good that feels.

He pushes himself back so he is sitting in the middle of the bed. “Grab that bag on your nightstand and come sit in front of me,” he softly commands.

I grab the white bag and peek inside. It’s a bottle of coconut lotion. “What’s this for?” I ask sliding across the bed so that my back is to his front.

“Well,” he says taking the bottle from me. “You are thirty one weeks and I thought I would do something different. My book says that Savannah is the size of a coconut. Knowing you don’t like the taste, I decided to get some lotion and massage it into you. Now, I know you had one today but I hope they didn’t give you the kind I plan on.”

Small, soft kisses run up and down the back of my neck causing my heartbeat to quicken. My masseuse today was amazing but not nearly as amazing as when Walker touches me.

The sound of lotion coming out of the bottle has me giggling but once he places his hands on my shoulder all humor is gone. His touch is gentle and precise, hitting every single erotic zone on my body.

Okay, maybe every zone on my body is erotic when he is around.

“I love you, Erin,” he whispers against the skin between my shoulder blades.

His hands find their way to my breasts and the attention has me wanting to move his hands much lower.

“I love you too, Walker.” I cry out when his hands reach my stomach and my head falls back giving him easier access to my neck.

“I love this. I love that my hands are just inches from our daughter. I love her so much and I haven’t even seen her. Erin, thank you so much for this. For giving me a chance. I am going to make you so happy.” He promises.

“God, Walker, you’re turning me on.” I push his hands lower hoping to connect them with where I need them most.

“What was that?!” His hands jump and find their way back to my belly.

“Oh my God, Walker. Don’t tease me damn it.” My frustrated tone takes even me by surprise.

“I felt a bump.”

Oh my God. I’m used to it. Day in and day out I feel Savannah moving around and don’t think twice about it anymore. Every time Walker is around she chooses to stay still. At thirty one weeks he has yet to feel her move. Time to put my hormones aside.

“Here, sit against the headboard.” I point and he quickly complies.

I follow him leaning back and place both of his hand over her favorite spot on my right side. Savannah moves an elbow underneath his touch causing him to pull away.

“Holy shit! That felt like a snake in your stomach. What was that?” I’m sure his smile could light up the night sky right now.

“Her knee or her elbow. Kinda freaky huh?” I laugh and he brings his palms back over my belly.

She moves again and I can feel his smile on the back of my head. “Hi, Savannah. It’s Daddy.”

Tears prick the sides of my eyes as he talks to her. Telling her how much he loves her and even singing to her. I’ve never heard him sing and it’s beautiful. She continues to kick the crap out of me. I start to become uncomfortable but decide that his happiness is worth the constant kicks to the ribs.

He continues to talk to her and rub his hands along my body. My arms, legs and shoulders have never had so much attention. My blinks become longer and soon I am fast asleep dreaming of a little five year old girl with brown hair and green eyes being pushed on a swing by her daddy.

A
fter hours of turning down Walker’s offers to join the mile high club we arrive in Cozumel. The island is just as beautiful as I remember it, except it seems ten times better since we left fifteen degree weather to come here where it’s a balmy seventy five. The trip from the airport is familiar as we pull up to the same hotel Noelle and I stayed in. The Occidental. What’s even wilder is the room we are staying in is the same one I was in back in July with Noe.

The room looks exactly the same but this time I have my man with me.

“Did you know this is the exact room I stayed in with Noelle?” I ask placing my beach hat down onto the side table.

“I did. I planned it that way,” he says eyeing me. Probably to be sure I’m not upset.

“Why?”

“You’ll see.” His gaze looks out the window and towards the beach.

Ignoring his mysterious answer I look around the room that brings scary memories of uncertainty. The last time I was here I was petrified of things to come. I’m so thankful for the way things are turning out. I love this man.

“I got you a gift,” Walker says bringing me back to the present. I find him unzipping his garment bag.

“No more gifts, Walker!” I yell, twirling the diamond letter “S”, for Savannah, pendant that he gave me for Christmas.

It was yet another crazy holiday. Noelle refused to have it at our house so my mom graciously hosted. It almost seemed like an impromptu baby shower with all the gifts for little Savannah. My sister seemed to be doing better with the divorce, Noelle’s parents joined us, and Trent refused to glance her way even once. On top of the necklace, Walker got me a new Kindle, a gift card to add to my eBook collection, a framed picture of the two of us, another framed picture of Savannah’s twenty week ultrasound and at least fifteen movies. All I got him was tickets to see the Bears play their last home game, which I made him take Trent to so I didn’t have to sit in the cold.

“Just one, baby.” Finding what he was looking for he pulls out the most beautiful dress. It’s a knee length orchid color, one shoulder maternity dress with a purple tie just above the belly. Even the one side that has a sleeve has the dark purple outlining it. It’s gorgeous.

“Walker,” I gasp, bringing my hand up to my chest. “It’s beautiful!”

He brings it towards me and I run my fingers along the soft silky fabric.

“No. You’re beautiful. This pales in comparison.” A gentle touch of his fingers along my cheek has me shivering.

“What is this for?” I take the hanger from him, walking towards the full length mirror and holding it up to me. I can’t wait to see how it fits.

“Go take a bath and relax. When you are done, get ready for dinner and ringing in the New Year with me inside you.” I didn’t even hear him come up behind me. His body molds to mine making me want to skip dinner and jump on top of him.

~~

A
n hour and a half later I am scrubbed, shaved, polished, and made up. I slip on the stunning dress and clasp on my necklace. It’s perfect. Walking out of the bathroom, I spot Walker on the patio looking out towards the ocean, the breeze blowing through his hair. His body is graced with black dress pants, a white button up dress shirt and a purple tie that matches the belt of my dress exactly.

“Hey there, sexy,” I call out just as I reach the patio. His green eyes look lost in thought. “Are you okay?”

He takes the few steps needed to reach me. “I’m perfect. You look amazing, Erin.” Looking past me into the room his eyes look as though they are searching for something. “Where did you find out you were pregnant?”

“Here. In this room.” I turn my body, pointing to the table that holds my beach hat. “Right there is when I realized I was late and where I sat when the first pregnancy test showed up positive.”

“The first?” His right eyebrow raises in question.

I bring my attention back to him. “Yes, we took
a lot
.” I laugh at how insane I was, buying all those tests.

“Let’s go. I don’t want to be late for dinner.” His hands reach for mine spinning us back into the room and out the door.

~~

I
’m so tired. Dinner was amazing. I don’t think I have eaten that much ever. Our private dinner on the beach, listening to the waves, was beautiful and my company was damn hot. I have had confirmation that Noelle spilled every single detail of our trip to Walker because he insisted on taking me to the club where the old man and I danced.

I’m not even sure I want sex at this point. Between the traveling, dancing, and all the food I just want to crash onto the bed before midnight strikes. When we reach the top of the steps closest to our room Walker gently pushes me back against the door, his lips inches from my face.

“Do you love me, Erin?” His tongue darts out licking my bottom lip.

Okay, maybe a quickie.

“Yes,” I breathe out. “So much.”

I reach up on my tiptoes to make the kiss deeper but he pulls away. “I love you too. With everything that I am.”

He swipes the key card and the door flies open, taking me back to our first night together. I stumble in as he catches me. Rotating me around another night flashes before me bringing back one of the worst memories of my life. Candles are lit everywhere and music is softly playing. It’s a scene too familiar from when I caught Robert cheating. A bottle of sparkling apple cider is sitting on the table chilling with two glasses. I step back, retreating, and bump into a massive chest.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Walker’s voice breaks through the terrible memory, reminding me that that part of my life is gone.

Shaking it off, I reach my arms back, grabbing a hold of his hand and given a reminder how different this time is from that horrible night. “Nothing. Nothing at all. This is amazing.”

“This is nothing compared to what you deserve.” He kisses my neck and I turn around to give him more access. He continues a trail down the shoulder the dress doesn’t cover, moving me back towards the bed. My fingers find their way to his shirt and I pull up, trying to untuck it. My knees hit the back of the bed and his hands stop mine from pulling it up any further. “Right now is not about sex, Erin.”

His eyes are glazed over as if he has unshed tears in them. I look around the room again to find that I didn’t make contact with the bed but instead one of the chairs at the table. “Walker?”

“I love you, Erin.” A lone tear falls and my own start to flow. “Please sit.”

I do and in seconds he lowers himself onto one knee. “Oh my God, Walker.”

“No talking, Erin. Hear me out. I know we’ve only had the past four months to get to know each other but they have been the most incredible in my life. If I am not near you I am thinking about you and our daughter. I want what is best for all of us and what’s best for me is to never live a day without you. I want to wake up to you every morning and be the last voice you hear at night. I want to make dinner with you, fight with you and make up with you. I want you to be happy and I know you will be happy with me because I will spend every day of the rest of my life making sure you smile. I adore you. I love you. I trust you with my heart. In this exact spot your life changed forever when you found out you were having Savannah. Now, I want it to represent another life change...one that will connect us all permanently. I know I’m pushy and I tell you the way things are, so that you don’t have the opportunity to say no, but right now I’m asking. Please, Erin Melissa Decker, would you do me the honor of not only being the mother of my child and future children but becoming my wife and making me the luckiest man on earth?” His green eyes look vulnerable like I could make or break him down with just one word.