His Surprise Baby - His Secret Baby

“I like that about her. She knows what she wants and goes for it. I know people who have been here for a lot longer and still have trouble making decisions with half the confidence Scarlett has,” Darren told me.

“I’m not that much older than her,” I mumbled.

Darren chuckled while taking a sip of his drink. “I never said I was talking about you.”

“But it was obvious. I’ve been stagnant for two years, avoiding all kinds of hard decisions. I pushed Scarlett away when I felt like things were getting too… and then she comes back, and I fucking arrange for her to have another baby like that will fix all my problems.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Darren looked extremely shocked.

It was weird, or at the very least, not a thing people just casually mentioned doing. Having the little sister of their dead wife have their child to give their daughter someone to play with. And then making the condition that she has to leave once the baby was born.

And that’s exactly how I explained it to Darren.

“That’s something.” He was running his hand through his hair. He didn’t seem disgusted with me or anything, just like he was processing it all. “And Scarlett wants this?”

“I don’t know,” I shrugged. “She seems to want more, but I can’t give it to her. I mean, look at me. I’m a fucking mess. I’m barely taking care of myself. Everything I have goes into Olivia. I don’t have room for something romantic.”

“You wanna know what I think?” he asked. I nodded. “I think you’re wasting your time. Clearly, you like Scarlett, and that girl sees something in you. What you need to do is go home and open up your heart. It’ll make not just your life better but also your daughter’s. Both of you deserve to be happy.”

“Yeah, sure.” I rolled my eyes.

“Think about it, okay?”

“Okay.”

Darren looked at me for a couple seconds. “Let me drive you home. You can come back for your car in the morning.”

I probably shouldn’t be driving. I did have a few too many. “Yeah, okay.” I grabbed my stuff and headed out with Darren to his car.

I was able to sober up a little on the ride home. Darren left the car window on my side open. It also gave me time to reflect.

I thought about everything my friend said about letting myself be happy and opening up my heart. It sounded hard. I’d been closed off for so long. I could admit to myself that I liked Scarlett but giving her more room in my life and my heart scared me.

I could try, maybe.

I was having a hard time thinking, though, because all I could think about was fucking her again. I had gotten so wrapped up in her without even realizing it.

When I got into the house, I walked up the stairs and went over to Scarlett’s door. I gently pushed it open. I saw her lying on top of her covers, sleeping. She’d curled up, her book sitting open beside her. She must have come back to her room and read after getting Livvy back to sleep.

I walked into her room, closing the door behind me. Sitting on top of her bed, I looked over her exposed legs.

“Noah?” Scarlett woke up. She rubbed her eyes before looking over at me. She looked a little sad.

“Yeah, it’s me.”

“I’m sorry if I overstepped. I never want to make you feel like I’m trying to—” She stopped talking when I started running my finger up and down her leg.

“Noah?” She picked her body up a little, resting on her elbows.

“Your skin’s really soft. Do you know that?”

“Um, yeah, I guess.”

I leaned over and kissed her ankle. Scarlett squirmed a little as I got further and further up her leg, placing small kisses along the way. I stopped when I reached her shorts.

“Can I take these off?” I asked, fingering the thin fabric.

“If you want to,” she breathed.

I pulled the shorts along with her underwear down her legs. Once they were off, I tossed them aside, kissing my way back up Scarlett’s thighs, this time without stopping. I slowed down as I got closer to her pussy, nipping at the insides of her legs. She flinched with each bite.

I finally got to her pussy. I slid my middle finger inside, swirling it around her wetness.

“Fuck,” she muttered, her head falling back.

“Do you think about me when you touch yourself?”

“I —”

“I used to hear you moaning in here.” I added more fingers, holding myself over Scarlett, so I could watch her face. “Is this what you were thinking about? Is this what you wanted?”

“Mmmhmm,” she whimpered, biting down on her bottom lip.

I could see her fighting to find a release. Feeling her juices run down my fingers and onto my hand, I wanted to get down there and taste her. I took my fingers out of her and brought my face right in front of her folds. I flattened my tongue and ran it up her slit, lapping her up.