Cherished (Wanted 4)

I shook my head. “No, my father wouldn’t lie to me like that, Trey.”

“Jessie, if you were my daughter and I had no idea where you were, I’d tell you whatever I thought you wanted to hear to get you to come home to me.”

I stood there, staring at Trey. I’m so confused.

“Baby, your dad knows you’re fine and safe now. Let’s get through this storm and spend the last few days together, just you and me, and then we will both fly back to Texas. Hell, I’ll even fly home with you if you need me to.”

“No…wait…my head is spinning. I’m so confused. Trey, you’re confusing me. I have to talk to Scott right away.”

Trey was clearly getting frustrated as he pushed both hands through his hair. “Why? Why do you have to talk to that cheating bastard right away, Jess? Why can’t we just enjoy what we’ve started here?”

I looked down at the floor as I reached around and felt the tests in my back pocket. “I have to talk to him, Trey, because I just found out that…” My voice cracked as I looked into his eyes, and the flood of guilt came back full force. It felt like I had a weight sitting on my chest.

Trey took a step closer and went to reach out for me. I held up my hand and stepped away from him. The hurt in his eyes about killed me.

“You just found out what, Jessie?”

I inhaled a deep breath and let it out. “I just found out that I’m pregnant.”

Trey’s eyes grew bigger, and his mouth dropped open. “Oh my god,” he said so low that I barely heard him.

“I know, and I’m filled with so much guilt because I let you touch me. I let you touch me, and we almost…almost…”

I broke down crying again as Trey walked toward me. He pulled me into his arms, and he began stroking my hair as he kept repeating for me to calm down.

“We didn’t, Jess…we didn’t make love. There was a reason you stopped it, and you didn’t do anything wrong.”

I looked up into his eyes as I pulled back slightly. “I didn’t do anything wrong? Trey…I asked you to have sex with me, so

I could forget about my boyfriend.”

“Who you thought had cheated on you. We didn’t do anything, Jessie. You don’t even have to tell Scott about it, love. It can just stay between you and me. I promise you, I’ll never tell anyone.”

I started shaking my head. “Everyone thinks we’re together. Do you know how many times I’ve kissed you? And I’m carrying another man’s child. I…I…”

“God, Jessie, stop this. You didn’t know, and we didn’t do anything wrong. Most of those kisses were friendly pecks. Please…don’t get upset like this. It’s not good for the baby. Come on…let’s get out of the restroom and find somewhere to sit.”

We made our way through the lobby, and Trey guided me over toward empty chairs in the bar area. I looked around at everyone laughing and drinking while a terrible storm was going on outside. I closed my eyes and thought about the terrible storm going on inside me. I sat down in a chair, and he bent down as he pushed my hair behind both of my ears.

He smiled that sweeter than sweet smile at me. “I’m going to get you some water, love. Just try to take some deep breaths, and I’ll be right back.”

He placed his hand on the side of my face, and I leaned my head into it. His touch had become such a calming force to me. My body betrayed me with the shiver that ran through it. I watched as he turned and walked up to the bar. I noticed all the women looking him up and down. One bitch licked her lips and nudged her friend, who started laughing.

Bitches. He’s mine.

I sucked in a breath of air and covered my mouth. What? I started shaking my head. No! No…he’s not mine. We’re only friends—just friends.

I looked back at Trey. He was now talking to one of the ladies who had been eye-fucking him as he’d walked up to the bar. The insane jealousy I was feeling was very confusing. All I wanted to do was get to Scott, so I could beg him to forgive me and tell him how much I loved him. Yet, I also wanted Trey to stop talking to this bitch and come back to me. I needed to feel him near me. I needed his touch again.

What is going on with me? Why am I feeling this way toward him? I don’t love him. God, please…please just clear my head of these feelings.

I turned away and began watching everyone in the lobby. Little kids were chasing each other as their parents kept telling them to slow down. A little girl with curly brown hair was playing hide-and-seek with a little boy who looked to be about a year younger than her. I smiled, thinking about the child I was carrying.

I’m carrying Scott’s child. What will our baby look like? Will she have Scott’s beautiful blue eyes? Will she have blonde or brown hair?

I felt Trey touch my shoulder, and it was like a warm blanket enveloped my whole body. I looked up at his tender smile. I couldn’t help but glance back at the woman he had been talking to at the bar. She was giving me a dirty look, and a part of me felt triumphant.

As I watched Trey sit down and get settled in the chair, I wondered what his children would look like. Whoever he ended up with was going to be one lucky lady.