That Ass Is Mine

Their time together was only supposed to be for fun, and now she was pregnant. She put a hand to her stomach. A child grew inside her.

Sarge wasn’t going to like this. He’d told her to get on the pill, and like a fucking child, she’d forgotten.

She was so damn happy, angry, sad, and so confused.

The crush she had on Sarge wasn’t that of a schoolgirl, but she had fallen in love with him. It went deeper than lust as well. Her feelings for him were so strong they scared her. The past few months had been the best of her life. Spending time with him was a dream come true. She loved him so much. The way he’d hold his arm open for her to snuggle up against. Waking up to his kisses down her spine, or on her pussy.

Yes, the sex was out of this world, but it was the little things she loved. He folded up her clothes for her. Made her breakfast. They had movie days together.

Now it was all ruined.

She put a hand to her chest, trying to control the fear that clutched at her. She closed her eyes, taking several deep breaths as she did. Panicking wasn’t going to help. She needed to walk, to clear her head.

Washing her hands, she made her way out of the bar, going straight toward the back door.

“Talia, babe,” Sarge said. “Where are you going?”

She tensed up. “I just need to get some air.”

“I need you to help clean up the mess I made in my office,” he said.

“No, get Cherry to do it, or someone else. I’ve got to go.”

“Talia, what’s going on?” he asked.

She spun around and glared at him. “You’re not my dad, okay? I just need to take a walk.”

Feeling even more like a child, she cringed at how she reacted but rushed outside. She picked up her pace and started to run. She needed to get as far away from him as possible.

A baby.

In her mind, she allowed herself the chance to think about what having a baby actually meant. A newborn baby. Someone to love, to hold, to cherish. She would take care of any baby she had.

The city wasn’t her favorite place to be. Out of breath, she came to a stop near a bench. It was still light out and she collapsed onto it. She hadn’t gotten herself a jacket and as she wrapped her arms around herself, she felt so fucking stupid.

Sarge didn’t deserve her anger. It wasn’t his fault that she’d fucked up big time. She dropped her head back against the bench.

She was going to be a mom. She didn’t know the first thing about raising a child. Sure, her parents hadn’t really been there for her, but they’d at least gotten her to a teenager. She knew how to take care of herself.

Not that she’d done a good job.

Pregnant.

If Sarge chose to, he could fire her. Who would hire a pregnant woman?

Tears filled her eyes. Emotions, that was what was happening to her. They were messing with her already. It wasn’t like she didn’t have enough problems in her life, now her feelings were going to be all over the place. It was just her luck at this time. She went from happy to emotional.

Great. Just great.

She reached into her pocket to grab the pregnancy test only to find her pocket was empty.

Talia frowned.

She’d put the damn thing in her pocket. Shoving her hands into both pockets, she groaned. The test wasn’t there.

Dropping her head into her hands, she groaned. With all her running, she’d probably dropped it somewhere, which was so gross. She’d have to remember the direction she came from and trace her way back to find it. There was no way she was leaving something like that for anyone to find.

She hated littering.

Getting to her feet, she knew she had to go back eventually. There was no way she could keep this news from Sarge. He had a right to know the truth.

Squaring her shoulders, she began the walk back to him. Regardless of what he wanted, she was going to keep this baby. She had no idea how she was going to keep it or make it work, but she was determined to hold on to the precious piece of love she’d created with him.

Chapter Seven

Sarge stared at his office, knowing it wasn’t the most romantic of settings to propose to a woman, but he hadn’t had the time to find a good restaurant or plan for this. Holding the velvet box with the engagement ring, he knew it was so fucking corny to ask his woman to marry him on Valentine’s Day, but he wanted this day to be special.

Now it looked like Talia was waking up to the real bastard that he was.