Stumbling Into Love (Fluke My Life 2)

“I did.”

“Oh my god.” She hits my chest with the palms of her hands. “My mom is going to freak out that I didn’t tell her.”

“It will be okay,” I say. She raises a brow, and I shrug. “Maybe he hasn’t told her yet.”

“Maybe.” She nibbles her bottom lip, then looks at the clock. It’s already after nine.

After we left the yogurt shop, we made a couple of stops before we came back to my place. We stopped to get her some clothes, then we stopped at Tony’s so that she could tell Libby she was staying with me. When we got to the pizza parlor, we found Libby behind the counter, taking orders from customers and bossing a group of men around in the kitchen. Not that any of them noticed that they were being bossed around by her—they all seemed to love the attention. This seemed to annoy the shit out of Antonio, who was mostly glowering in Libby’s direction.

“Maybe you’re right. Maybe he didn’t tell her,” she says, bringing me out of my thoughts.

I gather her close.

“He probably didn’t tell her. I think she would have called when she found out.”

I slide my hand up the back of her shirt, then around to her stomach. Feeling a small bump there, I take a step back and lift up her top to get a better look.

“When did this happen?”

“Two days ago. I woke up, and it was like that,” she says.

I lead her into the bedroom and take off her shirt before I lay her down on the bed to get a better look. To see if I’m imagining things.

“Holy shit,” I mutter, getting onto the bed.

She moves my hand so it’s resting on our growing child.

“I know.” She runs her fingers through my hair.

I look up at her, then place a kiss on her stomach. Her eyes get dark.

“Wesley.”

“Yeah?” I pull her pants down over her hips, then toss them to the floor behind me. This leaves her in a sheer bra and matching panties that barely cover anything. Removing her panties, I toss them to the floor and then open her legs. Sliding my fingers between the lips of her pussy, I place my mouth against hers as my fingers begin to slowly circle her clit. I slide them down over her entrance, and her hips begin to move with my hand. She’s so wet that my fingers slide over her with no resistance. “Did you miss me?” I slide two fingers deep inside her.

“Yes,” she whimpers. I begin to move my fingers faster, and her pussy gets tighter. I know she is going to come, but I miss her taste so I pull my fingers out of her.

“I’ll give them back to you in a second,” I say when she looks at me as I get off the bed and get undressed.

Her eyes lock on my cock, and I swear it grows under her gaze. “Do you want this?” I wrap my fist around it, pumping two times.

“Yes,” she whimpers again as I climb back on the bed and move between her legs.

After kissing her mouth, I move my way down her body. I kiss each of her nipples, licking, sucking, and biting them. The noises she’s making and her nails digging into my hair egg me on once I have given both breasts the same treatment. I kiss down her stomach, licking around her belly button before lowering myself and lifting one of her legs up and over my shoulder. I sit back so I can watch my fingers enter her in smooth strokes, then start fucking her harder with two fingers before lowering my face and licking right up her center, pulling her clit into my mouth.

The heel of her foot digs into my shoulder, and her pussy clamps down on my fingers right before her body goes completely limp. Kissing her clit one last time, I wipe my chin on her inner thigh. I kiss my way up her stomach and slide into her, resting my forehead against her collarbone as her pussy spasms.

“I’ve missed you so much.” She wraps her limbs around me, holding me close.

I drop my forehead to hers.

“Fuck, gorgeous, I’ve missed you, too. You feel so good,” I tell her, raising my head above hers. “So fucking good.”

I move slowly, our bodies sliding against each other easily. Her legs lift and wrap tight around my ass, pulling me deeper. So deep that I bump her cervix.

“Oh god,” she cries as her nails dig into my back.

“I feel it, gorgeous. Fuck, you are squeezing me so tight. Fuck!” I growl, planting myself balls-deep inside her as her orgasm pulls me over the edge. She sucks every last drop of cum from me. Rolling to my back with her in my arms and my cock still buried inside her, I pull the covers up from the bottom of the bed and toss them over us.

Listening to her breathing even out while my hand runs over her hair, I eventually follow her off to sleep.

MAC

A pounding noise coming from somewhere wakes me. I squint one eye open, then the other. “What is that?” I ask Wesley.

He sits up, turning on the side lamp and casting the room in soft light.

“Someone is at the front door.” He gets out of bed and puts on a pair of sweats, looking ready to murder whoever it is.

“What time is it?” I ask, unable to see the clock from my side of the bed.

“Six thirty.” He picks up a baseball bat from beside the bed on his way out of the room.

“Six thirty?” I repeat, shaking my head.

“You got my daughter pregnant!”

I shoot out of bed when I hear my mom’s voice shrieking.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about this! I can’t believe I had to find out from Mackenzie’s father that you two are expecting my first grandchild!” she continues loudly as I stumble around.

Rummaging across the floor, I search for something to wear. Finding a pair of Wesley’s sweats and one of his long-sleeve shirts, I put both on quickly, then rush out into the living room.

Mom is standing there, looking like a madwoman. She has curlers in her hair, oversize glasses on the end of her nose, and she’s wearing a pink, fluffy bathrobe that has seen better days—those days being when my sisters and I bought it for her, when we were little.

“Mom, what the hell?” I blurt.

She looks at me. “You didn’t think to tell me that you’re pregnant with my grandchild?” She crosses her arms over her chest and hitches out one hip. She starts tapping her foot.

“We were waiting to tell everyone,” I say, feeling like I did when I was a kid and she would get mad at me for misbehaving.

“Wesley told your dad.” She points accusingly at Wesley, who is standing shirtless in the kitchen drinking a glass of water like he doesn’t have a care in the world, like this situation is normal and happens every day. “That is not you waiting to tell everyone.”

“I know.” I look at Wesley and narrow my eyes at him.

He shrugs as if to say, “What am I supposed to do?”

“This is all your fault,” I mouth.

He smiles back, mouthing, “Love you.”

“Where is Dad?” I ask Mom. I honestly expected him to follow her dramatic burst into the apartment.

“He’s in the car. He didn’t want to search for parking or double-park in case a cop drives by.” She waves off my question.

“You could have called. You didn’t have to come all the way into the city.”

I sigh and run a hand through my hair. Not that her coming into the city surprises me. I knew as soon as Wesley told me that he told my dad that it wouldn’t be long before my mom found out. I should have called her last night and told her the news myself. We could have avoided all this drama.

“And have you avoid my call? No way.” She shakes her head. “You and your sisters are going to be the death of me. First Fawn runs off and gets married on New Year’s in Vegas just to avoid planning a wedding. And now you don’t tell me that you’re pregnant, but your boyfriend tells your dad. And then Libby . . .”

“Libby?” I say, wondering what the hell Libby could have done.

“Yes, Libby bought a pizza restaurant. Did she tell me about it?” she asks, then shakes her head. “No, she told your dad and had him help her get the loan.”

I blink.

“Did you just say that Libby bought a pizza place?”

“I did.”

“Oh my god. She didn’t tell me,” I whisper. I knew that she had been working at Tony’s a lot lately, but I had no idea she was going to buy it. She never even mentioned it being for sale.

“Well, how does it feel?” Mom asks like a little kid saying neener, neener, neener.

I shake my head at her. It doesn’t feel good, but it’s not the same thing. Libby is my sister, not my mom. Then again, Libby did tell me that she was going to stop sharing things in her life because Fawn and I had been closed off about what was going on in our lives. We kinda deserved this, but that doesn’t change the fact that I will kick her ass for not telling me.

“Mom . . . ,” I say.

She looks at me.

“Wesley and I are pregnant. Right now, your grandchild is about nine weeks old and doing awesome,” I say.

She covers her mouth, and tears fill her eyes.

“Oh, Mom.” I go to her and wrap my arms around her shoulders. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I didn’t plan on telling anyone yet. They say you should wait until you are twelve weeks along,” I say.

Wesley makes a noise, so I look at him. “What?”

“Nothing.”

I know he’s lying—I can tell by the look in his eyes.

“What did you do?” I ask in a huff.