You know it.
CeCe’s text pops up when I close my father’s out, and I wonder how he is going to react when I tell him he’s going tobe a grandfather.
CECE
Do you think having a baby with him will help us all solve the mystery of who Asher Reed really is?
ME
I don’t know but he’s been nothing but great, and he wants to come to my ultrasound appointment with me. *Crying emoji*
CECE
A word of advice for the woman who panics when there’s no set path?
ME
Always.
CECE
If a good man wants to be there for you? Be there for his baby at every turn? Just go with it and let him. Planned or unplanned.
ME
Thanks, mama, but this is my current plan:
I send a meme of a dumpster fire followed by a thumbs-up emoji.
CECE
LOL
CECE
Last thing. When are you going to tell Ginger?
ME
I’ll tell her at girls’ night tomorrow. Then I’ll go to the doctor, then tell my parents. And then I guess everyone else we know.
ME
So you’ll have to keep it a secret just a little bit longer.
CECE
Rule number one of motherhood? Nothing ever goes according to plan. Try not to fret!
I look up at the cabin ceiling, exhausted already. I have to be at the shop in an hour, and then I’m meeting Shane at the house after lunch to go over some counter and trim samples. It’s not like I’m going home properly. But it does feel like I’m getting a piece of stability back just being there.
That house will be where my baby and I start our future. I place my hand on my stomach, relishing a moment of peace before a wave of nausea hits and I’m running for the toilet.
By the time I settle my stomach and get ready for work, the sick feeling creeps back in as I think about my day. Pulling on a short but comfortable light blue short-sleeved sundress, I fluff my hair around my shoulders before applying my trademark ruby-red lipstick. I finish the look with a pair of leather espadrilles, my favorite red leather saddlebag purse, simple gold hoops, and a small stack of gold bangle bracelets.
My eyes drift as I stand in front of my mirror, running ahand over my belly and thinking of Asher’s hand in the same spot last night. The way it feelseverytime he touches me. Butterflies surface as another vision enters my mind, of Asher’s head tipped back and the sound of his groan as he pushed his thick cock into me. I shiver as I remember the way it felt when the metal of that barbell slid through my pussy. The thought dampens my thin cotton panties and my nipples harden under the soft fabric of my dress as the ache grows between my thighs.That’s it, baby … open up for me. It’s like you’ve never even been fucked.
I let my eyes flutter closed, remembering how it felt to be like Asher, to have no inhibitions and to just take what I needed. I’m just sliding my hand down under my dress as my phone dings, pulling me from my daydream. It’s the security system at the store telling me Lucy is in already. I settle my breath and meet my own gaze in the mirror.
