Page 42 of Wait for the Dream

“Between what happened at the restaurant, and this text I think I just need to block them. I can’t believe I got my hopes up for even a second.” I aggressively wipe the tears from my eyes, “The fact that she doesn’t even realize that this gala is the day after my due date is almost comical. Maybe I should call this investor and tell them my own mother doesn’t know my due date. Help them look like the perfect family people they’re looking to invest in.” My voice is sarcastic as I pick up my phone to respond.

Bailey: Respectfully, fuck you. I will not be able to attend this or any other functions you “expect” me at going forward. For one, you cut me off, all but telling me that I’m not your daughter anymore. Two, the date of this gala is one day after my due date. I will either have just had a baby, be in labor, or very close to labor during the gala, so I will not be there.

Bailey: You told me to never contact you again. The feeling is incredibly mutual, lose my goddamn number.

“Fuck, you’re so hot right now.” Aiden says kissing me hard. He pushes me down onto the bed and leans over me, making sure not to put too much pressure on my belly. He uses one hand to angle my face to deepen the kiss.

“Bear, I need you.” I say and push my hips up to meet his pelvis. I need to feel, to know that I’m not alone. I need to forget that entire conversation with my mother, even if it’s just for a moment.

“Think you can be quiet? We wouldn’t want our family to hear us, would we?” He says and slips his hand under my shirt and pushes it up. I help him get it over my head. Before I reach for his to do the same. He lowers his head to return his mouth to mine. Our tongues dance together as we work to remove the rest of our clothes.

Once we are both naked, he rolls over onto his back, “Come here Blue. I want you to sit on my face.” He reaches for me.

“Aiden. I can’t do that. I’ll suffocate you!” I say, moving to straddle his hips anyway.

“Please do,” He says, gripping my hips and pulling me closer to his face. Once I’m hovering over his face, I grab onto his head board, my pussy an inch above his face, “I said sit!” He pulls me down so I’m literally sitting, “Good girl. Now ride my face.”

He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I begin to buck against his tongue. A loud moan slips from my mouth, and a slap on my ass follows. Aiden makes a shhh sound around my pussy and the vibration makes the feeling that much more intense. I ride his face, and he devours my pussy, licking, sucking, nipping. He thrusts two fingers into me. I take one of my hands off the headboard and put it over my mouth to muffle the sounds of my moans. I bite down on my hand and come harder than I’ve ever come before.

Once I’ve come down from the high, I move off Aiden, “On your hands and knees,” He growls, his voice laced with lust and desire. He helps me flip over and I position myself, knees on the bed, hands gripping the headboard. He lines his thick erection up to my aching core and slams himself into me from behind. He pauses for just a moment before pulling out slowly, and thrusting back in with a force that knocks the headboard into the wall. “Fuck Blue, you feel so good every fucking time.”

He continues at this pace, pulling out slowly before slamming back into me. The only sounds filling the room are soft moans and groans from the two of us. We are working overtime to keep the volume down. He picks up the pace, I have to bite down on my hand to muffle the sounds coming out of me. I just know I’m going to have teeth marks in my hand once this is over. Worth it.

Aiden reaches around my belly to stroke my clit, “I need you to get there, Blue. I’m so close.” His voice barely above a whisper. He doubles his efforts, pumping in and out of me. The headboard is not helping our noise issue. My pussy clamps down on him, and I come, hard. I feel his teeth bite down on my shoulder as he comes inside me.

We stay there catching our breath for a moment before he pulls out of me, falls onto the bed and pulls me so we are spooning. After our breathing has evened out a bit, I head to the bathroom attached to his room to clean up and get dressed, when I come back to the room, I pick up my phone off the floor and see another text from my mother.

Danika: You ungrateful brat. After everything your father and I have done for you, and this is how you repay us. The amount of disrespect. I am so disappointed. I thought we raised you better than this. I will give you more time, but I expect that the next time I contact you, you will have had a change of attitude. You will not like the consequences if you don’t.

I choke at her words. She can’t be serious. ‘The way she raised me?’ Those two didn’t raise me, Momma and Pop did. I knew my parents were nuts, but I didn’t realize they were delusional as well. Aiden walks into the room from the bathroom in a new pair of basketball shorts and no shirt. I turn my phone so he can read my mother’s response. My eyes roam over him while he reads the text.

Bailey: This will be the last text you will ever receive from me, and you don’t even deserve that much. I have a family and you are not part of it anymore. I am not your daughter. You will not contact me again. I will be blocking your and father’s numbers after this. If you try and contact me after that, I will be filing a restraining order. I know plenty of lawyers who will help me obtain them. DO NOT CONTACT ME AGAIN.

I hit the send button, take a screen shot of the messages so I can send them to Momma and Pop, then block her and my father. Momma and Pop will forward the messages to their lawyers who will make sure restraining orders are put in place if they decide not to take me seriously.

Momma walks into the room and I’m not sure I’ve ever seen her this angry before. Her phone is in her hand, and I can see the screenshot I had just sent her on the screen, “She did not say this to you.”

“She absolutely did. I’m honestly so fucking pissed right now I could scream. What the fuck Momma?” I need to settle down. I can feel my blood pressure rising. “Blue, you need to breathe. Your blood pressure is going to rise, and you know the doctor hasn’t been happy with your readings lately.” Aiden voices the concerns I just had outloud, and he rubs a hand down my back.

Momma takes my hands and helps me do some deep breathing to get my heart rate down. After a few minutes, I’m feeling a bit calmer. I’m still pissed, but not in an overwhelming way. “Bailey girl, I am so proud of you. I would have said much worse things if I was you. You stood up for yourself, and I couldn’t be more proud.” Momma pulls me into a hug. “I will say that you saying, ‘I have a family, and you aren’t in it’ is golden. I love that. So proud of you sweet girl.”

Momma heads for the door and just before she walks out of it she says, “Oh, can you just keep it down next time? There are things your entire family don’t need to hear.”

My face flames, but Momma is laughing, so I know she’s mostly teasing. Fuck my life. Guess the entire Baker family just heard me getting railed. Worth it.

Aiden gives me a chaste kiss before telling me he is proud of me too. We all stand up and head to the kitchen for a snack. Pop is standing at the island when we enter. He hugs me, gives me a kiss on the cheek and says, “I dare them to try and come for my girl again.” He looks me dead in the eye when he adds, “I protect my family. And you Bailey Nicole, will forever be my family.”

Aiden

I’m sitting in the oversized Lazy Boy in the living room with Blue snuggled up with me. We are watching a movie with the twins, Dallas, and Chloe. We have all seen this movie, so we aren’t giving it our full attention. Charly is still in school for a couple more weeks, then she will walk across that stage and be a high school graduate.

Chloe, who has been laying on Maggy’s lap on the couch, sits straight up, gasping, “What the fuck?”

“Are you okay, Chlo?” Bailey asks.

“Dallas, did you know about this?” She says, turning her phone to show him the screen.

The color drains from his face and his eyes go wide, “What the fuck? No, no I did not,” He says. He pulls his phone out of his pocket, “Fuck!”