“Does she know it’s Tag’s little boy in there?” she asks curiously.
I rub my belly, thinking of my small son I’ve grown to love so much during our seven months of bonding.
“No. She thinks I had a fling shortly after the wedding. She’s not the judgmental type, thankfully. She’s already put a crib in her house and made me promise to come see her the second he’s born.”
Shannon smiles as she walks over and rubs my belly for a second.
“Well, you two be careful this weekend.”
“We will.”
***
Tag
“I’m not sure I should go, Melanie. I’ve got a lot going on with Kinset right now. Um, how about I just come have dinner with you next week to make it up to you?”
I know Ash will be there, and I can’t see her. That girl is still in my head, and apparently my cock has taken a vow of celibacy. If I see her, I’ll end up losing my sanity and fucking the only girl I want.
“Absolutely not. This benefit is for kids in need of a home, love, family, and warmth. You know this means a lot to me, and I want my third son to be there.”
Shit.
“I’ll be there.”
Now what?
“Good. You bringing a date?” she asks with a leading tone.
“Yeah.”
Maybe that will keep me from fucking Ash.
***
Ashiara
“Billy, I’m not sure about this dress. It sort of makes me look fat,” I murmur while messing with the flowing material draping around me.
“You’re not fat, though you have gained some weight. It seems to all be in your belly though. How is that possible?” he asks in bemusement.
My cheeks burn, and I shake my head vigorously. Melanie walks in, her eyes glistening as she stares at me, and Billy flops back on my bed.
“You look more beautiful every time I see you, dear,” she so gently coos as she comes to wrap her arms around me, stopping short when my hidden belly proves it pokes out farther than most people realize.
“Thank you, Melanie. I was just trying to find a dress where I didn’t look so… fat.”
She lets a chuckle out, and her hand discreetly rubs my stomach as a tear drops from my eye.
“You look stunning. Now come on, let’s get you downstairs before they start the charity auction. Then there will be dancing, food, and more. You can have a night of no worries.”
No worries my ass.
Melanie clutches my arm all the way down the stairs, worried I’ll fall and hurt my child, and then we flow into the crowded gathering. My eyes lift up as gravity pulls them toward the door, and I fight back the bile rising to my throat when I see Tag walking in… with a date.
I don’t know why I expected him to come alone. It was stupid. That's the whole reason he and I couldn't work. He's Mr. Playboy. I’m a fool to think he would somehow still be thinking about me.
It’s not like I can tell him I can't get him out of my head. I've done all I can to forget about him, constantly reminding myself of all the reasons it could never work... and then this... I'm carrying his baby, and stupidly, I fell for him that weekend against all my inner protests.