No, I can’t. One look at Jacob and Owen will know he belongs to him.
Jacob is identical to Owen in every way. Dark hair. Pale blue eyes. Olive complexion. Tall. Long, thin extremities. My son is nothing like me. It’s almost as though I contributed nothing to his DNA. He’s one hundred percent Owen made over.
“Trust me when I say no one in pain needs a four-year-old running and jumping around. He’s precious but quite the rambunctious little guy. How about I come by and check on you after work tomorrow?” Fingers crossed I can squeeze that in before Jacob’s game tomorrow night.
Owen frowns. Damn. I see that expression on Jacob’s face every time he doesn’t get his way. Amazing how they can be so much alike when they’ve never even met. “Not really what I want but I’ll take it if it’s all I can get.”
“Son? Are you in there?”
“Shit. My mother’s back,” he whispers. “I’m using the bathroom, Mom. Almost done,” he calls out.
“Are you in there alone?” Shit. I knew something like this would happen.
“No. My nurse is helping me.”
He kisses the side of my face as he pulls out of me. “I wasn’t ready to take that out of you.”
Me either. I look at myself in the mirror and search for signs of being freshly fucked. Shit, my hair definitely looks like it’s been jostled.
I work to smooth it with my fingers as I stand with my pants around my ankles. “No worries, baby. You look beautiful.”
Shit. Cum is running down my legs and all the washcloths are in the linen closet in his room—where Owen’s mother is. Where my son’s grandmother is. That’s a sobering thought.
I grab a handful of paper towels and wet them so I can clean myself. Mission averted when Owen grabs my wrist. “No. I want my cum on you. I want you marked.”
What am I? A dog? “I can’t walk around here smelling like sex.” Medical people know smells. What if they figure out what I’ve done?
He takes the paper towels from my hand and drops them in the trash. “I want you to smell me on you the rest of the day, and every time you do, think of my cock fucking you from behind.”
“You have a filthy mouth.” I love it.
“And this mouth can’t wait to eat your pussy.” Those words send a jolt of excitement directly between my legs.
I pull up my bottoms and straighten my uniform. “God, Owen. Don’t talk so loud.” I would shit and die if his mother heard him say that.
“I don’t care if the world hears me say it. We’re finally going to be together after all these years apart. You’re mine, Ashlyn, and I’m stoked about that. You’re my girl, my girlfriend. And that’s what I’ll be telling my mother when we leave this bathroom.”
I don’t think that’s the best idea. “Whoa, Owen. Maybe we should wait on that. As far as she knows, we’re strangers. Won’t she find it bizarre that I didn’t know you two hours ago and now we’re a couple?” I have no doubt that she’ll take one look at us and know what we’ve been doing in this bathroom. She’s going to think I’m a slut.
“We’ll tell her and everyone else the truth.”
First, he’d have to know the truth to be able to tell it. “Umm… let’s not do that right now.”
“I don’t mean we tell them about the fucking part.” We won’t have to tell them. They’re going to figure that out on their own when they learn about Jacob.
Oh God. All these years I dreamed of Owen coming back into my life but I only considered the great parts like us being together and him loving our son as much as me. I completely skipped over the part where I’m forced to explain why I didn’t track him down to let him know he had a child. And Owen’s family? What are his parents going to think of my keeping their grandson from them for four years? They’ve missed so many things in his life. His first words. His first steps. His first T-ball game.
Owen didn’t get to throw Jacob his first pitch or coach him through his ball games. He’s going to be upset about that.
Or will he? It’s possible he’ll find out about our son and make a run for the hills.
You’d be beautiful with my kid growing inside your swollen belly.Those aren’t the words of someone who doesn’t have children on his mind. I told him I wasn’t on birth control and he purposely came inside me. He knew the possible outcome when he did that.
I think he’ll be happy about Jacob but very unhappy about missing so much of his life.
In my defense, it was all a huge misunderstanding. I thought I’d gotten drunk and slept with a panty dropper who hopped from one bed to the next. I thought I was protecting my child. I thought it was better Jacob didn’t have a father at all if he was a liar and a cheat.
I. Was. Wrong.