The Doctor Who Has No Chance - Victoria Quinn Page 0,67
for dinner tonight? I know we should cook, but I’m totally on a pizza kick right now.”
She looked up and gave a nod. “Sure.”
Things weren’t the same between us. I could feel it. It sucked. I knew my parents assuming she was pregnant really freaked her out. I was really absorbed in my son right now, so I tried to make an effort to spend time with her and not mention him at all, so we could have our own solid foundation that was unaffected by the chaos in my life. “Great.”
The elevator doors opened and revealed Daisy.
Oh no.
She gave me a dumbfounded look. “You have a kid?”
I stayed at the counter. “Heard the news, huh?”
She marched over. “You have a kid, and you didn’t tell me?”
“Look, everything happened really fast—”
“You told Mom and Dad.”
“And I knew they would tell you and Derek.”
She rolled her eyes. “So, we all get to meet him this weekend?”
“Yes.”
“Mom sent me some pictures.” She held up her phone. “Dude, this kid is freakin’ adorable.”
I grinned with pride. “He is, isn’t he?”
“I can’t wait to play with him.” She slid her phone back into her pocket. “How are you holding up with this?” She leaned against the counter and looked at Sicily.
Sicily gave a smile. “It’s a lot, but we’re managing.”
“What kind of psycho has a kid and doesn’t tell the dad?” Daisy asked as she shook her head. “Good thing Ryan has you. You know, a normal woman in his life.” She patted me on the arm and turned away. “Well, I was just stopping by. I’m on my way to lunch. Got a date.”
“Yeah?” I asked, happy to hear that she was doing better. “Who’s the guy?”
“Uh, none of your business.” She shot me a glare over her shoulder as she walked away. “Already learned my lesson.”
When it was just the two of us in my apartment, Ryan’s stuff in his bedroom, it started to feel the way it used to. Sicily loosened up noticeably, and by the time we finished our pizza and got settled in bed, she was herself once more.
She lay on me as we watched TV, our legs tangled together, her arm over my waist, her head on my shoulder.
I turned my head and kissed her temple as the TV blanketed my room with bluish light. I’d only interacted with Ryan once, and he’d made me so happy. I wished he were there with me all the time, that he didn’t have to go back and forth between us, but Sicily always made me really happy. Just being with her brought me euphoria.
I knew this whole thing was hard for her, but she continued to stick by my side.
A lot of other people would abandon ship, not wanting to take responsibility for a kid that wasn’t theirs.
But her love for me was that profound.
When the movie ended, I turned to her. “So, what do you want to watch next? Or better yet…how about we don’t watch anything?” My hand pulled up her baggy t-shirt a bit, revealing her hip and the lacy thong that went across it.
Her hand moved over her stomach. “I’m kinda bloated right now…with all the pizza.”
“Baby, bloated or not bloated, it’s all the same to me.” I rolled on top of her and lifted her shirt up, pressing kisses to her slender belly that looked the same as it always did. My tongue swiped over her delicious skin, and I gripped her panties and slowly pulled them down, getting them down those long legs, revealing the place I wanted to kiss her most. My lips sealed over her entirely, and my tongue did all the things she liked.
It didn’t take her long to convulse, to rock her hips against me, to fist my hair and cup the back of my neck and pull me into her like she couldn’t get enough of it. She quickly turned into a sexed-up heathen, panting and moaning, writhing.
But I didn’t give her what she wanted.
I pulled away and moved on top of her.
She gave me a fierce stare, pissed that I didn’t give her what she wanted, that I made her wait on purpose.
There was nothing that made me harder than turning her on, getting her soaked just by touching her, so when I shoved myself inside her, I made her wince because I was that big, that thick.
I intended to take it slow and easy tonight, but when my hips were between her thighs and my arms were