6. Micah
CHAPTER 6
Micah
S he doesn’t look much better but the doctor gave her a prescription for the nausea and at least she’s able to eat something.
Or that’s what she says. Her cheeks are a little pink and her smile is a little like Mona Lisa somehow. It’s driving me crazy wondering what’s wrong and what’s different with her.
But I meet her back at the bakery a few days later and sigh at the huge selection of cakes that they push in front of us. I’m not a really big sweets man. I like salty better. Give me a bag of chips any day over a damn cupcake.
But it’s beyond time to get this cake figured out so they can start it. Aspen is glowing this morning. Four days after she hit the floor and she looks positively glorious.
Makes my mouth water and my fingers itch to touch her, taste her, hold her tight.
But she ignores me even more than before and it’s driving me nuts. She’s hiding something from me. I feel it.
Damn woman! It’s obvious she’s just like the rest of the females out there and you can’t trust her anymore than you can trust the devil.
National wedding planning day has come and gone. It’s March sixth and all I want to do is get this event over with and get away from Aspen Hanks. Her and her damn kitty.
The bakery owner wouldn’t let Princessa come inside but Chrissy, her friend is outside holding the stupid, glittery leash while she chatters with a guy who stopped to pet the beast.
“Do you think you could pay attention here, Micah? I’d like to get home to make some calls. I’ve still got to make sure that the boathouse is available and that they’ve got everything we need. I checked once already and got a tentative agreement but this is so fast that I’m worried they’ll cancel.”
I shrug. “So get another venue.”
She rolls her dark blue eyes and I feel that kick to my gut again. “This is a small town, Micah. We’ve only got a couple of choices and the best one for this wedding is the boathouse.”
“Fine. Let’s get this over with. Hopefully you don’t get sick with all this cake.”
She grins cheekily. “I’m feeling a ton better and I love cake!”
I grunt. Of course she does!
The baker brings out the tray and we each take the red velvet off the tray, taking a big bite.
“Mmm. That’s so good!” I glance over at her and my dick lunges in my boxers. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes are closed and she licks her rosy lips like a porn star during a filthy scene. My cock is rock-hard in seconds and I’m struggling to keep from breaking this table and grabbing her, running out the door.
I clear my throat and the bite I take gets caught in my throat, almost choking me as I force it down. “It’s okay,” I rasp out.
She glares at me. “Fine. Not a chocolate fan.”
The next cake is a plain white cake with a strawberry puree and chocolate ganache filling. It’s a little like a Neapolitan cake and it’s delicious.
But once again, I can barely force it down as she moans and licks her full lips greedily.
The next three cakes are more of the same and I’m about to nut in my damn pants if she doesn’t stop that shit!
“Well, which one do you like?” I force the question out and wait for her answer as she licks off the fork. I can almost picture her running her little pink tongue around my aching dick and I’m so hard it should be fatal. I’m gonna die from blue balls over here.
She grins and there’s a little dab of hazelnut creme filling on her lower lip and it takes all I have not to lean over and lick it off. “I think I like the hazelnut or the Neapolitan one the best. What about you?”
“Sounds good to me. Maybe you could email them the results. Ask them if they like the sounds of it. It sucks that they can’t be here but both of them have busy schedules.”
She nods her head. “Fine. I’ll send them some pics and then the cake ingredients themselves and what we think.”
She stands up and I swear, my eyes can’t stop lingering on her breasts. I swear they’re bigger. Although she’s wearing another sweater dress that skims her curves and makes my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth. But she’s pulled another sweater over top of it and I raise my eyebrows.
She turns to the baker and now I’m looking at her gorgeously round ass. There’s not one part of this woman that’s not perfect for me.
“I’ve got to go. I’m going to do some work from home after I take Princessa for a walk. Her new harness arrives and she wants to show off her bling!”
The baker laughs and I follow her out the door, smiling when Chrissy hands over the leash quickly. Like a little hot potato.
But then she turns around before she runs away. “So have you got your doctor’s appointment set yet? Get your vitamins and all of that?”
Aspen shoots her a glare and points at me. “Did you forget about him?”
Now I’m curious. Very curious.
“You need to tell him, Aspen. You know how I feel about that. He deserves to know.”
“No.” Her full mouth purses in a mutinous glare-off with her friend.
Chrissy sighs and growls. “It’s not fair to him. You know how I feel about this. I can’t support you. If my mom had ever bothered telling my dad he might have been around instead of running off and enlisting in the military, getting himself killed.”
Aspen seems to shrink into herself. Chrissy finally growls and stares at me. “You better get her to talk, buddy.” Then she stomps off.
“What is she talking about, Aspen?”
“Nothing,” she hisses.
But I see her hand creep up and settle on her stomach and my belly rolls. The nausea, the talk of Chrissy’s father.
“You are pregnant,” I growl under my breath.
She squeaks and reaches down to grab the cat, cuddling it close and blocking me from seeing her belly. “No,” she huffs. But she won’t look me in the face.
I reach over and grasp her chin gently but firmly. “You’re pregnant and it’s mine.”
“It’s mine.”
“You know what I mean,” I groan. “I’m the father.”
“I could have been sleeping with a bunch of men. You don’t know.”
“You told me that it had been a long time since you were with anyone,” I remind her.
“Maybe I’ve been sleeping with every man in town since then.”
“You are one stubborn woman, sweetheart. But I can always ask my attorney about doing a paternity test if you insist.”
Her shoulders slump. “Fine. It’s your baby. So what? That doesn’t mean you have to be involved with anything. I can raise this baby on my own. I pretty much think it’s my best option.”
I smirk. “I’m sure you do, baby. But I intend to be involved in my baby’s life. You’ve got yourself a co-parent for at least the next eighteen years.”
“Until you get bored,” she huffs.
“I’m not taking off on you, sweetheart. No matter how much you wish I would.”
“We’ll see.”
She walks away with her kitty and I have to fight the need to follow her and take care of her.
She turns back after a few steps and glares haughtily at me. “You know now. But don’t think that you’re going to use this to get what you want, Micah Johannson. I am fully capable of doing this wedding and doing it so well that we won’t need you. But this is what they want so I’m willing to deal with you.”
“You’re going to be dealing with me for a long time, sweetheart.”
“That’s another thing. We’ll have to talk more later. But for now I don’t want anyone else to know about this baby. It’s bad luck to tell people before the second trimester anyway. And I’m barely into it.”
I nod my head like I understand but I’m still stunned. I’m going to have a baby with this woman. This woman who’s been haunting me for months now. I can’t forget about her no matter how hard I try.
And now I have to wonder…do I really want to forget about her? She’s going to be the mother of my child. That thought alone makes me so fucking happy that my heart swells with happiness.
What does all of this mean? And how am I going to raise a baby with a woman that makes me want to rip her damn clothes off every time I turn around?