Chapter 20
“ D on’t puke. Don’t puke. Don’t puke. Don’t-” Dylan mumbled frantically as her grip tightened around the steering wheel only to decide that talking wasn’t helping.
In fact, some might argue that it was making it worse. A lot worse, Dylan decided as the nausea that had been threatening to knock her on her ass since she made the mistake of having that second helping of scrambled eggs this morning had her slumping over onto her side with a groan.
That was immediately followed by a whimper, the decision to squeeze her eyes shut, and willing her stomach to stop doing whatever it was doing and take mercy on her. She really didn’t need this right now, Dylan thought as she was forced to curl up into the fetal position and-
She was definitely going to be sick, which was a problem since she was currently curled up in the fetal position in her truck and parked somewhere that she wasn’t supposed to be.
She was hoping to surprise Quinn, but something, mostly the group of Bradfords currently surrounding her truck, told her that wasn’t a good idea.
She-
Whimpered when the knock came at her passenger side window, letting her know that her time was up, which would have normally been an issue, but today, she came prepared.
Not bothering to open her eyes, Dillion reached down and felt around the floor until she found the large Tupperware container of cookies that she’d brought, hoping to use them to bribe her way into Quinn’s trailer.
She picked up the container and placed it on the dashboard before she reached over and ran her fingers over the passenger side door until she found what she was looking for and rolled down the window.
Once it was down, she reached for the container of cookies, bitch-slapping the dashboard as she went until she found them, picked them up and-
Sighed when they were snatched out of her hand.
She waited a moment until she heard the telltale sounds of Bradfords bitch-slapping each other before she reached over, pulled on the handle and did her best to shove it open the rest of the way.
That was followed by gagging, panicking, and a whimper here and there to make sure that this was a memorable moment before she reached back down and searched for the plastic bag she picked up at the pharmacy and-
“You’re not supposed to be here,” Tristan drawled, leaving Dylan with no choice but to open her eyes and found herself wondering if glaring was hereditary.
She opened her mouth, decided against it, squeezed her eyes closed, and when that was followed by her stomach violently turning, Dylan settled for shoving the bag in Tristan’s hands.
“Oh, God…” came the panicked response that had her gesturing for him to get on with it.
Thankfully, he understood what “it” was and handed her back her bag before reaching for her and gently pulling her out of the truck, and when she didn’t puke, carefully throwing her over his shoulder.
As they made their way across Blackwood Manor’s front lawn, they were met with the sounds of more bitch slapping, gasps of outrage, and-
“Those are my cookies, asshole!”
“Does Quinn know you’re here?” Tristan asked while Dylan hung there, desperately searching for the will to live as she was jostled in a way that her stomach really didn’t appreciate.
“I didn’t want to ruin the surprise,” she mumbled weakly against his back.
“He’ll definitely be surprised,” Tristan said as she felt him make his way up the steps to Tristan’s trailer and-
“You handed Blackwood Manor over to him ?” came the shrieked demand that had Dylan frowning as she turned her head and-
Realized that she’d never seen her sister this pissed before.
“You really didn’t leave me with much of a choice,” Dylan said before she cleared her throat to get Tristan to put her down and-
“What the hell are you doing here?” came the question that drew her attention to find her husband glaring at her, which at this point was to be expected.
“I didn’t break our deal,” Dylan said as Tristan carefully set her down on her feet only to end up grabbing onto her arm when the nausea that was making it really difficult to think right now, threatened to drop her on her ass.
“Then, what are you doing here?” Quinn demanded as she discreetly shoved the pharmacy bag in her pocket when she caught Jenn sending it a curious look.
“I’m here for sex,” Dylan said with a firm nod that her stomach really didn’t appreciate and couldn’t help but notice that the muscle in his jaw was already throbbing.
So, she decided to follow that up by gesturing towards Tristan, who was thankfully still holding onto her and stopping her from falling on her ass, and added, “With him.”
“You’re sleeping with Tristan?” Brooke asked in a tone that clearly stated that she didn’t believe her, which she really didn’t appreciate at the moment.
“Yes,” Dylan said with a firm nod. “All the time.”
“Jesus Christ,” Tristan said, reaching up to rub the back of his neck with a heavy sigh while her husband gave her a look that really said it all.
He was going to spank her ass.
“Let me get this straight,” Brooke said, looking as though she was having a difficult time understanding this as she pointed at Tristan, “you’re sleeping with him?”
“Well, not right now. We took a break on the walk over here so that we could save our energy for round two,” Dylan said as she glanced at the bathroom door and-
She wasn’t going to make it.
“Why is he glaring at you?” Jenn asked as Dylan somehow resisted the urge to place her hand on her stomach and curl up into a ball on the floor, knowing that it would only lead to questions that she couldn’t answer right now.
“Because I wore him out?” Dylan said, hoping that would end this so that she could die in peace.
“Then, why was he carrying you?” Brooke asked as she glanced between the two of them.
“Because I’m worth it?” Dylan said, deciding that she was done talking now. That was followed by deciding that she was also done standing. As casually as she could, she started making her way to the couch only to stumble, right herself, and mutter pathetically to herself and-
“Get out,” Quinn said, and if she wasn’t sure that she was dying, she would have kissed the man.
“This isn’t over,” Brooke said, shooting her a glare as she stormed out of the trailer with Jenn by her side, making Dylan wonder why none of her exits were that good.
“Make sure they leave,” Quinn said as he watched Brooke and Jenn through the window for another minute.
“What’s going on?” Quinn demanded as Tristan quickly followed the women who’d made her childhood a living hell.
“Dying,” Dylan said as she fell over onto the couch and-
Nope.
Not a good idea, slapping her hand over her mouth, she struggled to get back up only to find herself picked up, carried to the bathroom and-
Made sure that this day would always be remembered.
Once she was done, Dylan reached into her pocket and grabbed the pharmacy bag before shoving it in his hands.
She followed that up by snatching his toothbrush off the counter, doing the same with his toothpaste, and squeezing an unholy amount onto his toothbrush before spending the next five minutes scrubbing every inch of her mouth while Quinn stood there, staring helplessly down at the bag in his hands and-
“Why did you get three different pregnancy tests?” he asked, looking genuinely confused.
“I like to be thorough,” Dylan muttered as she reached up and snatched the bag out of his hands.
“Are you sure?” Quinn asked as she pulled herself up only to decide that she was actually good where she was when the nausea that wouldn’t stop threatened to make her go for a second round.
“It’s either that or I’m dying,” she said, deciding that it was now or never and gestured for him to close the door.
After a slight hesitation, he did, leaving her to pull herself up on trembling legs as she shoved her pants down along with her panties and pulled the first test out of the bag as she sat down.
Telling herself that everything would be fine, she opened the box, pulled the test out and spent the next minute doing her best not to panic.
When she was done, she placed the test on the back of the toilet, cleaned up, opened the door and-
“Well?” Quinn asked, looking nervous.
“It takes five minutes,” Dylan said, moving to walk past him only to find herself picked up and carried to the couch.
Once he placed her on the couch, she closed her eyes and promptly fell over onto her side, shifted, slowly exhaled, and then gestured for him to get on with it.
“She filed an injunction to stop construction on Blackwood Manor,” came the announcement that they’d expected from the very beginning.
When they decided to do this, they realized that having B.T.
Construction working on Blackwood Manor would give them away, so she transferred ownership over to Quinn with the agreement that she would get it back as soon as Blackwood Manor was finished.
“How did she take finding out that I handed it over to you?” Dylan asked, already having a pretty good idea.
“Exactly how you’d expect,” Quinn said as she heard him pacing the floor.
“That must have been fun,” Dylan said, cracking one eye open so that she could watch him as he moved, looking lost in thought as she noted the hopeful look in his eye while he kept glancing towards the bathroom.
“It was a blast,” he said, swallowing hard as she watched him give up on waiting and made his way back into the bathroom only to stumble out of the bathroom a moment later with a look on his face that told her everything that she needed to know.
He wanted this baby more than anything and so did she, Dylan realized.
She just hated knowing what had to happen now.