Chapter 14
14
Emily
I hardly have time to grasp what’s happening. One moment, I’m comforting Blaze, the baby sobbing in my arms as he screws his little fists into his eyes. The next, there’s a massive male figure looming over us, wrathful and practically shooting off sparks.
“What. The. Fuck ?” Christian bites out. “What the fuckity fuck?”
My cheeks go pale as all the blood drains from body, leaving me weak-kneed.
“Christian,” I gasp, eyes wide. “What are you doing here?”
Despite my terror at being confronted by my babydaddy, I can’t help but notice that the alpha male’s even more gorgeous than I remember. The mountain man is huge, at least six four, although his cheeks are hollowed somewhat, with dark circles under his eyes. His mouth is twisted with rage, and yet the woman inside me melts a bit, remembering how he worshipped my curves with those lips, kissing me where I’d never been kissed before. I remember those big hands too, coarse and roughened, and how he’d skim them over my body, careful never to hurt me even as he struggled to contain his lust.
I love you , the thought appears magically in my head. I’ve missed you so much, Christian. You can’t even begin to imagine how much I’ve longed for you.
But the man is staring wild-eyed at me, and then at the baby in my arms. The whites of his eyes show, and I swear, he’s about to start frothing at the mouth.
“Emily,” he rasps, his voice low with warning. “Tell me that that’s my son.”
“Christian, I can explain,” I say quickly, holding up one hand. “Blaze was conceived—”
“ Blaze ?” Christian roars. “You named our baby after a fucking fire? After what you put me through?”
“Christian,” I start again while trying to remain calm. People on the street are stopping to turn and stare because my man is causing a scene, and yet he doesn’t give a fuck. “I can explain, if you’ll just give me a chance—”
But the alpha male is incensed.
“ Tell me that’s my son !” he roars as those blue eyes throw sparks. His hands curl into fists at his sides, the knuckles white. “Or help me god, I will kill you myself, Emily! I will throttle you with these bare hands and –”
But now, Christian’s gone too far. The death threats alarm passerby, and a man steps forward, his arm up and expression concerned.
“Miss, is this man bothering you? Just let me know because I can get 9-1-1 here in a flash.”
I take a deep breath even as my baby wails. Then, I put a comforting hand onto my son’s back, lightly circling my palm to soothe him.
“No, I’m fine, thanks. Christian, I’m working right now, so I can’t talk. But come over around 7 p.m. tonight. I’m at the Stony Pines Park, Trailer 3E. I’ll see you then.”
Shooting a grateful look at the stranger, I nod. “Thank you for your help, but I’m okay. Have a good afternoon.” Then without a second glance, I place Blaze back into the stroller and begin to push my precious load of children down the street, spine ramrod straight. Yet as I walk, I can feel the billionaire’s eyes searing my curves. He takes in my thick waist, big bottom, and chunky thighs. After all, I have the body of a mother now .... because I had Christian Degas’s son in secret.