Chapter 16
16
Christian
S he’s even more beautiful than I remember. Emily’s golden hair is tied up in a messy bun, and her face is free of make-up. But her features are delicate and innocent, and those pink lips utterly kissable. Her body’s hidden behind loose clothes, yet I can still make out her enormous breasts, as well as that round rear end and thick thighs. I long to bite her in her most sensitive spots, making her scream with pleasure, before licking those same spots to soothe her pain.
But first, the golden girl needs to explain how the fuck we got here. How she survived the fire, and why she never looked for me, much less told me about our son.
“Start talking,” I bite out, trying not to shout. “Don’t leave anything out.”
She takes a deep breath and fixes me with a look.
“Okay, but can you sit first? It makes me nervous to have you looming in this small space, and your head’s almost touching the ceiling. Just sit.”
I have half a mind to sit down and then pull her over my lap for a spanking on that round backside, but I manage to stop myself and sit, albeit ungraciously. Emily’s right. This trailer is a piece of shit, and far too small for my son. It looks to be held together by duct tape and super glue, what with the cracked windows and faded linoleum.
But there’s time for that later.
“Start talking,” I rasp, my expression furious. “Don’t stop until it’s done.”
Emily’s blue eyes spark at my command, but she pulls out a chair for herself at the rickety two-person dining table and crosses her legs.
“So I escaped the fire,” she begins.
“I can see that,” I snark.
The blonde throws me a hateful look, her chin trembling.
“Do you mind? Give me a chance to tell my story, okay?”
“Be my guest,” I retort in a nasty tone. Emily’s fists grip together in a tight squeeze, but then she audibly exhales before relaxing her fingers.
“I drove your truck downtown,” she begins. “But the road was blocked. I can’t remember what was blocking it because I was so panicked, and there was fire everywhere. Maybe a tree. Maybe a light pole. I don’t know. But I got out of the car and ran for the lake. You know that downtown is only a few hundred feet from the shores of Lake Tahoe, and that’s what saved me. I jumped into the water, and treaded water for as long as I could. It was scary, Christian. The flames came all the way to the edge of the lake, and embers were shooting everywhere. My arms and legs felt numb because the water was freezing, and I thought I was going to die.”
I shoot her a glare.
“You got into a freezing lake with my baby in your belly?”
She shoots me an icy look right back.
“I didn’t know I was pregnant then,” she bites out bitterly. “We’d only been fucking for a little while, so how could I have known? But some first responders finally came, and they managed to haul me from the water. I was suffering from hypothermia, shock, and a host of other things, and they put me into an ambulance and took me to the hospital straightway. I was there for a while, Christian. A couple weeks in fact, and it was there that the doctors informed me I was pregnant.”
I squint.
“It had only been a couple weeks. Can they tell so fast?”
Emily deflates a little.
“I guess so because Blaze was already growing in me. But right, I found out about the baby and panicked. I admit that, Christian, and I’m sorry. But we also weren’t using protection, so you knew there was a possibility. Yes, you came in my ass a lot. Yes, you pulled out before coming in my pussy, but even one drop is enough, and it happened. I got pregnant, and I had your baby in secret.”
This is where the pedal hits the metal. My fists clench on my thighs as I pin her with an accusing look.
“Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you come look for me in Vegas? Why didn’t you tell anyone ? Did you not care about how I felt, or maybe that I’d like to know I have a fucking son ?”
Emily shoots me a warning look as my voice rises in volume.
“I’m sorry,” I rasp in a desperate whisper. “But tell me, Emily! Make me understand!”
She exhales again, taking her time before giving me an answer.
“I didn’t say anything because you were in the middle of a contentious divorce from my mother. Pamela even brought me to the cabin to stake her claim, remember? I couldn’t get in the middle of your issues with my mom because it’s not my place.”
I’m still delirious with anger.
“But you don’t think Pamela would want to know about her own grandchild ?”
Emily shakes her head while swallowing heavily.
“No, because Pamela would use the knowledge against you, Christian. Imagine it. Not only would she make sure the judge knew that you were fucking her daughter, but also that you knocked me up. Then she’d use some bullshit excuse about getting child support, or grand-child support, or whatever. Things would only turn out worse than they already have.”
My voice shakes as I look at the curvy girl.
“Emily,” I say in as calm of a tone as I can muster. “Have you kept in touch with your mother? Because Pamela loved you, you know.”
“I haven’t,” the young woman mumbles in a quiet voice while dashing a tear from her cheek. “It killed me to keep quiet, but I couldn’t! Your divorce from her already had dragged on forever, and I couldn’t throw more kindling onto the fire. It would only make things worse.”
This time, my heart breaks because my sweet girl has made an awful mistake.
“Emily,” I begin in a low tone. “Pamela loved you. She adored you more than life itself, and we thought you were dead. Your mother fell apart at the news, and descended into a deep depression. We tried everything. Drugs, medication, talk therapy, even electroconvulsive therapy to try and shock her brain out of her funk. Nothing worked.”
The low tone of my voice warns Emily and she jerks her head up to meet my eyes, horror in her gaze.
“Oh no,” she begins. “No, no, no.”
“Yes,” I say in a quiet voice, holding her eyes with my own. “Pamela loved you, and after you died, she never recovered. Pamela passed of a broken heart about a year ago, Emily. Your mother asked to be buried with the words “Loving Mother” at the top of her tombstone because she adored you so much. Despite everything, you were the center of her life.”
“No, no, no!” Emily cries, her face dropping into her hands. “I never meant for it to turn out like this!”
I move and gently pull her up from her chair, before cradling her sobbing form in my strong arms.
“I know,” I hush against her hair. “This isn’t how things were supposed to be at all. We were supposed to be a family, in all of our fucked-up glory. But none of that happened, and now, it’s all gone.”
Emily can’t reply because she’s overcome with grief. Her narrow shoulders shake in my arms, and I’d do anything to help the woman I love through this terrible time. But all I can do is to hold her ... and pray.