then I woke up the next day and the day after that and so on, and I managed to just be happy. I got hopeful and all that stupid emotional stuff because it was done, and as the eternal optimist that my dumb ass is, I saw only good things if it turned out I was pregnant.”
“It’s scary, huh?”
She laughs and I see her blush a little as she looks back at me.
“Terrifying. I feel like shit all the time and I’m alone in this and I never…it never crossed my mind that I would be this way. I saw how happy Callie was, but I never once stopped to think that she was okay because Jack was there and he made her feel like it was all going to be okay. I really should have thought this through better, because I feel like hell and I am terrified of going through this alone for the next seven months.”
“You don’t have to be alone in this, Luce. I can be there for you every step of the way.”
“Cage—”
“No. Just hear me out, okay? I know that you won’t believe that I love you, and I don’t blame you one bit for your lack of trust. I totally deserve it all and then some. I know that. But the truth is that I do. I love you so much it fucking hurts knowing that I ruined the only good thing that’s ever happened to me. I don’t expect you to ever love me or want me again, but if you let me be here for you and get you through this, I swear to God I won’t let you down,” I say vehemently, taking her hand in mine. “I can move in here. No, you should move in with me since my penthouse apartment is bigger, and…and I can go with you to the doctor appointments and those classes that teach you how to get through the birth. I can be there for you when you’re sick and can’t take care of yourself.”
“Cage…”
“Please. Please, Luci. Please don’t tell me that we can’t at least be friends. Please forgive me enough to let me do this. I won’t pressure you to do anything you don’t want to do, and I swear, if you say yes I will never let you down again.”
I feel like I’m walking a tightrope without a net as her eyes go misty and she stares at me for the longest time, just stares and seems to look right through me.
“I’m a handful right now,” she warns.
“I can handle it.”
“I puke all the time and I cry for no reason.”
“I’ll buy tissues.”
“I’m a bitch in the mornings.”
“That’s okay. I’m an asshole before the first cup of coffee anyway, so we can be miserable together,” I counter, seeing her lips twitch.
I know I have her when I squeeze her hand and she squeezes back, seeming to regain her strength.
“Thank you, Cage.”
We’re back in business.
All I have to do now is figure out how to seduce a pregnant woman and make her so dependent on me, she won’t want to ever leave me again.
Chapter Eight
Dorothy, That House of Yours Fell on Me When it Wound Up in Oz.
Luci
It’s all so surreal that I want to say I fell down the rabbit hole, drank both potions, and met a talking rabbit and the Mad Hatter all in the same moment.
Or maybe I just wound up meeting a scarecrow, lion, and tin man.
That’s how I feel a month later when I drag a shirt over my burgeoning belly and look down at yet another new article of clothing that doesn’t fit me.
“Hey, babe? You ready?” Cage calls from outside my door as I scowl at my reflection in the mirror and snarl in disgust.
I’m three going on four months pregnant right now and I look like I swallowed half the football team along with the Goddamn ball! I’ve been shopping once already when none of my pants or shirts fit anymore and Cage came home a week ago with a whole new wardrobe when he noticed that I was popping the buttons on all my blouses.
And here I am again, looking like a freaking ten-year-old in his five-year-old baby brother’s clothes. My boobs are so big they need their own zip code, and I can’t turn a corner
“It’s scary, huh?”
She laughs and I see her blush a little as she looks back at me.
“Terrifying. I feel like shit all the time and I’m alone in this and I never…it never crossed my mind that I would be this way. I saw how happy Callie was, but I never once stopped to think that she was okay because Jack was there and he made her feel like it was all going to be okay. I really should have thought this through better, because I feel like hell and I am terrified of going through this alone for the next seven months.”
“You don’t have to be alone in this, Luce. I can be there for you every step of the way.”
“Cage—”
“No. Just hear me out, okay? I know that you won’t believe that I love you, and I don’t blame you one bit for your lack of trust. I totally deserve it all and then some. I know that. But the truth is that I do. I love you so much it fucking hurts knowing that I ruined the only good thing that’s ever happened to me. I don’t expect you to ever love me or want me again, but if you let me be here for you and get you through this, I swear to God I won’t let you down,” I say vehemently, taking her hand in mine. “I can move in here. No, you should move in with me since my penthouse apartment is bigger, and…and I can go with you to the doctor appointments and those classes that teach you how to get through the birth. I can be there for you when you’re sick and can’t take care of yourself.”
“Cage…”
“Please. Please, Luci. Please don’t tell me that we can’t at least be friends. Please forgive me enough to let me do this. I won’t pressure you to do anything you don’t want to do, and I swear, if you say yes I will never let you down again.”
I feel like I’m walking a tightrope without a net as her eyes go misty and she stares at me for the longest time, just stares and seems to look right through me.
“I’m a handful right now,” she warns.
“I can handle it.”
“I puke all the time and I cry for no reason.”
“I’ll buy tissues.”
“I’m a bitch in the mornings.”
“That’s okay. I’m an asshole before the first cup of coffee anyway, so we can be miserable together,” I counter, seeing her lips twitch.
I know I have her when I squeeze her hand and she squeezes back, seeming to regain her strength.
“Thank you, Cage.”
We’re back in business.
All I have to do now is figure out how to seduce a pregnant woman and make her so dependent on me, she won’t want to ever leave me again.
Chapter Eight
Dorothy, That House of Yours Fell on Me When it Wound Up in Oz.
Luci
It’s all so surreal that I want to say I fell down the rabbit hole, drank both potions, and met a talking rabbit and the Mad Hatter all in the same moment.
Or maybe I just wound up meeting a scarecrow, lion, and tin man.
That’s how I feel a month later when I drag a shirt over my burgeoning belly and look down at yet another new article of clothing that doesn’t fit me.
“Hey, babe? You ready?” Cage calls from outside my door as I scowl at my reflection in the mirror and snarl in disgust.
I’m three going on four months pregnant right now and I look like I swallowed half the football team along with the Goddamn ball! I’ve been shopping once already when none of my pants or shirts fit anymore and Cage came home a week ago with a whole new wardrobe when he noticed that I was popping the buttons on all my blouses.
And here I am again, looking like a freaking ten-year-old in his five-year-old baby brother’s clothes. My boobs are so big they need their own zip code, and I can’t turn a corner
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