Because you’re acting like a brat, and you know that bad girls get punished.
I quickly stow my phone back in my bag and try to act normal. Not the absolute hot, turned-on mess that I’m feeling. Dinner continues without any incident until we get to dessert, when Chloe’s Nan decides it would be a great time to question when she’s going to be a great-grandmother.
“It better be soon, this old ticker hasn’t got long left,” she continues.
“Nan, stop it! We’re not even married yet.” Chloe hisses, but it’s too late, the whole table is now invested in this conversation.
“Well, you will be by Sunday, and you’re my only hope right now. Your other sisters aren’t even dating anyone. Take one for the team, Chloe.”
I burst out laughing, as does a good portion of the table. Nana Pearl has always been a favourite of mine.
“Well, I’m sorry Nan but I’m not Paige.” My laughter dies a quick death. Excuse me now? Why the fuck am I getting dragged into this? All eyes turn to me.
“Leave me out of this, Chloe.” I warn.
Nana Pearl’s curious eyes turn my way. “Are you pregnant, dear?”
***
Grayson
I very nearly choke on my wine at the question directed at Paige. Pregnant? My mind goes straight to the scene in the bath earlier, when my cum was dripping out of her. I imagine filling her upagain and again, pumping my cum into her fertile womb.Fuck me.I never wanted children. I have Edward, who was an accident, an accident I wouldn’t change for the world, but still an accident. I certainly haven’t thought about having any more. The one I have, being one more than I planned on having. So, why is the thought of Paige, pregnant with my child, such a turn on? I’m rock fucking hard under this table right now.
“Chloe, what the hell? Keep me out of this!” Paige’s voice breaks into my thoughts.
“I’m just telling Nan I’m not you. Unlike you, I don’t want to be a young mum.” She turns to her Nan, ready to continue the conversation at Paige’s expense. Unaware she just dropped a bomb into my lap. Paige wants to be a mum? She wants kids soon?
“You want to be a mum, Paige? Soon?” Nana Pearl is not letting Paige off the hook so soon. I’ve never been so grateful to her. I want the answer to this too.
Paige’s face heats, hating the attention which is directed at her.
“Nana, I’m not dating anyone.”Yes, you are sweetheart. You’re dating me.This is a conversation we’ll be having when we get back to the room.
“I think talking about my future children is a little premature. Plus, no offence Nana, but when I do have kids, I won’t be making you a great-grandmother, we’re not related.”
“Oh pish-posh, Paige, you’re my grand-daughter too. Always have been.” Her matter of fact attitude is so incredibly heart-warming. I can tell Paige is taken aback, she was not expecting that. Nana Pearl continues, as if she didn’t just render Paige speechless.
“Well, answer me, dear? You want to be a mum?” Paige seems incapable of answering, still stuck on being referred to as Pearl’s grand-daughter. Chloe, however, doesn’t have a problem answeringfor Paige at all, more than happy to take the limelight of children off of her and David.
“Paige has always wanted to be a mum; even when we were kids, she would dream of getting married and having children. She’s always wanted to have them relatively young. She wants to be able to do everything with them.”
“Chloe!” Paige exclaims, finally finding her voice again.
“What? It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I love how you’ve always wanted that. You want it all, the job, the husband, the kids. I think it’s admirable.”
“Well, hurry up then, dear. Seems I was gunning after the wrong child. Find yourself a man and pump a couple of kids out,” Nana Pearl orders, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world. Paige just shakes her head.
“Sure thing, Nana, I’ll get on that for you.” Her response is just to end the conversation, but I know better. That’s it then. I’m becoming a father again in my forties. Over my dead body will another man fuck a baby into my woman.
Chapter 7
Grayson
There are pivotal times in your life, times that change the course of your future. Seeing Paige’s picture was one of those, I just didn’t realise it at the time. Tonight, at dinner, that was another. That was the moment she became my future. This girl, this woman, will be my future, my wife, the mother of my children, my everything. I just need to convince her of that.
Sitting across the table from her, not touching her, not holding her hand, not being able to let everyone know that she’s mine; was torture. I’m not usually a needy man, but with her, I am. I’d give up everything for her; my home, my job, the company I’ve built from the ground up, all of it would be gone if it guaranteed me her. I’m done playing; I’m done pretending this is just for a weekend. She’s mine. Forever.
I’m holding her hand, walking back to the room, finally touching her like I’ve been needing to all night. My steps slow to match her smaller ones, my mind playing over the words in my head, the words I need to say when we get back to the room. The silence between us, for now, is comfortable, both just content to be with each other. I pause outside our door, turning her to face me, I place a gentle kiss on her lips, and then I turn back and let us into the room. Into what I hope will be our future. I lead her to the chairs by the window, but instead of sitting her in my lap, like I did earlier, I take the seat next to her, needing to see her when I say what I’m about to.
