It only takes moments before the tiny sound of the heartbeat echoes through the room and I gasp, looking at the screen and seeing the baby’s face that’s inside of the woman who I will spend my life with as soon as I can figure out how to get out from under the fuckhead’s control. How to take care of him without it coming back on me?
“Well, it looks like you’re having a boy.” She smiles.
I gasp as I look over at Tatum and her eyes are watering as I feel pride coursing through me.
“A boy!” I almost shout at there with excitement. Her smile grows wide as she continues to just look at me. “We’re having a boy.”
Tatum’s eyes water over as she continues to look up at me, the smile growing so wide on her face that the sides of her eyes crinkle. And I think for a moment she lets herself live in the fantasy because she leans into me, pressing her lips to mine as we share the excitement.
She gasps as she pulls away from me and looks up, internally shaming herself for kissing me but I shake my head pulling her back to me and pressing my lips, hard against her, secretly hoping that they’ll bruise, so she’ll walk around with my claim on her.
“I’ll give you two a moment.” The tech says before I hear the door shut.
Pulling away from Tatum slightly, I look down at her, resting my head against hers again and smirk.
“I shouldn’t have.”
“It’s okay.”
“It’s not.” I can feel herself retreating into herself again.
“Stop it. I wouldn’t be here if he actually showed the fuck up.”
She cuts her eyes up at me for a moment.
“Don’t give me that look.” I cut my own eyes at her and, just like she’s always done, a small smirk spread on her face. “I will gladly be your stand in husband until…” I trail my sentence on purpose, tempting her to ask the question.
“Until what?”
“Until I actually am.”
“I don’t know why you’re like this with me.” She whispers, looking away, ashamed.
“Because you deserve it.” I whisper as I lean into her again and pressing my lips to her forehead once more. “And if I wasn’t such an idiot, none of this would have happened.”
?
I walk out of the office with her and down to the elevator.
She beams up at me and for a moment; I pretend that this can actually be how our life is. Walking hand in hand down the hallway, her rounding with my kid.
Once the elevator doors close, she looks over at me, whispering. “You can’t show up like this.”
“I know.” I nod my head, squeezing her hand in mine.
“I’m serious Zane.”
“I am too. I know I shouldn’t have come in.”
“No!” She snaps, slightly shouting, looking up at me and I can see the tears yet again in her eyes. “You can’t. If he finds out…”
“If he does anything, I’ll deal with him.” I’m gritting my teeth at her.
“You can’t.”
“I will.”
“Zane, you don’t understand.”
