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He kisses me and then rolls us over, pulling me on top of him. I straddle him, his cock still inside of me, and I can feel myself still trembling with the aftershocks of our orgasms. I rise on my knees and then lean forward, his cock slipping out of me, and we both groan at the sudden lack of contact.
It's going to be okay. We'll make it.
We're together now...and I'm not going anywhere.
He lifts his hands and cups my cheeks, kissing my forehead. "Thank you for having my baby," he whispers.
"Thank you for wanting our baby," I whisper back.
"I want everything with you," he says.
"Then let's make it happen," I say.
And as I begin to move my hips, sitting up and grinding against him, he smiles at me and leans up to kiss me. I know he'll be ready for round two soon...he always is.
"I love you, Sophia," he murmurs against my lips.
"I love you, too," I whisper.
And I do. I love him...I love this...I love everything about my life right now. I don't care about anything else. I don't care if my parents disapprove, I don't care what people will say, I don't care if they think I'm stupid. I don't care if my family shuns me. None of that matters.
I have Ryan, and I have this baby...and my life is about to change.
Who knew that when I got mugged, it would change everything?
Chapter thirty
Sophia
I've always taken care of myself. I've always hustled, played the game, held down multiple jobs. I've never stopped to breathe, to just live rather than strive to thrive.
But pregnancy does some stuff that makes that more difficult. This pregnancy makes me tired like I've never been before, nauseous most days...and more than that, it makes me think about how I want my life to be.
It's not like this, I don't think.
That's how I find myself getting in the elevator at the White Oak Society one last time, my heart in my throat and tears in my eyes. I've been at the White Oak for years—for most of my adult life—and I can't believe this is my last day. I'm confident in my decision, but especially with my hormones raging, it feels like this is the end of something beautiful and wonderful.
It's an ending to a certain time in my life when I moved from house to house, pet sitting and doing gig work. When I went out and danced with Bryn and Madison and Trip...when I was the girl who knew every damn thing about the White Oak Society.
I get out at the employee floor, then I walk forward and scan my keycard. I told Trip I would hand it over to him since he's taking over as manager, but he insisted I keep it for when I'm visiting the city and want to pick up a shift. That's how it ended up covered in little notes and signatures, packed full of words in black Sharpie.
I open the door, bracing myself for the torrent of emotions...
...and I'm shocked to find that no one is here.
What the actual hell?
My manager instincts kick in, and I'm immediately hit with a wave of sincere annoyance. It's my last day, and no one showed up on time. I huff out a breath and frown as I stride forward, the baby kicking along with me like they're just as frustrated as I am. I stash my bag in my locker—which is empty now when it used to be decorated with photographs and greeting cards—and I slam it shut as I huff out a breath and pull out my phone.
No texts from Trip, from Bryn...from anyone.
I feel a pang of hurt in my chest. I know I shouldn't take it personally, but it's hard not to. Did they forget about me? Did they not care that today is my last day? Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, and I take a deep breath, trying to compose myself.
I'm not going to let them ruin my last day here.
I head to the taproom to check the barrels and make sure we're all set for tonight—and I send an annoyed text to Bryn and Trip with nothing more than a collection of exclamation and question marks. I'm about to go upstairs to start prepping the club for guests tonight—since no one else showed up to do it—when I hear a sudden chime from the floor above.
...that sounded an awful lot like Bryn's ringtone.
