Chase (Resisting Love #1)(59)

Chase chuckles. “I’m pretty sure we’re not the first ones, baby.” I scrunch up my nose at the thought. We snuggle for a moment before I go to the bath room to clean up. I then walk into my room to find it cleared out, empty. Am I being kicked out?

“Ummm Chase?” I call out.

I can hear him chuckle.

“Come on, baby, we’re going for a drive,” he calls out. I walk out, curious, and allow him to lead me to his car. He glares at the motorcycle on the way out and mumbles, “No more motorcycle for you.” I roll my eyes. We drive to his apartment building, and I give him a suspicious look, getting a wicked grin in return.

“Chase, you didn’t?” I drawl.

Instead of answering, he just gives me a sly grin.

“Chase?”

He opens the car door and helps me get out.

“Chase, it’s not really necessary to...”

“Get used to it, Layla.” He demands through a smile.

We walk into his apartment, and the first thing I see is that it has been refurnished. Eyes wide I look around, and it looks really good. Chase takes me into his bedroom and that’s when I see all my stuff. Already unpacked. In his room.

“Did you... move me into your apartment?” I ask, still in shock.

“I did, perfect idea don’t you think?” He looks pretty happy with himself.

I narrow my eyes at him. “And if I don’t want to live here? I quite like living with your brothers, you know.” I glance up at him innocently, baiting him.

But he just gives me a grin, dimple in full effect, and says “Challenge accepted.”

I roll my eyes. Then I grab my man and take him to bed.

******

I’m sitting in bed, cross legged, reading my kindle.

“Is this a new bed?” I ask Chase curiously.

“Yes, why?”

“Just asking,” I mused.

Chase glances up at me, from his prone position on the bed, and raises a brow in question.

“Just wondering if you’ve had any women in his bed,” I mumble.

The humor in Chase’s eyes dims. “Layla..” he starts.

“Never mind,” I try to back track, avoiding eye contact with him.

“Layla, look at me,” he demands. I slowly raise my eyes to his. He meets my gaze and takes my kindle and puts it down, and pulls me closer to him.

“There has been no other woman in this apartment, except you,” he says softly, brushing his nose with mine. He skims the line of my jaw with his mouth, placing soft butterfly kisses.

“So don’t worry about those things any more, okay, baby, cos I’m all yours, forever,” he whispers in my ear.

He puts his hand on my stomach. “This is the start of our family, and I couldn’t be happier. I couldn’t be prouder, and I couldn’t possibly love anyone more than I love you, and our child.”

I begin to tear up, damn hormones. Chase chuckles. I elbow him.

We snuggle together for a little while, him stroking my hair.

“I’m getting better at these little speeches aren’t I?” he says, now amused. I narrow my eyes at him, and he gives me a roguish smile. “So when are you going to marry me,” he asks suddenly.

“Was that meant to be a proposal?” I ask, instantly offended, searching his eyes for any indication that he was serious.

He gives me a crooked grin.

“You don’t have to propose just because you knocked me up,” I say bluntly.

“Please don’t tell you’re serious?” he says in an odd tone.

I shrug.

His eyes narrow to slits. “Well, f*ck,” he says under his breath.

He reaches into the top drawer of the side table and pulls out an elegant black box. He opens it and a gorgeous princess cut white gold ring stares up at me. It’s beautiful. I gasp.

“Layla, I love you, everything about you. I always have and I always will. From the moment I saw you, I knew that no one would ever compare to you. Would you please do me the honor of being my wife?” he asks tenderly, his eyes hungry on mine.

“Yes,” I whisper, getting teary eyed yet again. He puts the ring on my finger, and it fits perfectly. Just like us.

“By the way, I bought that ring for you a long time ago. Before I knew that we were having a baby. I’ll always take care of you baby, we were born to love each other,” he pulls me in for a long greedy kiss.

******

It’s my first doctor’s appointment. Chase is right next to me, looking in awe at the little dot on the monitor. “She’s beautiful,” he whispers reverently. He is sure it is a little girl.

I laugh, which earns me a scowl. “Seriously Chase, I can’t even see anything,” I complain again. The doctor shows me for the third time and I nod and smile. I still don’t see him or her. I feel like Rachel on friends right now. I go home with a little ultrasound picture, and a very proud daddy. Chase is literally beaming, and it makes me so happy to see. I don’t know how I could have ever thought he wouldn’t want this child. I feel stupid in retrospect. Chase sticks the photo on the fridge, causing me to giggle.

“What?” he asks a slight trace of a smile on his lips.

“Aren’t you all domestic?” I tease.

“Why, because I stuck the photo on the fridge?”