Chase (Resisting Love #1)(64)

“It just happened Chase,” he says softly, like it makes it any better. “One thing led to another and...”

I keep walking towards the door. “Son!” he calls out.

“I am not your f*cking son,” I retort.

I stop, and turn around, remembering the reason I was here. I walk back to Aubrey’s door and knock. She opens it, now wearing a robe, looking a mixture of smug and embarrassed. “I just need to know the f*cking truth. Who was her father?” I demand, wanting to shake her. She frowns, her face slipping.

“It wasn’t you, Chase,” she says softly.

“If you are f*cking lying to me, Aubrey, I will make your life a living f*cking hell!” I hiss at her.

“I swear, it wasn’t. But Lilly would have looked like you, because...” She trails off looking behind her. I follow her gaze, straight onto my father’s guilty looking face.

“Lilly? You were her father?” I bark at my father, the violence in my voice causes him to take a step back. “You wanted me to marry Aubrey, why then? Because you were never going to marry her? This is so f*cked up!”

“I’m sorry...” he says.

“Fuck your sorry,” I interrupt, the vehemence in my voice surprising even me. “I’m done; the both of you live a happy life, because you f*cking deserve each other. Oh and Aubrey, get my dad to buy you a new house. This house is in my name, and I’ll give you a month to move out.”

With that I walk out, leaving both my ex, and my own father in the dust.

An hour later I walk into my house, where Layla is having a nap on our bed. “Hey Chase,” she says in a sleepy voice, as the rouses. Fuck but she’s sexy. And she is honest, and real. She is a breath of fresh air. “How did it go with Aubrey?” she asks in a soft voice, whilst tying her hair in a bun on the top of her head.

“Lilly wasn’t mine,” is all I tell her. No, she wasn’t mine, but she was my baby sister. I will always love Lilly.

“I’m sorry. Come here, I’ll take care of you,” she says, reaching for me.

I don’t tell Layla about my father and Aubrey. I’m not tarnishing her with that shit. She is now in my arms, and I feel a sense of peace.

Layla is all I need, to breathe, to live, to thrive.



Layla



Okay, so I’m a coward.

I decided to tell my mother on the phone about my pregnancy. I’ve picked up the phone about ten times in the last thirty minutes, only to chicken out at the very last minute. I exhale hard, and finally gather enough courage to dial the number.

Thirty minutes later, I’m still getting lectured. After a while though, she calms down.

“When is the wedding?” She demands.

“Mum, I want to get married after; I don’t want to get married whilst being pregnant!” I whine.

“You should have thought about that before, don’t you think?” she spits out. Ugh.

She puts my father on, and he actually seems happy to be a grandfather. I promise to come and visit them soon.

Chase called his mother, who was off in Italy somewhere. She was so happy for us, and I ended up chatting with her for over an hour. She said she will be here for the wedding and the birth of her first grandchild. Chase and I are both thrilled.

Everything was finally going right.

******

Layla



“You aren’t going to that f*cking animal shelter. I’ve already called up and said you can’t volunteer anymore!” Chase explodes.

“You did what?” I gape.

“You are pregnant, those dogs could jump on you, or bite you for f*ck sake, Layla!” he’s yelling now.

I sigh. Chase has been so over protective. “Okay, fine,” I concede. I guess it wouldn’t be safe, really. First he called my work and quit for me, and now this. But I know he’s just worried about the baby.

“Okay?” he asks, suspicious.

“Yes, okay,” I repeat softly.

He sighs in relief. I had to take time off from University too. My life is taking a different turn, but I’m not upset about it. My family comes first.

“Can we have make up sex now?” he asks frankly.

I roll my eyes.

“Get in the room Mr. Jackson!” I demand.

Chase grins, picks me up into his arms, and heads for the room.





Chapter Thirty Five


I stare in the mirror and rub my belly. I am huge. If another person says to me ‘You must be due any day now,’ I think I am going to scream. I am eight months pregnant, another whole month to go. We left the sex of the baby a surprise. Chase is sure it’s a little girl, but I think it’s a boy. I walk into the nursery. Chase painted it a soft yellow, and it has a white cot, chest of drawers, and a rocking chair in the corner. There is a feature wall; Chase paid an artist to design it. It’s a jungle theme, the wall covered in trees, a lake and various animals. It is stunning. My favorite part of it is the huge sunset. Chase walks up behind me, wrapping his arms around my belly. He buries his face in my hair, breathing in my scent.

“Not long now, for little Ariana,” he whispers.

I scoff, “More like Nate.” That was my name for the week. I’ve changed it a million times.

“What happened to Aiden,” he asks, smiling.