Underestimated (63 page)

plant my roots alone. I was pretty sure that I was okay

with that. I needed a fresh start. My mother’s success had

made me feel like it was okay not to choose either one of

the men that I loved. Maybe I would find a man that loved

me as much as Jason loved her, and I would eventually

have a little girl as neat as Caroline.

I may be doing that sooner than planned. I was

freaking out one evening, pacing back and forth on the

deck.

“Hey, you okay?” my mom asked, coming to join

me.

“I don’t think that I am,” I said running my fingers

through my hair.

“Go play for a little bit, honey,” my mom told

Caroline when she came skipping around the other side.

“What’s going on, Morgan?” she asked.

“I’m late,” I stated.

“Oh, boy. How late are you?”

“Three days.”

“That’s not a lot,” she tried to make me feel better.

“It is for me. I’m never later.” This couldn’t be

happening right now. I was on the pill. I never missed a

pill, and I never missed a period. I would take my

mother’s advice and feed myself to the sharks if I was

pregnant.

“Do you want to go into town and get a test?” she

asked.

“No. That’s going to make it real,” I assured her.

She smiled. “Would this baby be Drew’s or the

sheriffs?”

I shook my head. My mother was going to deem me

a cheating slut without ever knowing the truth. “I couldn’t

even begin to pinpoint it. I slept with Drew the Friday

before I came here and Dawson the very next day.”

“I’m not going to judge you, Morgan,” she said as

though she was reading my mind. “I had three kids from

three different fathers. Caroline was the only one that was

conceived with the man I was married to.”

I snapped my head to her. “What do you mean?” I

asked.

“The drunken, low life father that you grew up

with isn’t Justin’s real dad either,” she admitted.

“He isn’t?”

She shook her head. “His dad was a trucker, Mad

Dog,” she added. I was sure she didn’t know his real

name. “I don’t think your dad was able to have kids. You

were seven by the time I had Justin, and I had never used

any form of birth control. I slept with a trucker once and

got pregnant.”

“Did he know?”

“He suspected, but I never admitted to it.”

“Oh God, mom. I can’t be pregnant. What the hell

am I going to do?”

“Let’s go to town,” she coaxed.

Caroline pouted because her dad told her that she

had to stay with him. I promised her that I would do

something fun with her later. That satisfied her, but she

still wanted to go along.

I rode with my head against the cool glass of my

BMW. My mother drove. I didn’t mind, I was having a

nervous breakdown. I was having a hard enough time

reminding myself to breathe. My mother tried to console

me, but it wasn’t working. I knew with everything in me

that I was pregnant. I just had a feeling. Going to buy a

pregnancy test was pointless. I knew it with everything in

me.

Jason took Caroline out to the beach to look for

sea glass so that we could have some privacy. I knew my

mother told him what was going on. I didn’t mind. I was

glad that she told him everything. That’s the way it should

be.

“What does the one line mean again?” I called out

from the bathroom.

“It means you’re not pregnant. A plus sign means

that you are,” my mom called back.

Fucking A…

I breathed the biggest sigh of relief when I saw the

one negative line come into clear view of the little

window. I don’t think I had ever been so happy in my life.

I opened the bathroom door and showed my mother the

evidence. She hugged me, happy that I was happy. I

wanted a baby. I just wanted to be living with its father

and know who he was.

I spent the better part of the afternoon in the hot

shed with Caroline and Jason. We made glass lit bottles to

display our sea glass. I had to laugh at Caroline holding

her iPad, giving her dad instructions from the pin that she

had found on Pinterest.

Our mother came to the door around six. Caroline

and I were sitting at a work bench with our backs to the

door, pushing the tiny strands of lights through the holes

that Jason had drilled for us. I knew she would want us to

come and eat soon.

“Morgan, you have a visitor,” she spoke from the

door.

I turned, seeing the most beautiful man in the entire

world standing beside her. I wanted to throw myself at

him. No. I wanted to fuck him. The sight of him sent a

quivering sensation straight to my attention deficit

disorder vagina.

“Well, come here,” Drew finally said, pulling me

from my frozen stool position. I smiled, slid off the stool

and right into his arms.

“Hey, baby,” he said in my hair. I could feel his

smile.

“Hi,” I said, pulling away, knowing that nosey

Caroline was staring with her curious little eyes.

I introduced him to my mom and Jason, and Caroline took

it upon herself to offer her name.

“I’m Caroline,” she said offering her hand. “You

must be Drew, I’ve heard a lot about you.” What? Little

liar, I never talked to her about Drew. I looked at her like

she had two heads.

“You talk in your sleep….a lot,” she added. Shit…

that could be bad.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Caroline,” Drew

said with a smile, taking her little hand into his large one.

“Come, let’s eat,” my mother demanded.

“We’re not finished yet,” Caroline protested.

“We can finish them tomorrow,” I assured her. I

didn’t want to play with Caroline anymore. I wanted to

play with Drew.

We ate on the deck with the guests and were

served by the help. We all had a glass of wine with our

steaks. I wanted a cold beer. The wine tasted bitter to me.

I didn’t drink mine.

Drew and I stared across the table at each other,

constantly.

“Did you just come for a visit,” I asked, cutting

into my too done steak.

“No. I came to take you back to Vegas with me.”

My eyebrows rose. “Really?”

His face got serious. “Mr. Callaway passed away

yesterday.”

“Oh,” I said. I wasn’t sure what to say. I mean I

was sad and grateful that he saw me as his only family and

was leaving me all of his worldly possessions, but I really

didn’t know the guy.

“My car is here,” I stated. I didn’t know what else

to say.

“We’ll fly back and get it. We need to fly out

tomorrow for the funeral.”

There were no vacant rooms. Drew and I had to

sleep on the pull out couch at my mom’s place. I couldn’t

take it. Lying in his arms, fully clothed was killing me. I

wanted him naked on top of my nakedness. I didn’t dare

though. I knew how thin the walls were. I had lain in bed

many mornings, listening to my mom tell Jason how happy

she was that I was there.

“I didn’t think you were going to stay here for six

months,” Drew quietly said as his fingers tormented me.

Not really. He was only tracing my arm with his fingers,

but still. I wanted him tracing other parts of my body.

“I guess I was just trying to run away. Escape,” I

replied.

“How’s that working out for you?”

“It was actually working out pretty damned good

until you showed up.”

“And Dawson?”

“I haven’t talked to him either. We had a fight

before I left. You both decided to give me my space at the

same time.”

“You had a fight? Why?”

“What do you think,” I said, stating the obvious.

“Me?”

“Yup.”

“We talked about you the night that he gave me a

lift. I can see how you like him. He seems to be a good

guy.”

I snorted at him saying like. I didn’t like Dawson. I

loved him. Drew knew that. He just wasn’t able to say it

out loud.

Drew and I talked for a long time. I told him all

about my mom, and everything that she had confessed to

me. He had already known a lot of it, like the pictures that

she was sent periodically.

Mother fucker. Fucking, lying son of a bitch.

I looked straight at my mom when I finally quit

heaving enough to rejoin the rest of them for breakfast the

following morning. She knew. She knew what I knew. The

stupid little stick that I had pissed on, lied. I was pregnant.

I knew I was. She knew it too and smiled a warm,

motherly smile.

“You okay?” Drew asked as I sat beside of him,

sipping my coffee.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I lied. I was far from okay. My

stomach felt like it was going to regurgitate its self, and I

was fucking pregnant. I was pregnant with a baby with two

dads. No. I wasn’t okay.

“When will you be back?” my mom asked. “We

had a cancellation for next week. I’ll keep that room open

if you are going to be back in a few days,” she offered.

I looked at Drew for the answer.

“We can come back in a few days. I hired a new

assistant that is doing awesome. I can get away.”

That wasn’t my plan.

***

before we were fighting.

“You don’t have to fly back with me. I need to fly

back, pick up my car and head home,” I told him.

“Head home? So home is in Maine?” he asked.

“I don’t know, Drew. What did you think I was

going to do?”

“You know what, Morgan? I have no fucking idea

what you are going to do and I’m a little sick of trying to

figure it out.”

“Fuck you,” I yelled. I was glad that we were on a

private jet. I didn’t say it quietly.

He turned on me, grabbing both of my arms,

forcefully. “Is that what you need, Morgan? Do you need

for me to fuck you?” he asked through gritted teeth.

Of course my pussy was screaming and doing back

flips, stupid fucking mechanism, always taking over my

brain.

“Yes,” I rasped.

What the fuck? I didn’t mean to say that.

Drew slid my sundress up and kissed me hard. I

lost myself in a matter of seconds.

“Do you know what I really want to do to you,

Morgan?” he asked, angrily taking my mouth, and not

giving me time to respond, not that I had enough wits about

me at that time to respond anyway.

“I would love to bend you over my knee and beat

some sense into your naked ass.”

Okay...

He didn’t do that. He tossed me to the white

leather seat, raising my skirt as his mouth did crazy things

to my lips and neck.

“Get out!” Drew yelled, turning to the guy that had

just walked into Drew being on top of me with my dress

around my waist. I didn’t look to see, but I could tell the

guy got the hell out of there.

He undid his belt and pulled my panties to the side,

forcefully entered me and fucked the hell out of me on the

plush white leather seat. I lasted all of about three minutes

before I was clawing his back and trying my best not to

scream. I wanted to scream. I needed to scream. I hadn’t

had an orgasm in over a month, well, besides the couple

that I gave myself in the shower.

Drew thrashed in and out of me, and I can’t even

begin to describe the look on his face. It was mixture of

the look right before he used to hit me, love, obsession and

lust, all mixed together.

“Damnit, Drew,” I scolded when he grabbed the

fabric between my legs and tore it out of his way.

He ignored me with a shit eating grin. I was just

getting ready to come again when he had to go and ruin it.

“I’m not letting you go, Morgan. I fucking love

you.”

What the fuck did that mean. He wasn’t letting me

go? I didn’t reach my second high before Drew reached

his. My mind relocated from what was being shoved

inside of me to what Drew had just said. Should I be

scared? Did he mean that I would be held against my will

once again?

“What, Morgan?” he asked, seeing the confused

look on my face.

“What do you mean what? I have to walk around in

a dress with no panties now,” I chastised. I didn’t want to

go there just yet, not with him still inside of my body.

He smiled and kissed me. “I have missed you like

crazy,” he said, biting my bottom lip.