Underestimated Too (47 page)

“Or you could just come her and
fuck me
,” I
whispered close to the screen.

“I don’t want to do that anymore. I want to make
love to you.”

“Oh no, Drew. You can’t change everything. Some
things have to stay the same.”

“I can’t do things the way I’ve always done them.”

“Some things you can. I don’t want to just make
love.”

“What do you want?”

“Well, sometimes I want to just make love. Sometimes
I want to have sex, and sometimes I want to
fuck
,” I explained,
whispering the last word again.

“I need to know the difference.”

“I’m not going to explain that to you right now. I’m
already wet and throbbing down there.”

“Jesus, Morgan. Start rocking.”

Laughing, I held Nicholas while he watched his daddy
through the computer reading him a bedtime story. I could tell Drew was reading
faster than normal. It was doing nothing to put Nicky out any quicker. He
wasn’t interested in sleeping yet.

Drew and I talked about Alicia coming, making small
talk while Nicholas kicked his foot, trying to stay awake and fight sleep that
he was more than ready for.

“He’s asleep,” Drew whispered. “Put him to bed and
go to your room.”

“Our room,” I corrected.

After securing Nicolas in his bed, I carried the
laptop to my bed, positioned it where Drew could see me, and slowly undressed.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Drew asserted in a raspy
voice.

Sliding my fingers through my wet folds, I thanked
him. “You have to get naked too,” I coaxed.

“Tell me your three sex scenarios,” he persuaded as
I watched him undress and take his already full mast erection in his hand.
Jesus, I wanted to hold it in my hand like that.

 “The way I see it, they all sort of do the same
thing, but for radically different purposes.”

“Like?”

“Well, making love is not about sex, it’s an
emotional connection when I want to be as close to you as I can. You being
inside me is as close as I can get to you, emotionally and physically,” I
explained, rubbing my juices around my swollen nub while my husband watched.

“I like making love. What else?”

“Fucking is purely selfish, all about getting off.
You do it, I do it, and I love it.”

“And?”

“Sex is mutually fun, all about entertaining one
another.”

“Hmmm, I like the way you think. Which do you feel
right this second?”

“Sex, for sure.”

“Why?”

“Because that is what we’re doing.”

“How long do you think it’s going to take for you to
entertain me?”

I laughed. “Are you telling me that you’re about to
blow your load?”

“That’s exactly what I am telling you. Spread your
pussy lips for me.”

Not that it was possible, but I was sure I just got
wetter hearing Drew’s dirty talk and watching him pump his muscle in his hand.
I spread myself and fiercely rubbed my aching nub. Propping my foot to the bed,
I gave Drew the perfect view. I was more than ready, but not until I heard Drew
moan and then watched as he spewed into his hand. It was instant after that. I
dropped my head back and moaned with him. It was great, not the same as when he
would have been here, but nonetheless. It was amazing.

Drew and I talked through the computer for close to
an hour about unimportant topics. Drew wouldn’t discuss anything else with me. I
hated and loved it at the same time. I wanted us back together. This was crazy
and no matter how much I fell into the routine of things, it wasn’t the same as
having him there.

***

Alicia and the kids arrived around noon. I was so
happy to see her. I couldn’t get over how much the baby had grown. She was so
cute and had developed her own little personality. I didn’t see much of Vince
that day. He was too busy treasure hunting with Jason and Caroline.

Alicia was just what I needed, and as soon as we had
the little ones down she and I had a date on the deck, overlooking the ocean. After
a few drinks, we were getting just a tad bit intoxicated.  We didn’t have to
worry about Vince; he was camping out at the beach with Caroline, my mom, and
Jason.

“One for you, and one for me,” Alicia said, handing
me a cold bottle of beer. It was heaven to my lips and taste buds.

Alicia and I discussed issues with her and Celeste
for a long time and then moved on to Drew. She told me what she knew from
Celeste, but it wasn’t much. Drew didn’t talk to Celeste that way. I knew how
he felt about his personal affairs. They were just that, personal.

“I am so over breastfeeding,” Alicia complained
after coming back from the bathroom.

I laughed. “Why?”

“Because it messes my period all up. I swear it has
not been a month. What?” Alicia said looking at my dropped face.

“Oh, my god.”

“What?” she asked again, not getting it.

“I don’t remember my last period. Drew and I had sex
the whole weekend he was here.”

“But you’re on the pill?” she questioned.

“No. I mean, not since I came here. I never packed
them and, well, I didn’t really need them I guess.”

“When was your last period?” Alicia asked, taking my
beer.

“Um,” I mumbled, counting in my head. When was it? I
had been so preoccupied with everything, I didn’t even notice. “The week before
Drew was here.”

“Oh man, you’re pregnant.”

I smiled. I was pregnant. I knew I was. Well, I sort
of mischievously hoped anyway. Drew wouldn’t stay away from me knowing I was
pregnant. And he was the one that wanted another baby, not me. I was sure he
was about to get one. It wasn’t like I was trying to trap him or anything. It
wasn’t my fault we never discussed that when he was here.

“We need a test. Now!” I exclaimed.

I called my mother to come stay with the babies. I
couldn’t wait. I had to know for sure.

“How much have you had to drink? Why do you have to
go to the store tonight?” my mother asked before letting us leave.

“I didn’t even drink a whole beer, and I want to go
buy a pregnancy test.”

“No, Morgan. Not now,” she complained. I could tell
she wasn’t happy about it. I could understand that, but she didn’t know the
true relationship with Drew and me. Nobody did and nobody would ever
understand.

“Mom, it’s fine. I promise,” I said almost giddily.
I was pregnant. I was sure of it, and I was getting my husband back. It wasn’t
like I was some teenager trying to trap him. We were married and I didn’t care
that Drew had issues to deal with. I didn’t care that throwing another child
into our fucked up life probably wasn’t the best plan. I wanted my family back,
and I was sure this would do it.

We were only gone maybe twenty minutes and I immediately
took one of the three tests to the bathroom. I wanted to make sure.

“Yes!” I exclaimed, holding the little stick between
my fingers. I was pregnant and happy about it.

“Dear lord, Morgan,” my mother spoke, dropping to
the couch. She wasn’t happy about it, neither was Alicia. They both thought it
was a bad idea. I didn’t care. I was happy.

“Alicia, will you stay here with Nicky?” I asked,
“Just for a couple days?”

“Why?”

“I want to go to Drew. I don’t want to tell him over
the phone.”

“I don’t know, Morgan. I have a bad feeling about
all this. I need to call Celeste first.”

“Fine. Mom can you take Nicky for me?” I asked,
turning to my mom with a bit of an attitude. They may not have been happy about
this baby, but when it came right down to it, it was really none of their
business.

“Yes, I will, but not right now. I want you to take
a couple days and think about this.”

“Think about what?”

“The whole thing, Morgan. Use your head. You’re not
even with your husband right now. I don’t think this is a good idea right now.”

“What is a good idea, Mom? I’m pregnant. I’m going
to have another baby, and I’d like to go home and tell my husband in person.”

“Then go,” she waved her hand towards the door with
an exasperated breath. What the hell?

I had one hell of a time keeping my mouth shut when
Drew called. I wanted to tell him so badly, I couldn’t stand it. I didn’t
though. My plane was leaving at six in the morning, and I’d be on the ground by
noon. I threatened Alicia with her life not to tell Celeste I was coming. Drew
would try and stop me. I was sure. I wouldn’t even use my credit card, I used
my mom’s, knowing Drew would call the second he saw the transaction.

Sleeping was impossible. I tossed and turned the
entire night, thinking about what the outcome was going to be. Would Drew be
mad? What if he thinks I did it as a way to trap him? I didn’t do it on
purpose. It just happened. He was the one that wanted me to stop taking my
pills. It didn’t stop the entire night. The same questions played over and over
until I finally got up a four a.m. and got ready to go.

Leaving Alicia sleeping, I sneaked out into the
crisp dark morning. For being sleep deprived the sea salt air left me feeling
invigorated, like it was a new beginning. I just hoped that my feeling was
correct and Drew was happy about this.

I did doze on the plane, sleeping three of the five
hour flight. I started getting nervous during the last hour, and the adrenalin
really started pumping as the plane descended. What the hell was I doing? The
realization that this could go all sorts of bad finally set in, and I was
scared.

The cab drive to the mansion was worse. My blood
pumped too fast, my hands were clammy, and I had to talk myself down to calm my
breathing.

Celeste met me at the door. She knew. Alicia called
her. She smiled a sad smile and told me he was in the office.

“Does he know I’m here?” I asked, hoping she kept
her mouth shut.

“Nope, and I’m leaving. You have my number if you
need me.” Celeste thought the whole baby thing was crazy too. I could tell she
didn’t like it either. Whatever, it was none of her business either.

Breathing one more deep breath, I opened the office
door. Drew looked up, dumbfounded that I was there. Standing he instantly came
to me.

“What’s wrong? Is Nicholas okay?” he asked with a
worried tone.

“Yes, he’s fine.”

“Are you okay? Morgan, what are you doing here?”

“I don’t want to be away from you anymore, Drew. I
want our family back.”

Drew smiled, leaned against his desk, and pulled me
towards him. “I know you do. I’m working on it.”

“I mean now. Right this second. I don’t want to wait
for you to get better or whatever you think you need. I want to help you. I
want to be here to help you.”

“I don’t want you here. We’re not going to be in
this house anymore. Didn’t you see all the boxes?”

“Boxes? What do you mean?”

“I sold the mansion. We’re not living here anymore.
I need to be away from this house, and the memories.”

“Okay, but we’re going to be together again? Now?”

“Soon. I’m trying to tie up all these loose ends so we
can do that.”

“What loose ends?”

“Callaway Jewels. I sold out to Malibu.”

“Sold what? Which store?”

“All of them. I’m done with anything that has to do
with a Callaway.”

“What does that mean, Drew? What will you do?”

Drew snickered. “I don’t have to do anything,
Morgan. We have enough money to last our great-great-grandchildren for the rest
of their lives. I thought maybe I’d spend my days on the beach finding treasures
with my son.”

“We’re going to live at the beach house?”

“For a while. How do you feel about that?”

“I feel like I love you. What about Deidra? She’s
okay with this?”

“Deidra has helped me realize all of this over the
past few months. Baby, I don’t care about all of this. I care about you and
that little boy. Hey, where’s my son?”

“With my mom and Alicia.” I smiled. “When, Drew?
When are you going to be there with us?”

“Three maybe four more weeks.”

“I want to stay here with you.”

“No. I don’t want you here. I’m trying to
disassociate myself from this house and anything to do with Callaway. I need
you to go back to the beach house.”

“Okay,” I agreed completely shocked and stupefied. He
hadn’t been doing what I’d pictured him doing at all. He wasn’t hiding behind
work. He was busy, trying to sell everything so he could be with us.

“What are you doing here? I can’t believe you flew
here without telling me.”

“I had something I wanted to tell you, and I
couldn’t wait.”

“Is it bad?”