Underestimated Too (48 page)

“I hope not.”

“What is it, Morgan. You’re scaring me.”

“I’m pregnant.”

Drew came to an upright position, forcing me to step
back. “You’re…you’re pregnant? How? When?”

“When you came to stop me from going to Maine. And I
don’t really need to explain the how.”

“You’re pregnant?”

“Yes.” I exhaled, seeing the creeping smile I was
waiting for.

Drew grabbed me spun me in a circle and kissed me.
“You have no idea how happy that makes me, Mrs. Kelley. I love you so much, and
I am going to spend the rest of my life being the best husband and daddy I can
be.”

“I don’t doubt that, not for one second. We’re going
to be okay now, Drew.”

“We are, love, and I can promise you that and stand
behind it now. You’re pregnant?”

“I am.”

I spent the entire day telling the movers what I
wanted packed. Most of it was being sold. I felt the same as Drew. I didn’t
want it either, besides, we didn’t really need it. We had everything we needed
at the beach house already.

Drew wouldn’t even let me take most of Nicholas’s
clothes. He said we didn’t need to save clothes, we weren’t having a used baby,
and it was going to be a little girl anyway.

“We’re going to have plenty of time to shop anyway.
Let’s donate them,” he’d told me. I was okay with it. I liked the idea of
shopping hand in hand with Drew, picking out pink and purple outfits.

“That’s enough. Let’s go to the movies,” Drew
stated, taping up the last box of toys.

“Movies?” Drew and I had never been to movie, not at
a theater anyway. We’d gone to more elaborate shows but never to a movie
theater.

“Yes, let’s go get a happy meal and watch a movie.”

“Have you ever been to a movie?” Drew asked, sitting
in the parking lot, eating fast-food.

“Yes, Dawson used to take me a lot.”

“I should have done more stuff like that with you.
I’m going to from here on out.”

“That makes me very happy,” I said, moving closer,
letting him bite half my French fry and kiss my lips.

Drew and I sat holding hands in the dark theater. The
movie sucked and we spent most of the show making fun of how awful it was.

“We’re really doing this, Morgan,” Drew whispered.

“Doing what?”

“Acting like a real couple out on a date night.”

“We never went on dates.”

“We’re going to now. I promise.”

“Shhhhh,” we both heard from behind us. I guess we
were the only ones who didn’t like the movie.

“Let’s get out of here,” I whispered.

That was the last night that Drew and I would be a
couple in the mansion. I wasn’t going to miss it at all. I loved the beach in
Maine, and I loved the beach on Rodanthe Island even more. Winters in Maine
could get pretty crazy.

“Drew, I don’t want everything to change,” I
confessed, leaning against his chest while we soaked in our bubble filled tub
for the last time.

Drew traced my fingers and kissed the side of my
head. “We’ll see, Morgan. Maybe things will be different in the new house. I
have a line that I’ve drawn for myself. I’m not crossing that line with you
again. I’m afraid of how far it will go if I do.”

“Okay, let’s make our own rules.”

“Like?”

“Spanking. Are you telling me you’re not interested
in that anymore?”

“I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do. Answer my question.”

“I love spanking your ass. It makes my dick hard
just thinking about it.”

“Then we’re not stopping that. I like it too. Anal?
We’re not stopping that either, right?”

“That one is totally up to you. I don’t want it to
feel dirty, like my childhood has anything to do with it.”

“I never knew about that until lately. I don’t find
it dirty at all. I find it sensual and erotic, something we both enjoy. We’re
not stopping that either. The belt?” I continued, trying to decipher Drew’s
fine line. 

“Definitely not. I’m not touching you with anything
that is going to leave a bruise.”

“I can take it.”

“Morgan, I don’t want you to take it. You shouldn’t
want me to hurt you.”

“But sometimes I do.”

“Why?” Drew asked, raising up and spinning me to
look at him.

“It’s what we do, Drew. I don’t want everything to
change.”

“Morgan, that’s not normal. We can’t be that couple
anymore.”

“It’s normal for us, Drew. We don’t have to be like
everyone else. Who even knows what normal is?”

Drew took a deep breath and pulled me back to him.
“We’re definitely continuing with Deidra.”

“How? Through the phone?”

“We’ll work that out with her. We could fly her to
us a couple of times a month and maybe do phone sessions too. I know I am the
one that put us here, but I think you have buried issues needing dealt with as
well.”

“It’s not all your fault.”

“Pretty much. Come on, let’s get out.”

I did talk Drew into spanking me that night. How
pathetic was I? Maybe I did need to talk to Deidra more. I wanted Drew to be
rough with me, force himself in my mouth, in my ass, and demand that I do
things I’d always thought I didn’t want to do before. He did none of those
things. Drew caressed every inch of my body and made love to me with so much
emotion. Drew loved me and no matter how fucked up it was, I loved him too.

Living on the beach with my husband and son was the
best thing Drew could have done for us. I was happy, loving life and loving my
family. Celeste kept the store on the strip and was now spending more time with
her own family. They did visit once in a while but sort of lost their room to a
nursery.

I’m sure we would have never gone back to Vegas had
it not been for Justin. I wasn’t about to lose touch with him again. We flew
there when I was five months pregnant, just to watch him sing in the choir
concert. He was very, very good, and I was so proud of him.

I was so afraid of Drew becoming bored with not
working. He wasn’t at all. We stayed busy with Nicholas, who was talking up a
storm and turning into his own little person. Not once had I been afraid of
Drew in our new surroundings. If I owed it to anyone, I’d have to say it was
Deidra. I would forever be grateful that she was the one to break the barrier;
help him to realize what happened to him was nothing for him to be ashamed of
and that it wasn’t his fault.

Drew and I still had our moments, and Deidra still
counseled us twice a week over the phone. I imagine we’ll always have our
moments. Sometimes they were his fault and sometimes they were mine.
Nonetheless, we were doing it. We took a relationship that should have never
been and made it something real, something we were both proud of.

Weston David Kelley came into the world weighing
more than Nicholas had. I wasn’t sure I was up for anymore ten pound babies. He
was a tiny, big boy, and I was instantly in love—again.

Now I can tell you that the poor little mountain
girl from a poverty stricken town in West Virginia had finally gotten her
happily ever after, except for maybe having a little girl.

THE END