Chapter 6

Iwake up with a jolt, my heart pounding as the memories of last night"s kiss with Weston flood my mind. The gentle touch of his hands and his soft lips on mine leave a burning ache between my thighs that I can"t ignore.

With my heart racing and my body tingling, I grab my trusty bullet vibrator out of my travel bag and jump back under the covers. It's a small device I know all too well from past solo encounters. My fingers tremble as I fumble with the buttons, desperate to find relief. I bury myself beneath the thick blankets, hoping to muffle the sound of the buzzing as I rub the vibration over my clit and feel my wetness make the hard plastic glide over my folds with ease. I torment and tease myself until I'm right there, right where I need to be.

"Presley?" Weston"s voice calls out softly, accompanied by a light knock on the door.

"Wait…" is all I manage to choke out before the door pushes open, revealing Weston"s concerned face. My body shudders at the peak of my climax, unable to stop what"s already in motion.

"Sorry, I didn"t mean to…" He freezes, taking in the scene before him. His eyes widen as he watches my body tremble with pleasure, my breathing heavy and ragged. Despite the awkward timing, there"s no denying the surge of need flickering in his eyes.

"Weston," I gasp, struggling to regain my composure. "I didn"t hear you."

He clears his throat, his gaze fixed on my flushed face. "It"s okay. I just wanted to check on you. You seemed... tense last night." A faint smile plays on his lips, but it doesn"t quite reach his eyes.

"Thank you," I whisper, pulling the blankets tighter around my body, trying to hide my embarrassment. "I"m fine now. Really."

"Are you sure?" He steps closer, his concern evident in his voice. "I don"t want to intrude, but if you need someone to talk to..."

I bite my lip, torn between wanting him to stay and needing him to leave. "I appreciate it, Weston," I say, finally deciding to let him in. "But right now, I just need a moment to collect myself. Can you please wait for me in your room, and we will walk downstairs together?"

"Of course." He nods, his eyes still lingering on me for a beat too long before he turns and walks out of the room.

As the door clicks shut, I release a shaky breath.

I gather my thoughts, knowing that there"s something more pressing I need to address. The weight of the news I"m about to share with my family feels heavy on my chest. My parents are leaving for their trip soon, and I can"t let them go without telling them the truth.

I force myself out of bed, getting dressed quickly and trying to ignore the lingering sensations coursing through my body. As I make my way to Weston's room, I find him waiting with the door open, sitting on the edge of the bed. He seems lost in thought, but as soon as he notices me, his focus shifts entirely to me.

"Are you feeling better now?" he asks, genuine concern in his voice.

I nod with a big inhale in and exhale out. "Yes, thank you. But we need to talk to my parents. There"s something important I have to tell them before they leave."

"Of course," he says, following me into the kitchen where my parents are finishing up their coffee.

We walk out of the bedroom hand in hand like we've been a couple for a long time. It's exactly the fa?ade I sought after when I hired Weston. When we round the corner into the kitchen where both of my parents sit, I put on a big smile and mentally pull up my big girl panties for what's about to go down.

"This is Weston. He"s my... boyfriend."

My mom"s eyes widen, and she looks at Weston appraisingly. "It"s nice to meet you, Weston. I"m Edith, and this is my husband, Greg."

Weston shakes their hands and charms them with his easy going manner. I can see my parents melting under his spell, and I feel a sense of relief. Maybe this won"t be so bad after all.

The rest of the morning goes on smoothly, but as we sit down to lunch, I can feel the tension building. My parents are asking questions, and I"m struggling to keep up.

"So, Weston, what do you do for a living?" my dad asks.

"I"m a hockey player," Weston says, flashing him a grin.

My dad"s eyes light up. "Really? That"s fantastic. What team do you play for?"

"The Michigan Vikings," Weston says.

My dad nods approvingly. "I"ve seen you guys play a few times. You"re a great team."

I can feel myself relaxing, but then my mom asks the question I"ve been dreading.

"So, Presley, when are you going to settle down and give us some grandchildren?"

I feel my heart drop, and I look at Weston in panic. He gives me a reassuring nod, and I take a deep breath.

"Mom, Dad, can I talk to you for a minute?" I ask, my heart pounding in my chest.

They exchange worried glances before nodding and putting down their mugs. "What is it, Presley?" my mother asks, her eyes filled with concern.

Ripping the Band-Aid off, I blurt out the words that have been haunting me for days. "I"m pregnant."

There"s a moment of stunned silence before my mother rushes over to envelop me in a tight hug. My father"s expression is harder to read, kind of like shock and uncertainty. Meanwhile, Weston stands nearby, his face unreadable.

"Honey, are you sure?" my father asks, breaking the silence.

"Yes, Dad, I took a test. I"m sure." My voice wavers, betraying the fear and uncertainty I feel inside.

"Is the baby"s father good with this news?" he continues, his gaze flickering to Weston before returning to me.

I hesitate, knowing that this is the question I"ve been dreading. "It"s complicated," I admit, struggling to hold back tears. "But I"m going to figure it out. I just... I needed you both to know."

My parents are taking this surprisingly well, and I'm shocked. However, Weston's paling color lets me know that he may just pass out.

"Presley, we"re here for you," my mother assures me, her eyes filled with love and determination. "We"ll help you through this."

"Thank you," I whisper, feeling a sense of relief wash over me.

As the conversation continues, I notice Weston"s growing unease. He"s been attentive throughout the entire discussion, but there"s a clouded look in his eyes that suggests he"s trying to place the puzzle pieces in the appropriate spots to come up with something important.

"Weston, are you okay?" I ask, drawing his attention. His eyes meet mine, searching for answers before he slowly nods.

"Of course," he says, though his voice lacks conviction. "This is just... a lot to take in, is all."

My heart aches for him. I know that he must be wondering if the baby could be his. Although I"m fairly certain it isn"t, I can"t deny that the thought has crossed my mind as well.

"Let us know if there"s anything we can do to help," my father says kindly, directing his words at both Weston and me. "You two are not alone in this."

"Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Miller," Weston replies respectfully, offering them a small smile. "I appreciate that."

As we wrap up the conversation, I'm unable to shake the image of Weston standing there, his expression of concern, confusion, and something else I can"t quite identify.

The car's dashboard is bright as we pull out of my parents" driveway, the tense silence in the car settling like a thick fog between Weston and me. I steal glances at him, his strong hands gripping the steering wheel and his jaw clenched as if he"s trying to hold back an avalanche of emotions.

"Presley," he finally speaks, his voice low and hesitant. "I need to ask you something."

"Sure, what is it?" I reply softly, bracing myself for what could be a difficult conversation.

"Is there any chance... I mean, could the baby be mine?" he asks, the vulnerability in his eyes making my heart ache.

I hesitate, taken aback by the question, but I don"t blame him for asking. "Well, the timing is tight," I admit. "We did use a condom, so the chances are slim. And..."

"And?"

"I mean, I really don't think it's yours because during my last encounter with my ex, I was on antibiotics," I confess, feeling a knot form in my stomach. "It could have affected the pill"s effectiveness, and we didn"t use a condom." I pause, taking a calming breath before continuing. "When I tried to get a hold of him, he ghosted me. After I told him about the pregnancy, he blocked me, and I haven"t heard from him since. Honestly, that"s for the best; he was a loser, and I don"t want him in my life or our baby"s life. But I thought he should know that he was going to have a child in this world."

Weston remains silent, absorbing the information. His knuckles turn white as he grips the steering wheel tighter, his thoughts racing a mile a minute.

"Weston, I"m sorry," I say quietly, reaching over to place my hand on his arm. "I know this is a lot to take in."

He glances over at me, his eyes searching my face for something, anything that could provide him with a sense of clarity. "It"s okay, Presley," he says, forcing a small smile through the turmoil.