Chapter 15

WELLS

"They're coming here?!" She jumps from the couch and begins to pace back and forth across the living room.

"Yeah. My guess would be closer to lunch. They want to get to know you and make sure you know that they don't plan on disappearing," I tell her, a small smirk playing on my lips. "Now that they know the truth, I mean."

"I need to freshen up and search for something suitable to wear. They can't see me in my jammies. And makeup. I need to fix my makeup and do my hair." Her voice turns high-pitched as her tone gets frantic.

"Relax. You're perfect as you are. They just want to meet you officially. Prepare yourself, because my mom is going to ask you a million questions and give you her undivided attention. She's wanted to be a grandma for a long time and now you're here."

"Relax?! I can't relax. I'm about to meet my dad for the first time officially. My dad, who I thought just dipped out when Claudia said she was knocked up. I know differently now, but last night, I acted like a complete maniac. They probably think I need anger management or to be locked up. That's just Claudia. She drives me insane."

Without uttering another word, she swiftly turns and rushes back to the room she exited earlier, forcefully slamming the door shut. I sit on the couch, trying not to laugh at her panic and how quickly she went from mad to pure chaos in minutes.

The door opens, and she peeks out. "I'm taking a shower. You can leave now. See you later, I guess." She slams the doors again but I don't leave, instead I lean back on the couch and wait.

After months of thinking she was lost forever, I finally found my woman. I don't plan on just leaving, especially now that she is carrying my baby.

I scroll on my phone, checking for updates on Claudia and Drew, making sure the press hasn't picked up that the wedding is off, and then trusty Facebook.

"Derek! Derek! I need a towel!" Little Doe shouts from the bedroom. Derek hasn't left his room since I arrived. "Derek!"

Nothing.

She thinks I listened to her and left, so I should do the gentlemanly thing and send Derek to get her what she needs. However, I'm no gentleman and while I know they're not together, I don't like the idea of my girl being seen wet and naked by anyone else.

Little does Delilah know, I have no intentions of going anywhere. She may think that when I said I wanted to be involved, I meant solely with the baby, which is true, but I also intend to be there for her. I want her to be mine.

I head out into the hall to see if I can flag down a hotel maid to get a towel or two. It's my lucky day—there's a hotel cart just a few doors down. Flipping the latch so the door doesn't lock me out, I hurry to grab a handful of towels.

Returning to the room, I am greeted by the surprising sight of a naked and drenched Delilah, vigorously knocking on Derek's door in the living room. My cock jerks at the sight of tanned skin, full breasts that still have the barbells in them, and her round belly. In the alley, I couldn't fully appreciate her beauty, but now, standing here, she takes my breath away.

Her head whips around when she hears me enter the room and her eyes widen.

"I thought I told you to leave?"

"Lucky for you I didn't." I smirk as I cross the room, handing her a towel.

She rips it from my hands and wraps it around her body as best she can.

"Well, thank you."

The door opens and Derek stands there with a shameful look.

"Sorry, I put my AirPods in while you two argued and I fell asleep listening to Taylor Swift's new album."

"It's fine. Delilah just needed a towel," I tell him.

"Derek, I'm fine. But I'm not happy you saw me naked." She glares at me before turning on her heels and storming back into her room.

Derek's lips curl into a wide grin, a twinkle in his eyes. "You owe me." With that, he winks and shuts his door.

Maybe Derek isn't so bad after all. He can be my ally when it comes to Little Doe.

She's still so mad at me, it seems, even though I told her I didn't just fuck her and forget her. This isn't going to work. If we're going to raise a baby together she has to stop being pissed at me and it sure as hell isn't going to work if I want to be with her.

Is that what I want? She's my niece. Step… but still. She's also the woman I can't stop thinking about—the mother of my child.

I should be running to the airport and forgetting all about Florida.

But I can't. I wasn't raised like that. Plus, I know what it's like to not have a dad. I have Roy and he's amazing, but he wasn't there my whole life. As a child, it was just me and my mom. I want more for my kid than that.

I don't care that I'm technically her uncle. We don't share DNA; we share Jonas. Telling him and my parents will be tough, but my baby is worth it, and Delilah is worth it, too. First, she has to stop being angry. Circumstances being what they are, I'd met Delilah before anybody knew what Claudia was hiding. Had I known then, what I know now, I'm not sure what would have happened, but the fact remains; she's pregnant with my baby and we can't go back and change it.

Walking toward her room, I push the door open and step inside. She's sitting on the bed, still in the towel, trying to paint her toenails. She looks ridiculous.

"You don't listen at all, do you?" she asks.

A chuckle leaves me and she scowls. "No. I was a very stubborn child. What are you doing?"

"My polish has chipped and I want to wear sandals. I'm trying to touch up my toes but my belly is in the way," she pants.

"Can I help you?"

She narrows her eyes, sizing me up, and I stare back, getting lost in her pretty eyes.

"Fine." She holds the nail polish bottle out and I step forward, taking it from her.

I drop to the ground on one knee and grab her small but swollen foot, setting it on my thigh. Then with the precision of Picasso, I paint her toenails, covering up where the bright blue polish has worn off. I switch feet and repeat the process then grab both and lightly blow on them to dry.

Delilah watches with eager eyes, and I smile as I softly exhale across her skin.

"Oh," she whispers.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. Sorry, they get pretty sore and the cool air feels nice." Her cheeks pinken.

My hands glide around her left foot, my fingers gently kneading her arches while I apply slow, deliberate strokes. She closes her eyes, her head dropping back as she leans on her arms.

"That feels amazing," she murmurs. My heart swells with happiness, a smile forming on my lips as I witness her pure contentment. I massage up to her ankles, feeling the knots melt under my fingertips. The room is silent, except for the gentle hum of the air conditioner and the occasional sighs of pleasure.

"You're making it hard to stay mad at you," she says, her voice filled with a dreamy, soft tone. I lean down, gently kissing the top of her foot.

"There's no reason to be mad, Little Doe. I tried to contact you. I had the wrong number. I've wanted nothing more than to spend more time with you. I was serious when I said I can't stop thinking about you." My hands continue their work, easing the strain of carrying our child. I look up at her peaceful face, and in this moment, everything feels perfect.

"You're my uncle. It's wrong. This can't ever be more than what it already is." She sighs. "What you already are. A dad to Little Boba, that's it."

"Little Boba?" I ask.

She giggles, and the sound makes me smile. "When I found out I was pregnant, Derek downloaded this app that tells you how big your baby is and it said the size of a boba pearl. The name just stuck."

"Little Boba it is. Delilah, I'm not going to push and I don't want to make you uncomfortable, but I don't care that we're family. It's not blood. We don't share genes or even a last name. The only thing that makes us family is Jonas. Our parents got married when we were teens. We're brothers and I love him, but I've wanted to know you better for so long I won't let this chance pass me by."

"You don't think it's weird or fucked up?"

"No," I say instantly. "Do I think it's unconventional, yes. But we didn't know when we met. And we met in a very normal, everyday way. We didn't sneak around and lie to our loved ones. Until last night, we were unaware. We're not at fault."

"So what are you saying, Wells? What do you want from me?"

"I want you to give us a chance. Let me take you out, we can become better acquainted and see if we can make this work. I am committed to putting in the effort if you are. It doesn't matter that we're step-family, it doesn't matter about our age difference, nor the long distance. I care about you and our baby."

"Okay," she murmurs.

"Okay?"

"Yeah. I liked you and was excited to see you again. And I want to give Little Boba a family if I can, so I'll try. But I'm warning you now, Wells. I won't tolerate being ghosted again. And pregnancy has made me kind of an asshole."

"That's true!" Derek calls through the door. "She's way more bossy and snappy."

"Stop listening at the door like a fucking creep!" Delilah laughs.

"I wanted to make sure you didn't kill your baby daddy. But now I'm headed down to the pool to get some sun. Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Derek calls, his voice fading as he gets farther away. The door clicks shut a few seconds later.

"Sorry about him." She smiles. "He's been my best friend since we were kids. Now we live together and he's been by my side through everything. I'm pretty sure he even lost his job to come here this weekend, so I wouldn't have to deal with Claudia alone."

"Sounds like a good friend," I reply. "He called you his girl last night before you got to dinner, and I was sure when you showed up that you were together and that was his baby."

"Oh, lord no. We tried to sleep together once in high school. It was a disaster, and he likes to joke, that's how he knew he was for sure gay. He's been my person for as long as I can remember."

"I'm glad you've had him," I tell her honestly. I'm glad she didn't have to do this alone—that she had someone by her side.

"I need to get dressed if your family is going to be here at some point."

I don't say anything, just look at her and she quirks a brow.

"That means you need to leave the room."

"Why?"

"Cause I'm going to be naked." She shakes her head as she talks like I should know that.

"I've been inside you and we created a baby together. I think we're past seeing each other naked."

He hasn't seen me since I was in my glory at Hidden Gems. Now, I'm seven months pregnant.

"We weren't naked and now I'm huge, like a beached whale. I don't want the first time you see me naked to be when I am fat." She sighs.

"You're not fat," I growl. "If anything, I think you're even sexier pregnant."

"You do?" she mumbles.

I lean down, pressing a kiss to the top of her foot. Her skin is warm and smooth against my lips. Slowly, I trail kisses up to her ankle, then further to her calf. She shifts slightly, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

My lips continue their journey, trailing up her leg until they reach her knee. Quickly glancing up, I catch her staring at me intently. There's a spark in her gaze, a heat that matches the growing desire in my chest. I move my kisses higher, up her thigh, my hands sliding along her soft skin.

Delilah softly moans, her head tilting back. I reach the edge of the towel, and with a gentle tug, it slips from her body, pooling around her waist. Her breath hitches, and I can feel the tension building between us. I press my lips against the soft skin of her thigh, my fingers gripping her hips, urging her toward the edge of the bed. I'm finally going to know what she tastes like.

Her hands tangle in my hair, and she pulls me up, her lips crashing against mine. The kiss is hungry, filled with a fiery passion that makes my pulse race and my cock harden. My hands glide up her sides, tracing the delicate curve of her belly and the fullness of her breasts, before playing with her piercings. She moans into my mouth, her nails digging into my shoulders as she pulls me even closer.

I break the kiss, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Our eyes meet, and my desire for her intensifies.

"Fuck me, Wells," she whispers.

My hands find the towel again, tugging it away completely, leaving her bare before me. Her eyes are dark with desire, her lips parted, and I can see the need in her gaze. I can't hold back any longer.

I stand, pulling her to her feet. She wraps her arms around my neck, her body pressing against mine. I kiss her again, hard and deep, my hands roaming over every inch of her.

"I want you to ride me, Little Doe. I want to see this perfect body, round with my baby above me," I groan.

She pushes me back onto the bed, her hands fumbling with my belt. I help her, our movements frantic, desperate. She yanks at the button of my jeans, and I lift my hips to make it easier for her to slide them down. She manages to get them to my knees, and I kick them off the rest of the way. My polo shirt is next. I raise my arms, letting her pull it over my head and toss it aside.

Finally, I'm lying back on the bed in just my boxers. Her eyes rake over me, filled with hunger and anticipation. She kisses me again, her mouth hot and insistent, her hands exploring my chest and shoulders.

She straddles me, and I can feel her warmth, her need, as she grinds against me. My hands find her hips, guiding her movements, feeling the soft, smooth skin beneath my fingers. She sits up slightly, her hands on my chest, and I take the opportunity to slide my boxers down and kick them off.

She lowers herself onto me, her heat enveloping me completely. The sensation is overwhelming, the connection between us raw and intense. We move together, our bodies finding a rhythm, each thrust deep and powerful as she rolls her hips to match my pace.

Her moans fill the room, mingling with my grunts of pleasure. I grip her hips, guiding her movements, picking up the pace, driving us both closer to the edge. Her nails rake themselves down my chest, her head thrown back in ecstasy. I can feel her muscles tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"Yes, Wells," she cries, her voice trembling with need. I thrust harder, deeper, feeling the pressure building, the climax approaching. Her hips stop and I take the opportunity to buck up into her hard and fast as best I can from the bottom.

The familiar tingle starts to build in my balls—I'm close. With a final, powerful thrust, we both shatter, the world exploding around us.

"Fuuck!" she screams.

I groan, emptying inside of her as her pussy spasms around me, milking me for every drop I have.

She collapses onto my chest, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths mingling. I hold her close, pressing a kiss to her forehead, feeling her heart race against mine and the cool touch of her nipple piercings brushing against my skin.

"I'm going to taste you, Little Doe. Before we leave here, I will have my tongue deep inside that pretty little cunt."

She opens her mouth to respond. I'm sure with something sassy, but she's interrupted by a loud knocking on the door. We exchange glances and then she's up, putting on a shirt and shorts and hurrying to the living room.

"Who is it?" she calls.

"It's Rhonda, your gran—Jonas' mom. I have Roy, my husband, and Jonas with me. Can we come in? We just want to talk."

"Yeah, give me a second. I just woke up." she calls back before whipping her gaze at me.

"Get in that room and don't come out. We'll deal with," she motions her fingers back and forth between us, "this later when they leave. And for fuck's sake, please listen this time."