Chapter 30

DELILAH

My eyes flutter open, and I see Wells standing beside the bed, balancing a tray loaded with food. A slight curve of his lips has the corners of his eyes crinkled as he sets the tray on the bed.

"Good morning, beautiful," he says, his voice warm and tender. "I thought you might like breakfast in bed."

I blink sleepily, my heart fluttering. "Thank you," I reply, my voice thick as I sit up. The sight of scrambled eggs, crispy toast, fresh fruit, and a steaming cup of coffee makes my mouth water.

As I dig into the food, I steal glances at Wells. Last night's confession echoes in my mind—Wells saying, "I love you." The words play over and over. I want to tell him I heard him, to acknowledge his feelings. But then how can I be sure this is real? He has a history of disappearing every time I've started to trust him.

Can I risk my heart on these three little words when I'm still unsure of where we stand? I've been burned before, and I can't afford another heartbreak.

Wells breaks the silence, his brows slightly raised and a twinkle in his eye. "So, I've got a surprise for you today."

I quirk an eyebrow. "Oh? What kind of surprise?"

"You'll see," he says with a grin. "But first, get dressed. I want you to look as beautiful as ever."

I nod and head to the closet. I pull on a simple sundress and sandals before combing my hair and braiding it to the side so it's off my neck.

As I make my way back to the living room, Wells is waiting by the door, his gaze appreciative.

"Ready?" he asks, holding out his hand.

As our hands touch, a wave of warmth courses through me. We head out and drive through the neighborhood. I can't help but wonder what's in store.

We arrive at a large, charming white house with a black door and windows that's close to my place.

"Where are we?" I ask, looking around, noticing the lush green lawn and landscaping.

"My parents'," he replies with a smirk.

"Oh. Why couldn't you just tell me? Why the surprise?" I ask.

"Look, when my mom speaks, I listen. So, I just do as she says." He laughs.

He opens the door for me and leads me up a brick walkway to the front door. He knocks, and Rhonda opens it, her face lighting up when she sees me. Behind her, the foyer is decorated with a huge pastel banner that reads "Delilah's Little Boba," with tiny boba tea images. It's the cutest thing I've ever seen.

"What's going on?" I step inside and see it's as sophisticated and elegant as the outside. The earthy tones and textures on the floor and walls add warmth and coziness, making it a welcoming space. But the vases and art littered throughout speak more to their wealth.

"Well, every mom deserves a baby shower," Rhonda explains. "So, I decided to throw you one. Nothing crazy, just close family and a few of our close friends. I didn't want to overwhelm you."

I'm speechless. The effort Rhonda put into making this special for me makes my eyes water with unshed tears. My heart swells with appreciation.

"Okay," I whisper, nodding as if to confirm that this is really happening. Rhonda takes my hand and leads me into the living room, which is beautifully decorated with boba-themed decorations in various colors. The space is grand, with high ceilings that draw my eyes to the two magnificent, cascading chandeliers.

Roy, Jonas, and Derek are seated on a sprawling sectional sofa upholstered in a creamy, neutral fabric. To the right, a handful of other people I don't know are gathered around a cozy armchair. It's not the overwhelming crowd I feared, but it's intimate.

"Delilah, this is my best friend, Lisa," Rhonda says, introducing me to a woman with long, dark hair and high cheekbones. "Lisa has been my friend since I married Roy. Lisa, this is my granddaughter, Delilah."

"Nice to meet you," I say, extending my hand.

"You too, darling. Wow, you're beautiful. Must have gotten those looks from your dad, because Claudia could never," Lisa says, making me giggle.

"I like you already," I reply. It's a relief to meet someone who seems genuinely kind.

Lisa introduces me to Diane who has blonde hair styled in a neat bob with warm and inviting blue eyes and a few older cousins. They remind me of the older sisters from Practical Magic .

Rhonda has a food truck catering the shower, and I'm in heaven with the variety of dishes—pasta salad, and different types of sliders. Chicken, tuna, and egg salad. It all makes my stomach growl even though I just ate breakfast a little while ago.

I help myself to multiple plates, savoring each bite. The food is amazing, Rhonda did too much for me.

After a little over an hour, Roy rolls a cart into the living room with a two-tier cake. The base tier is a vibrant yellow with white drips cascading down the side. Perched on top is a boba tea cup, its turquoise blue hue popping against the yellow below. The cup has a cute face made of fondant and tiny brown tapioca pearls are placed around it, giving it an authentic look.

Rhonda cuts it and serves me a large slice. I take the first bite, and it's like a burst of sweetness—white cake with strawberry filling. It's the best cake I've ever had.

"Are you mad?" Wells asks, swiping a bite of my cake with a grin.

"No, surprised and at first a tad overwhelmed, but not mad," I say, my voice sincere. "Thank you for doing this."

"Good. But it was all my mom," he says, clearly relieved.

I enjoy every last bite of the cake and make a mental note to ask Rhonda if I can take the leftovers home for late-night cravings.

"Let's open the gifts!" Rhonda claps her hands, getting everyone's attention.

She starts bringing out gifts, and I'm amazed by how many there are. I open them one by one, each gift more thoughtful than the last. Wells takes notes so we can send thank you cards later. By the end, I've got a baby bathtub, a new swing, a car seat/stroller combo, and an array of clothes and bath items.

Then Jonas wheels in the wagon I mentioned to Claudia, complete with a big bow. Tears well up in my eyes as I look at it.

"How?" I ask, my voice cracking with emotion.

"Derek told me what she was getting you, and I figured after everything, she wouldn't or you'd refuse. You're kinda stubborn, I've noticed," Jonas says, making me laugh through my tears.

"So I had my assistant grab this one from a boutique downtown."

"Thank you," I say, wiping my eyes.

"You're welcome," Jonas replies.

I continue to chat and thank everyone while Jonas and Wells load everything into the car. As we say our goodbyes, Wells holds my hand, guiding me back to the car.

"I'm taking you to my place tonight. You haven't been, and it's only fair you have a few sleepovers there too."

"Deal. But your bed better be as comfy as mine," I tease.

"Where do you think Mom learned about that mattress?" He laughs.

We drive to Wells' place, a two-story home with a clean, modern exterior. I smile as we pull up. "This is very you just from the outside."

"It's where I've lived since I bought it when I was twenty-five," he says with pride.

We enter the house, and I'm struck by how immaculate and contemporary it is. It's beautiful, but it feels too pristine for my taste. I crave a home that feels lived-in, where the walls are full of memories.

As we put away the leftovers Rhonda sent home, I find myself once more reflecting on Wells' words last night. His gestures today have been sweet and considerate, and I can't deny that he's trying. But part of me is still on guard. Can he really change? Will he stay committed, or will he disappear again?

The thought of him vanishing is unsettling, but I also recognize that I'm falling for him more with each passing day. My heart is a mess of hope and caution. I want to believe in this, in us, but I need to see more than just promises.

Wells gives me a tour that ends in his bedroom. As I step out of his bathroom, he surprises me by pulling me into his arms, pushing me gently against the wall, and kissing me.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? How wild you drove me today looking like you do?" he murmurs, his lips brushing against mine.

"No. I'm in a dress and sandals, Wells. My ankles have disappeared, and my belly feels like it's expanding by the minute," I reply, feeling self-consciousness.

"It's sexy," he says, his voice thick with admiration.

"Whatever you say, babe," I reply with a smile. I'm not sure I completely believe him, but his gaze is so intense, it makes me feel beautiful.

He scoops me up and places me gently on the bed. He kisses me, then his hands explore my body, pulling my dress off and removing my sandals. I shiver as his fingers trail over my skin.

"No bra?" he asks, his eyes dark with desire.

"Not comfy," I tell him honestly.

"I like," he growls before dipping his head and sucking a nipple into his mouth.

His tongue flicks up and down against my hardened peak, making my eyes roll back.

"You taste so good," he rumbles.

"I want to taste you. You've not let me yet. Let me suck your cock, Wells." I'm practically begging, but I don't care. I want him in my mouth in the worst way.

"I think I will," he replies. I gasp as I feel his body leave mine and he undoes his jeans and pushes them down.

"Suck," he breathes. I glance up and catch him staring down at me, his hand stroking his shaft. He has a hungry gleam in his eyes as he licks his lips.

I drop to my knees in front of him, gripping his cock and sticking my tongue out to lick the pre-cum off the tip. Hissing, he tangles his hand in my hair. "Suck me like a good girl."

I suck him between my lips and swirl my tongue around his tip. My reward is a deep exhale and a salty taste in my mouth. I work my tongue on the bottom of Wells' shaft as I take him deeper.

"God, your mouth is sin," he praises.

Whimpering, a gush of arousal drips down my thighs. My eyes flick up to Wells, who's watching me closely. He's biting his lower lip, lids heavy as his chest rises and falls quickly.

"Keep going, baby," he mutters, thrusting into my mouth.

Gagging, my eyes water, and my jaw throbs with pain.

"You're doing so good. So fucking good," he groans and the praise has me sucking harder.

Moaning, I work Wells over faster.

"Shit!" he hisses as my teeth scrape along his dick.

I pull off his cock but look up at him with my mouth open, letting him know I still want it.

Grabbing him, I jerk him quickly up and down, twisting at the tip before I come back down. A minute later, his cock twitches, sending ropes of cum onto my tongue.

"You're amazing. Now lie back and let me make you feel good."

I blush, biting the inside of my cheeks. I'm embarrassingly drenched for him right now. But I obey like a good little girl and roll to my back. Wells wastes no time in grabbing my legs and pulling me closer to the edge of the bed where he's standing, holding my legs up.

The tip of his cock presses against my slick opening.

"So stunning. And mine. All mine," he growls before thrusting forward.

I'm biting my cheek so hard to hold back a scream that I taste copper in my mouth.

"So damn tight," he snarls, pulling out and thrusting back in causing my eyes to roll back.

His grunts, and growls only fuel the fire building in my belly.

"Oh, fuck," I cry when his tip hits my sweet spot and I squeeze my eyes shut. Pleasure courses through my body, while my mind becomes hazy.

"That's it, Little Doe. Taking my cock so damn good. God, you feel amazing."

"Ohhhh," I pant as my orgasm starts to build. It's slow at first, like a fire that's just started to catch the kindling. Then it hits, like a flame igniting, and I fucking explode. In a quick motion, I twist my head and sink my teeth into my arm, muffling the scream that bursts from within me. My pussy clamps down on his cock, gripping him tight.

"Fuck!" he roars, slamming into me one last time before groaning loudly. His cock jerks inside me, thick ropes of warm cum coating my insides.

We remain like that, gasping for air, as we catch our breath. Wells pulls out and a gush of cum goes with him.

My eyes flutter open, catching a glimpse of him disappearing into the bathroom. I hear the soft sound of water running, and a sense of anticipation fills me. He returns moments later, a warm, damp cloth in his hand.

Wells kneels beside me, his eyes full of tenderness. "I've got you," he whispers. He gently parts my legs, and the warmth of the cloth against my skin brings immediate relief. I let out a soft sigh, my body relaxing under his touch.

I maneuver up the bed as gracefully as I can, being eight months pregnant, and slide under the blanket, feeling the cool sheets against my skin. Wells wipes himself off and tosses the cloth in the hamper by the door with a casual flick of his wrist.

"Comfortable?" he asks.

"Getting there," I reply, nestling into the pillows. I feel like a whale, but Wells never makes me feel anything less than beautiful.

He slides in next to me, and I lean my head on his chest, savoring the solid warmth of him beneath me. His arm wraps around me, and I feel his fingers trace gentle circles on my back. It's a simple gesture, but it melts away any lingering discomfort.

Wells grabs the remote and turns the TV on, flipping through options on HULU until he lands on 911 .

"How about a marathon?" he suggests, a hint of a grin playing on his lips.

"Perfect," I say, my voice muffled against his chest. The familiar scenes and characters fill the room, creating a comforting background as the afternoon turns into evening.