“How often did you have sex with Britt that month?” Trisha asked.
“Fuck, I don’t know. A couple of times a day, every day. She’s a f**king machine.” He paused and grinned. “Fucking machine,” he repeated, and laughed at his own joke.
“And why did you want to slap Krit with Jedrick’s baby?” Trisha asked Britt, who let out a loud annoyed sigh and shot daggers at my sister.
“Because I love Krit,” she replied.
“Wrong answer. Try again,” Trisha repeated in a sharp tone.
“Because the condom broke that one time. When it happened, I knew I could say it was his and he’d believe me.”
Trisha motioned toward Jedrick. “Hate to point out the obvious, but when the baby was born, it was gonna be obvious it wasn’t Krit’s. He and Jedrick do not share the same color skin.”
Britt threw her hands up in the air. “I didn’t know what I was gonna do! I was desperate. I was starting to show, and my dad noticed. He demanded I tell him whose baby it was. He was yelling and calling me a slut. I couldn’t tell him it was Jederick’s. He would have killed me. So, I said it was Krit’s.”
My relief was turning into rage as I realized what Britt had almost taken from me. That Blythe had dealt with a life-changing bomb without me there to hold her because of Britt’s lie. I took a step toward her, when Jedrick stepped in front of me.
“Dat’s my baby mama, man,” he said.
“Krit.” Blythe’s sweet voice called out, and I turned around to see her standing there in my T-shirt. “It’s okay. It’s really better than okay,” she said, a smile lighting up her face. She’d heard everything. She was right. “Let them go.” Her eyes shifted to Trisha’s. “Except Trisha. I can make coffee if she wants to stay.”
“She wants to leave too,” I answered without looking back at my sister. I was thankful for her hand in figuring this out, but I wanted my morning alone with Blythe.
“Day-um,” Jedrick said, reminding me there was another man in the room.
“Go back to the room,” I told her, stepping in his line of view.
Jedrick laughed. “Don’ blame you at all.”
“Go,” I said, pointing to the door.
Jedrick looked more than happy to leave, and Britt scurried out behind him. I turned to look at Trisha. “Thanks.”
She reached over and patted my cheek like I was ten. “That’s what big sisters are for. Fixing shit,” she said with a smile. “Now, go be happy. She came back, didn’t she? Even when she thought you were gonna be someone else’s baby daddy,” she pointed out.
“If I run off to Vegas and get hitched, you’ll forgive me for not having a wedding right?” I asked her.
“You run off to Vegas and I’ll kill you,” she said with a smile, then turned and walked to the door. “Bye, Blythe!” she called out.
Blythe’s head peeked around the corner. “Bye! I’d say again that you could stay, but he doesn’t seem to like that idea,” she said, grinning as she looked at me.
“I can see that. I’ll let y’all enjoy your morning,” she said, then left us alone.
Blythe stepped out of her hidden spot behind the door and walked toward me. “I would have stayed by your side through it all. But I’m very glad that the only babies you’ll be having will be mine.”
Grabbing her and carrying her over to the sofa while she squealed, I sank down with her in my lap. “If you don’t go get birth control fast, we’ll be having those babies a lot sooner than planned,” I told her.
“I’m going to the clinic today,” she assured me, then kissed my nose. “I love you this morning.”
“I love you more this morning,” I replied, then slid my hands under my shirt that was covering her up. “I had intended to wake you up by kissing these beauties,” I told her as I held her br**sts in my hands.
“I hate that I missed that, but we can go back in there and I can pretend to be asleep,” she said with a little sexy smirk.
“Can you pretend to be asleep naked? That way I can wake you up by sliding my tongue up that hot little slit between your legs.”
Blythe’s eyes flared, and she wiggled off my lap and stood up.
“Where are you going?” I asked, reaching for her to bring her back.
She dodged me and grinned. “No way. I’m going to go pretend I’m asleep.” She ran for the room then glanced back over her shoulder. “Naked,” she called out.
Jumping up, I followed behind, giving her just enough time to strip down and get back in our bed.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Two months later
BLYTHE
I had almost finished writing my first complete novel. It was a romance. And an epic one at that. I was thrilled with how it had come together, and even if no one else ever read it, I had it to reread and remember. Because it was our story. It was a story of healing, redemption, passion, forgiveness, and love.
I wanted to have it edited and at least bound before Christmas. The one person I did want to read it was Krit. I would have never guessed that the beautiful man who had stood watching me twirl around my apartment with an amused grin would be the one to make me whole. Our story was beautiful, and having it all written down in words meant it was a story that would never be forgotten. When we are long gone, our great-grandchildren would have this story to read and know that they came from love.
Krit opened the door and stepped inside. I closed my MacBook so he couldn’t peek at the words.
“Put it there.” I pointed at the spot I’d cleared out in our living room.
Krit picked up the Virginia pine tree we had picked out together at the Christmas tree farm, carried it over to the corner, and stood it up.
It was going to be my first real Christmas. I had never been given a Christmas present or I’d never decorated a tree. Those were things I’d watched happen in the house I’d grown up in, but I’d never been invited to participate.
“How’s that?” Krit asked, standing back to survey his work.
“Perfect,” I told him, throwing my arms around his neck. “Now we get to decorate.” The excitement was almost too much. I had always wanted to decorate a tree.
“Love, I’ll do whatever the hell you want me to as long as it makes you smile like that,” he said, turning around and kissing me firmly on the mouth.
“Good. Because we’re decorating cookies tonight, and that will make me smile,” I told him.
He smirked. “Icing and you and a kitchen counter. Yeah, sounds like my kind of fun.”
“The icing goes on the cookies,” I told him.
He nodded. “Sure it does. And then it goes on your ni**les, and if you’re really good, between your thighs.”
The catch in my breath made him grin. “That’s what I thought. My girl likes to play.”
“Okay, we’ll play, but only if I get to put some icing on my favorite piercing.” I said.
His eyes lit up, and he tugged my hand, pulling me toward the kitchen.
“What are you doing? We have a tree to decorate,” I said, giggling as I followed him.
“No, love. We are going to get that icing and let you put it on your favorite piercing. Play first, decorate the tree later.”
“Krit,” I said, and he stopped and looked back at me.
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“I love you.”
He towered over me, and his blue eyes smoldered as he gazed down at me. “I love you more,” he whispered against my lips, then he made me forget about decorations and cookies. I was lost in the one man who had been made just for me.