Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Aiden…
His kids…
Sean…
Sean wouldn’t hurt me.
Would he?
Chapter 7
<>Aiden<>
We rode the two hours home in silence. She didn’t say a word and I refused the urge to speak to her. Telling myself over and over again that there wasn’t anything left to say between us, fully aware it was just another lie.
One I wasn’t ready to confront.
A familiar aura filled the atmosphere, remembering a time when it was Bailey I was bringing home instead of a woman who wasn’t my wife.
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” Bailey questioned, scooting closer to me in the front seat of my Lincoln Continental.
“Where would the fun be in that?”
“Dr. Pierce, why are you surprising me? You’re the one who just graduated from medical school, I should be surprising you.”
“Mrs. Pierce, you can surprise me later when you get on your knees.”
She smiled, blushing. “On my knees, huh? That’s quite cocky, even for you.”
“Oh, Beauty, trust me, you will be sucking my cock in every room…” I pulled into a gated community. “Of our new house.”
Her eyes darted all around her.
“No… you didn’t… can we afford this Aiden? I don’t make that much money at my internship and neither do you.”
“I do now. I accepted a residency. You’re looking at the newest resident doctor in the ER at Docher Memorial Hospital.”
Her mouth dropped open. “What?! Aiden! Oh my God! How in God’s name did you manage to make all our dreams come true?”
I parked in our new driveway and pulled her into my lap.
“For you, Bay. I’ve done everything for you.”
“What about this tattoo?” She gestured toward the three crosses on my neck. “Did you get that for me too?”
“No, I got that for me.”
She wasn’t happy with my decision to permanently ink my skin, but it held so much meaning, signifying the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit which descended down my left arm. I wasn’t a religious man by any means, but I wanted a reminder of how easy it was to walk down the wrong path in life. The only foster parents that gave a damn about me, Mario and Eva, taught me that. It upset me we lost track of each other over the years.
“Well then, what am I supposed to do for you?”
“You have the most important job, baby.”
“I do?”
“Yeah. You’re going to quit your position at the advertising firm, and you’re going to make me a father.”
She smiled, beaming bright and beautiful.
“I can do that.”
“Good.” I kissed her. “Let’s start now.”
“I thought you wanted me on my knees.”
“Later. Right now, I want to make love to my gorgeous wife in our new driveway.”
“Hey, where’d you go?” Camila asked, bringing my attention back to her. “It’s like you were here, but you’re not. Are you okay?”
“You really need to learn how to mind your own business.”
The hurt expression on her face made my chest ache, but she quickly recovered.
She didn’t waste a second, putting me in my place, spewing, “I’ll tell you what, I’ll learn to mind my own business when you learn not to be an asshole.”
“Cami—”
“Camila!” She opened the door to my car, making me realize we were sitting in the driveway.
How long had we’d been here?
“My name is Ca-mi-la, it’s actually really simple to pronounce. Maybe you should start there. Learn my name first, it might help with the process of not being an asshole.” She got out, slamming the door behind her.
I scoffed out a chuckle, shaking my head. There was no denying the fire that lived inside of her, and now it lived inside of my house as of today.
How long until it exploded? Burning us both alive.
I shoved away the thought.
She’s here for your kids, Aiden.
For. Your. Kids.
By the time I had my shit together, she was already inside. I grabbed her suitcase, making my way behind her. Instantly, I was slapped in the face with my baby girl who was beyond happy seeing Camila walk toward her from her play pen.
“Ma! Ma! Ma!” she shouted, bouncing up and down against the side. Holding onto the railing for balance. “Ma!” she repeated, so fucking excited. Engraining the word deep into my heart.
Where all I could see…
All I could feel…
Was the family I’d always wanted.
“Hey, Little Miss.” She picked Journey up, placing her on her hip to bounce some more. She wrapped her chubby little arms around Camila’s neck, clinging onto her like she never wanted to let her go. “I’m not your momma. My name is Ca-mi-la,” she emphasized each syllable the same way she had just done for me in the car.
Journey pulled away, and grabbed onto her face, once again repeating, “Ma!”
“Okay, we’ll work on my real name later.”
It seemed as though I stood there, watching their mannerisms and banter for hours, smiling on the outside while my heart was breaking all over again on the inside. I couldn’t take it any longer.