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“Come on, let me get a few things,” I said, pulling his hand into the trailer with me. I grabbed the bag that I had packed as most of my things were in boxes at the apartment. “We will just leave my car here in case your mom might need to go somewhere,”

“I saw that sexy pink car out there,” he smiled. “It suits you,”

“You think so?” I laughed walking past him.

“You, are not carrying anything anymore,” he smiled, taking the bag from my hands.

“I could get used to this, ya know,” I grabbed my purse, taking out the car keys and tossing them on the kitchen table, then headed toward the door.

“I could get used to that new haircut. You look so damn sexy, Harlow jean,” he grabbed me from behind, bringing me to his chest. He bit the side of my neck making my core throb. I moaned, his erection pressing against my backside.

Chapter Nine

Vice

With the worst three weeks that I have ever had, I never thought that everything would turn into one of the best days of my life. Getting back together with Harlow, finding out I am going to be a father, and seeing my mom the most sober, and happiest she has ever been has me fucking sailing on high. I am just happy to have my now pregnant girlfriend whom I am incredibly in love with by my side.

I reached over, grabbing Harlow's hand in mine as we were heading through a drive thru on the way to my apartment; per pregnant woman's orders. I quickly drove us home barely being able to keep my hands off of her as it is.

We pulled into the parking lot of my apartment and I helped Harlow out of the car with her bags.

“I miss being here,” she took a deep breath.

“We missed having you around. Even Skip has been whining,”

“What?” she laughed.

“Seriously, Har,” I winked at her.

“Oh, God. Now don't you start,” she closed her door, and we were walking to the stairs when we saw Chase sitting on them, waiting for me to get home. Fuck me.

“What do you want, Chase?” Harlow sighed.

“Nothing that has to do with you, sister,” he spat.

“What the fuck do you want, Miller?” I rolled my eyes. “I thought we got past your petty ass bullshit, or was the last three weeks for me a vacation from your issues?”

“I see you returned all of my invites,” he tossed a huge, black lawn and leaf bag at my feet.

“Oh, my God! You sent all of those in three weeks?” Harlow knelt down busting the top of the bag open. She gasped. “This is seriously crazy, Chase!” she stood up, staring at him with a sadness in her eyes. Sadness for what her brother was doing to someone she loved.

“Stay out of this, Harlow, fucking-A,” he shook his head.

“Take your invites and get the hell out of here, Miller,” I picked up the invites and threw them back at him. Some flying out all over the cement.

“You know what? This is ridiculous, Chase. I am calling the cops and then calling dad. You clearly have issues, and need help. This is harassment,” she dug her cell out from the back pocket of her shorts and was scrolling through her contacts.

“Fuck you, you aren't,” he ripped the cell phone from Harlow's hands and threw it across the parking lot, it sailed like a hockey puck across the pavement. “You will not call dad, Harlow Jean!”

She gasped. “You owe me a phone, Chase,” she demanded, her hands on her hips.

“I don't owe you shit,” he spat back.

“Besides the other fifty million I haven't gotten yet,” Harlow crossed her arms over her chest.

Fifty million dollars? Holy shit! Why was I not aware of this?

Chase growled, running his hands through his hair then down his face completely annoyed with Harlow. It was making me laugh. Now, I can say I know what sibling rivalry is like.

“I am not here to talk to you, Harlow, so please, stay the hell out of it,” he eyed her up and down. “I suppose it's a good thing you quit Nostalgia, too. You've packed on a few pounds. You've become quite the fat ass, sister,”

I was about to pounce on Chase when Harlow beat me to it. She threw the rest of her soda in his face making him gasp. “I'm not fat, I'm pregnant you fucking asshole!”

He looked up at me, blinking the soda from his eyes. “I've got a list of Harlow's number one clients if you ever have any doubts about this one being yours, Jackson,”

“Son of a bitch!” I lunged after Chase, tackling him to the grass near the stairs. Harlow being smart not trying to stop it this time since she is pregnant. “I'll fucking kill you!” I laid into him, punch after punch to his face.

“Vice, please stop!” Harlow pleaded.

“Don't you ever say anything about Harlow, or my child!” I hit him a few more times. “Ever!” I hit him once more when the next thing I knew, Skip and Vinny were pulling me off of Chase, and Chode was yelling.

“Get the fuck out of here, Chase!”

“Let me go, I'm going to fucking kill him!” I growled trying to get out of Vinny and Skip's grip on my arms. Chode gave Chase the chance to stand up before pushing him into the parking lot. He stayed there and made sure that he wasn't coming back.

I struggled, wanting so badly to go after Chase and snap his neck. “Harlow,” Skip said. “Dude, Harlow...”

I stopped struggling and could hear Harlow crying. I looked over and she was standing there crying watching the whole thing. Skip let me go, I grabbed Harlow and held her tightly to my chest.

“Are you okay, babe?” I asked her.

She nodded. “I hate seeing what he is doing to you,” she sobbed. “It's killing me,”

“Take her upstairs, we'll make sure that he doesn't come back,” Skip gave me a knowing look.

“Will you grab her phone?” I pointed towards the parking lot. “He threw it,”

“Yeah.” he nodded then walked off toward the parking lot in search for Harlow's phone. It only hit on the backside, if it didn't work I would buy her a new one.

“Come on, let's get you up stairs,” I said, grabbing her bag and her purse from the stairs. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and walked with her to the door. She was still crying.

I left her on the bed in my room, while I ran to the bathroom to run her a bath. When I came back she had stopped crying. I took her hand, and lead her to the bathtub. “You need to relax. I am sure that stressing isn't good for the baby, okay?”

She nodded. “Okay,”

“I'm going to go out in the living room and explain to Skip and the guys about what happened. If you need anything just yell for me,” I smiled at her reassuring her that everything was alright, that I was okay.

“I'm sorry,” she sulked, stripping her clothes off and getting into the tub.

“No more saying you're sorry,” I kissed her forehead. “I love you,”

“I love you, too,” she gave me a weak smile then closed her eyes.

I felt guilty losing my temper in front of her that way as I was sure that was what scared her the most. But when he bumped his gums about Harlow and my unborn child, I saw red. I could have killed that son of a bitch if it weren't for the guys stopping me.

I closed the bathroom door and the guys were sitting on the couch waiting for me to come out of the bathroom. I washed Chase's blood off of my hands in the kitchen sink.

“Is she alright?” Skip asked, handing Harlow's phone to me. “It's scratched as all hell on the backside, but it still works,”

I nodded. “Yeah, it just upset her is all,” I set her phone on the kitchen counter.

“What the hell happened out there?” Chode asked. “You were going to kill him,”

“Yeah, I don't think I have ever seen you so pissed,” Vinny added. “What the fuck did dude say to you that got you so heated?”

I sat down in my chair with a sigh. “Harlow is pregnant, and he was running his mouth,”

“Wow!” Skip sat forward, his elbows on his knees. “I think I am having a heart attack,” he gripped at Vinny's shirt in a dramatic scene, laying across his lap. “I-I-I-I'm so cold,”

I grabbed the remote off of the floor and threw it at Skip. “Freaking idiot, God,” They were laughing so hard that I had to laugh myself.

After we calmed down Skip asked, “Are you okay with this?”

“Absolutely,” I smiled.

“Congratulations,” the guys said in unison from the couch. I just shook my head and laughed at their goofy asses.

The only thing in my life that I am unsure of at the moment is how much more Chase is going to mess with us. I was close to the end of my rope with this guy and I still have no idea how long it will take until I hang his ass with it. Now, I also have to keep in mind that this guy is Harlow's brother. The last thing I want to do is hurt her while in the process of hurting him.

“Vice!” Harlow yelled from the bathroom. I jumped to my feet and ran to the bathroom.

“You okay?” I burst through the door, my heart was racing in my chest at the thought of something being wrong.

She smiled sweetly, shampoo in her hair looking like she had marshmallow on her head. “Yeah, I need a towel,”

“Gotcha',” I relaxed. If this is how I am now, what the hell am I going to be like in the next eight months. I'm going to drive myself crazy.

She chuckled. “Are you, okay?”

“Of course,” I grabbed a towel from the closet behind the door in the bathroom. I set it on the side of the tub.

“I'll be out in a minute,” she started to hum, washing her hair.

“I'll be in the bedroom watching TV, babe. So come in there when you're done,”

“Okay,” she turned, fingers still working the shampoo with a smile.

I laughed, shutting the door behind me.

“Were going to the bar, so you guys can relax or do whatever,” Skip was at the end of the hallway with his car keys in his hand.

“Alright, thanks,” I gave him a nod of gratitude then headed into my room. I took my shirt off and changed into a pair of gray sweatpants, then plopping down onto my bed I grabbed the remote and turned the flat screen on.

I heard Vinny, “Already a family man,” I smiled.

Family... that was one word growing up that didn't apply to me. I have never had a family, a family that loves and cares about each other. I never had anyone to run to when I was sad, scared, or hurt. No matter what were to ever happen in the future, this baby will always have a family. He or she will always have me and will always have Harlow. I suddenly felt a sense of pride as I flipped through the channels.

“What's up, Thinky McThinkerson?” Harlow said from the doorway with a thoughtful smile, she was leaning against the open door frame in a pink, silk nightgown. Her short, pink and blonde hair was wet and sticking up sexily in all directions. I was so deep in thought that I hadn't noticed her standing there.

I smiled at her. “I was just thinking about our family,” I patted the space on the bed next to me. “Come here, gorgeous,”

She pushed herself from the door frame and closed the door behind her. “What about our family?” she crawled onto the bed, laying her head on my chest. Her warm fingers tracing the intricate lines of the tattoo's across my chest.

“How I know our baby will never be without,” I was rubbing circles on the skin of her shoulder with my thumb as I stared at the flat screen deep in thought. “I mean, not necessarily the material things. I mean love, he or she will never be without our love, and patience. I will do everything that I can to make sure that I will always be there for the baby. I want to be a good father, and do what is right by you and the baby.” I sighed. “I just don't want to fuck it up,”

“Vice, we will fuck up,” she chuckled. “But, we will learn and grow from those things, you know? I bet you could ask any good parent, wife, or husband and they would tell you a list of things they have done wrong or wish that they could do over and over again even better,” she kissed my chest. “We're only human, Vice Jackson. Life doesn't come with an instruction manual,” she laughed.

“Nope, it sure doesn't,” I kissed the top of her head closing my eyes and taking a deep breath in, she still smelled like vanilla and cotton candy. I have missed her, everything about her.

“I missed you,” her voice quivered, she was crying.

I placed my finger under her chin, she looked up at me. The tears rolled down her flushed cheeks, I wiped them away with my thumb. “I missed you, too,” I lightly pressed my lips against hers in a delicate, comforting manner. She sobbed against my lips and I kissed her harder to drown them. I pulled away, and rolled over pulling her closer to me. For the first time being around Harlow, I didn't want to have sex. All I wanted was her in my arms, and to feel her heartbeat against my chest. All I wanted, was Harlow.

A pleasure filled groan escaped my lips, waking me from a dead sleep. I felt the moist, warmth of Harlow's mouth wrapped around me. She grazed the tip of my erection slowly with her teeth. I blinked my eyes open, the only lighting in my room was the flicker from the now muted flat screen. I lifted my head to meet the lust filled, blue eyes of my beautiful girlfriend. She ran her soft, warm hand up my stomach to my chest as she took all of me into her mouth. My head dropped back onto the pillow, my eyes closed.

“Fuck, Harlow,” I moved my hips in rhythm with her palm, and delectable mouth. I felt the bed move, then her hands were on my hips holding me down to the bed, her taking control turned me on even more. She took all of me in her mouth again, I could feel the back of her throat on the tip of my dick. She moved faster, sucking harder. My dick was throbbing, and my head was spinning.

“I'm going to cum, babe,” I warned her, running my hands through her hair.

“Mm,” she moaned, it vibrating every inch of my hardness sending me over the edge in a mind bending orgasm. She moaned again, excepting my heat down the back of her throat. She brought her lips up my shaft, then swirled her tongue across the tip making sure to not miss a drop.

“Oh, my God, babe,” I breathed. I sat up, pulling her to me. “That was unreal,” I held her to my chest.

“You liked it,” she giggled, I could hear the excitement in her voice.

“I loved it,” I turned her onto her back, looking into her eyes. “And, I love you,”

“I love you, too,” she whispered. I could see it in her eyes that she wanted me, and badly. I wanted to return the favor. I wanted to do something that I had yet to do and that was to put my mouth on her and taste a part of Harlow Jean that I had yet to taste.