The Intern Serials: Complete Box Set (41 page)

Chapter Twenty-One

Bentley

“YOU’RE SURE?”

“Yes.”

“How can you know for sure?” I question, pacing the kitchen.

She pulls six white sticks out of her purse and lays them flat out on the counter. “Because six out of six is a pretty good bet.”

I lean over and examine them. All saying the exact same thing. Positive.

“Aren’t you happy?” she asks, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

I round the counter and cup her face in both hands. I lean in and briefly graze my lips over hers. “I’m ecstatic. Are you happy?”

Her eyes close on contact as I brush a finger over cheek. “Yes. Very.”

I just flew back in from L.A. after spending a week there finalizing my contract with several agencies and photographers for Leighton Modeling Co. After discussing my plan with Angie, she went to her boss, who ate the whole thing up. In fact, he even offered to help me get it off the ground with all of his contacts, as well. Now I could work on my own schedule and only have to travel to meet up with joining companies. It’s a dream to be my own boss instead of having to answer to someone else. It’s still new, and we haven’t opened up to prospective clients yet, but we will be in the next six months or so.

“I found out right after you left,” she admits. “I almost told your mother when we met up a couple days ago, but I wore a baggy shirt so she wouldn’t notice.”

“Is it normal to show this early?” I ask with caution.

She scrunches her lips up into a questionable grin. “No, not really. I’d only be about five or six weeks. So, it’s probably just bloating.”

I raise my brows, feeling very out of my league. “I’m going to have to download some books if I’m going to have any clue on what I’m doing.”

She laughs lightly. “You and me both.”

I cover her mouth with mine as I soak up her taste and massage my tongue with hers. I stand in between her legs as her arms wrap around me and pull me in closer to her. Her body melts into mine as a moan escapes her lips. Her nails dig into the muscles of my back as I pull her off the barstool and wrap her legs around me.

I walk us to our bedroom, slamming the door shut with my foot. I lay her on the mattress and immediately crawl over her, ripping clothing off that’s blocking off any access.

I assist in pulling my pants down and tearing my shirt off. I’ve missed her all week, but now this was a raw hunger that was making me need her right now.

I stand on the edge of the bed and pull her legs to the edge, letting them hang over the edge. She smiles up at me as I tease her entrance with my cock. I stroke it with one hand as I rub her clit with the other.

I push inside her, deep and forcefully, until I fill her completely. She gasps as I push in even deeper.

“Am I hurting you?” I ask, worried I’ve somehow hurt the baby.

“No…no, don’t stop. Keep going,” she pleads. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as I thrust against her upon her request.

I grab both of her wrists with my hands and pin them down on the mattress on each side of her. I keep up with the rhythm as I hold her upper body hostage with my arms and her lower body with my hips. She’s completely exposed and vulnerable as I push all the pleasure I can into her.

“Yes, god. Yes.”

“Spread your hips wider, baby.” She complies, expanding her hips for me. “Relax, sweetheart.” Her body eases into the bed, her back lying flat. I pull out of her slightly, letting my cock rest right on her swollen lips before I slam back into her. She gasps, her head falling back as she screams out. “Fucking perfect,” I growl.

*   *   *

“Oh, I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve invited the girls over tonight,” she says as she rummages through the fridge and freezer, digging out a pre-cut package of cookie dough, a pint of Ben & Jerry’s, and a variety of soda. She then walks over to the pantry and grabs two bags of popcorn and a bag of potato chips.

“I hope you plan to share some of that with your guests,” I mock. “Or if not—”

She spins around and scowls at me. “Yes, they are for everyone. However, what I call dibs on is none of your business,” she teases right back.

“How many people are coming over?” I question, wondering if I’m going to be hiding out in my office all night instead. I can only take so much girl gossip.

“Just Cora, Katelynn, Casey, and my mom. Oh, and I think Casey is bringing Jason. And Katelynn and Brandon are still in that honeymoon planning-the-wedding stage, so I’m sure she’ll drag him, too.”

I sigh. “Well, at least I won’t be the only guy. I might even stick around.”

“Good, you should. It’s the new season of Celebrity Rehab.”

I narrow my brows at her. “You can’t be serious.”

“Don’t make fun of my guilty pleasures.” She points a wooden spoon at me as she continues to scowl at me. “Reality TV is my weakness.”

“That’s an understatement.” I laugh.

She throws a bag of popcorn at my face. “Be useful. Pop that in.” Her scowl turns into a sweet smile. “I mean…
please
.”

“Is this what I get to look forward to for the next seven to eight months?” I ask, sardonically. “I mean…
enjoy
for the next seven to eight months. I’m going to enjoy every moment.” I shoot her an over the top grin.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, mister.”

The doorbell rings and saves me from what I’m sure was going to be me groveling on my hands and knees.

“Hello—” I begin, but am soon interrupted by Cora barging in and walking right passed me. I wave my arm out, now speaking to no one. “Well, come on in.”

I hear her walking to the kitchen, apparently eager to talk to Ceci. I shut the door behind me when I hear Ceci squeal.

“Son-of-a-bitch!”

I walk to where they both are hovering over a piece of paper. “What is it?”

She holds up a printed copy of some online tabloid gossip magazine. “How is this possible?”

I grab it from her and read the header, “Bentley and Ceci Leighton expecting! Parents are over-joyed!”

“What the hell?” We haven’t had to deal with the press in quite some time. Ever since I stopped modeling all together, they haven’t been interested, but now apparently they were. “How’s that possible?”

“It’s true?” Cora gasps, breaking my stare. And apparently, Ceci hadn’t told Cora yet.

“Yes, Cora. It’s true. I’m expecting.” I pat my stomach, teasing her and getting a smack in the arm in return.

“Shut up, Bentley,” she hisses, but I see a hint of a smile on her face. “Are you really?” She turns and faces Ceci who’s smiling ear to ear, unable to hide her excitement.

“Yes!” she responds, giddily. “But, I literally only found out a week ago. I have no idea how they even found out.” She waves a hand in the air, expressing her annoyance. “I just told Bentley tonight.”

“You found out a week ago and didn’t tell me?” she scolds. “You took all the fun out of it for me.” I laugh, shaking my head. “Hey,” Cora groans, pointing a finger at me. “She watched me pee on a stick!”

“I have like two left if you wanna reenact it,” Ceci offers, teasingly. “I actually do have to pee.” She laughs.

Cora cocks her head to the side. “No, I’ll pass on that. But how exciting we’re pregnant at the same time!” She wraps her arms around Ceci and hugs her. “Our kids will definitely be best friends.”

“I’m going to let you girls have your night and I’ll go work in my office,” I say, but Cora quickly cuts me off.

“No, you can’t. Simon is coming over. The only way I could talk him into it was that I said you’d be here.”

I shoot her a disapproving look, but give in already. “All right, fine.” I sigh. “I’ll make the popcorn.” I flash a fake smile. “Oh, who did you have buy the tests for you?” I ask Ceci, pressing the popcorn button on the microwave.

She gives me a puzzling expression, as she slowly answers, “No one. Why?”

“Well, that’s probably how they found out. Maybe an employee saw you and leaked it to the press. People will do anything for a dollar,” I remind her. “You have to be careful.”

Although I wasn’t in my old career, people were still obsessed with digging into our private lives. I’m not sure if that’s ever going to go away as long as I’m a Leighton.

*   *   *

Our living room is packed with people sitting on the floor and couch as Ceci flips the right channel on.

Since the news was leaked anyway, I tell Ceci she should tell her mom and friends so they aren’t finding out like Cora did.

We make eye contact from across the room as I bring in another bowl of popcorn. I nod in agreement with her silent question of if we should say something now or later.

“So,” Ceci begins, getting all their attention. I walk over to where she’s sitting on the loveseat. “Bentley and I found out some news and we want to be the first ones to tell you before you hear it.”

I watch Ceci’s mom, her face a mixture of fear and excitement. Although they haven’t always had the best relationship, I know it’s been a concern of hers that I’d take her daughter out of the state and make it impossible for her to see Ceci. I never wanted that, which was part of the reason for wanting to retire from modeling.

“We found out we’re expecting,” she finally blurts out.

A mixture of cries and squeals echo the room. Katelynn jumps up almost immediately as tears run down her mom’s cheeks.

“Am I the only one not pregnant right now?” Katelynn cries jokingly. I turn and catch Brandon’s scared expression.

“Not me!” Ceci’s mom says with a smile. “But I’m surely excited you are, baby.” She wraps her arms around Ceci. Watching them be close again makes this all more surreal and as if things are starting to fall into place.

“Well, at least I get to be an aunt to two adorable babies now.” Katelynn smiles. “Just don’t give me the water you two are clearly drinking.”

Once everyone has settled from the news, Ceci turns the show back on. Apparently, it’s the season premier, and it’s when all the new celebrities are announced.

“Oh. My. God!” Ceci all but yells, leaning on the edge of the couch. “Is that…is that freaking Hannah?”

I was barely paying attention before, so when she yells out Hannah’s name, my face immediately snaps up.

“Wait,
the
Hannah? Conniving, manipulating, and life ruining—Hannah?” Cora rambles off, her eyes glued to the TV for confirmation.

Simon and Brandon are all sitting back wondering what all the fuss is about when I finally clue them in.

“Yes, that’s her.”

“How is that possible? She’s not famous,” Katelynn asks, popping a piece of popcorn in her mouth. “More times than not it’s celebs I barely know, but was Hannah ever cast in anything?”

“She did a few times before she got real bad and went into rehab. Once she got addicted, her career nose-dived. That’s when she went into rehab.”

“And apparently a good one!” Cora chimes in. “Talk about killing two birds with one stone,” she says, referencing to the fact that now she was on TV even though she’s battling her addiction.

“Well, I hope it helps her at least. I hope she can get clean for her sake,” Ceci adds, genuinely. I smile at her, deeply thankful that my wife can be the stronger one and forgive although Hannah doesn’t deserve it.

Half way through, the doorbell rings so I get up and greet Casey. “Oh, my god, what did I miss?” She barges through me, leaving Jason at the door.

“Is there a sign or something that says ignore the greeter?” I ask although she’s long gone. “Hey, man. Come on in. The party’s in there.” I nod toward the living room. I pat him on the shoulder before adding. “Oh, warning. Ceci’s pregnant and Hannah’s on Celebrity Rehab. Be prepared for Casey to freak out,” I warn and wink at him.

They’ve been ‘casually’ dating according to Casey, but from what I hear from Ceci, they spend every free moment together. However, I know this translates into more than just casually dating, which makes me truly happy for them both. It makes me much more comfortable knowing Jason is just her friend and co-worker that she can confide in without any emotions brewing to the surface. And now that I’ve gotten to know him, I really don’t mind him being around. It’s good she has both girl and guy friends. Makes me feel a bit less guilty when I still have to travel.

“Oh, my god!”

There it is.

I walk in to Casey hugging her sister and squealing obnoxiously.

“Hey, be careful with my wife. That’s my baby in there you’re squeezing the hell out of.”

“Oh, she’s fine!” she spits back at me. “She is already rounding out so there’s plenty of padding.”

“God, Casey,” Ceci cries. “Way to be sensitive.”

Casey tries to hold in her laughter, but she can’t contain it. “Yup, she’s pregnant.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Cecilia

Saying Goodbye

“OH, SHIT IT’S hot.”

“Mom!” I scold.

“Sorry, but damn, it’s humid.”

We walk into our hotel that we’ll be staying at for the night. I’m a thirteen weeks pregnant now, but Ava’s condition has been getting worse, and I want to see her one more time.

“You promised, remember,” I remind my mother. She was shocked when I finally told her I knew about Dad’s twin sister. She was even more shocked when she found out what Dad was really doing with all that money. She had no idea, and then when I told her I wanted to go visit her one last time, she offered to come with me so they could finally put the past to rest.

“Yes, Cecilia. I know.”

My mother can be a tad…intimidating. I made her promise to not drill Ava or even mention money. I wasn’t certain she would anyway, but it made me feel at ease knowing she wouldn’t.

Once we settled into our room, we grabbed a bite to eat in the hotel restaurant. Mom and I have grown a lot closer over the past couple months. I think it has to do with the fact that I’m carrying her first grandchild, but I’m grateful for it nonetheless. I’d rather build a relationship with her now than never.

“Are you ready?” she asks as I sit in the car in front of her house.

I swallow back the tears that are threatening to surface. The last time I saw Ava was only months ago, but even in her voice, I could tell she was weaker.

“Yeah.” I nod.

My mother holds my hand as we walk to the door. Ava’s husband, Adam, answers and greets us.

“Hi, welcome!” He leans in for a hug when I offer him my hand. “It’s a pleasure to
officially
meet you.”

“Likewise.” I introduce him to my mother, and soon, we’re being escorted into a room in the back of the house.

“She’s back there. She’s very excited to see you.” Adam nods his head toward the hall, but doesn’t follow us down.

I walk softly down the carpeted hallway. I push my hand against the door, opening it slowly. I’m greeted with Ava’s smiling face as she pulls herself up against the bedframe.

“Come in, sweetie.” Her voice is soft and weak.

I all but run to the side of the bed and wrap my arms around her. “Oh, god, it’s so good to see you.” I squeeze her lightly, not wanting to put too much pressure on her tiny body.

“You look amazing, Cecilia,” she says as she finally gets a better look at me. “Definitely glowing.” She smiles wide.

“Sorry, Aunt Ava, but that’s not glow. That’s sweat. I’m sweating.”

She laughs, but shaking her head in disagreement. “Either way, you look gorgeous. Pregnancy agrees with you.”

“I brought my mom,” I say, changing the subject. Her brows rise as she finally notices my mom is standing behind me. “I hope that’s all right.”

“Ava…” my mom begins, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She stands next to me. “I never meant to shut you out of our lives for good. I just wanted Brock to see that he wasn’t helping you if he was constantly bailing you out. But I should’ve butt out. You two were family and it wasn’t my place.”

My mom’s confession surprises me, but I couldn’t be more appreciative that she comes clean.

“Thank you, Claire. That means a lot to me. I know it’s too late now, but your apology means the world to me.”

“I’m glad we came,” I say sitting on the edge of the bed next to her. The more I study her, the more I see my dad in her face. “It feels right.”

“It does.” The corners of her lips pull up into a smile. I mold the memory to my brain so I don’t ever forget, especially when she’s gone.

My mother comes and sits on the other side of the bed. I’m not sure how long we end up staying, but we talk for hours. Adam comes in with food and her meds once before we finally say our goodbyes. I could tell she was exhausted, but she didn’t want us to go. She kept insisting she was fine, but I could tell. Her body was breaking down, and soon, she wouldn’t be able to eat or breathe on her own. It was only a matter of time.

Jackson and Jamison are in the living room when my mother and I finally make our way out.

“How much time does she have?” I ask, pain in my voice as I say the words aloud.

Both of the boys look tired and stressed. “Doctor says it could be a few days to a few weeks. Once her kidneys go, it’ll just be a matter of days then.” I nod, not really knowing what else to say.

We stay another hour talking to Jamison and Jackson, since we’ve only met once on Skype. But soon, we had to leave for good.

Saying goodbye to Ava was one of the hardest things I’ve had to do. Although I didn’t know her long or have a strong lifelong connection to her, it still felt like I was losing a part of me. She resembles my dad so much. I only wish I had been able to meet her sooner.

Ava asked us to stay a few days, but if she only has days left, I didn’t want to be greedy when her husband and kids wanted that time with her. Plus, I wasn’t sure if I could handle watching her get sicker and sicker.

I’m happy my mother and her were able to make amends before it was too late. I saw the relief on both of their faces when they both agreed to let the past be the past. I will say that my mother has definitely grown since being with Tony. The last couple of years, I’ve seen her become a better person since he’s been in her life.

“So when do you and Tony plan to tie the knot?” I ask as we fly back from Florida to Omaha.

“I’m not sure.” She smiles while looking at my stomach. “When do you plan to lose the baby weight so you can fit into a dress?”

“You’re always so subtle, Mom.”

“Sorry, kid.” She laughs lightly. “We’ve talked about it if that makes you feel better.”

“Well, if he can put up with our craziness of a family, I’d say he’s a keeper.”

She smiles genuinely now. “I agree.”