Unexpected (The Unexpected Series) (28 page)

“I adore you too Erin. And in six weeks I’m going to show you how much.”

That night at the club I never expected to go home with anyone. I never expected to get pregnant or to ever find him again. I never expected to be able to trust anyone after what Robert did to me and I never expected to fall in love with a strong minded, pushy, and sexy man like Walker Prescott. But life taught me to expect the unexpected and embrace it, because if you don’t you could miss out on some pretty amazing things.

Walker

One Year Later

M
y house is filled to the brim with pink shit. It’s like the past year, everywhere I turn something pink, or a shade of pink, pops up. Right now it looks like a bottle of Pepto Bismol threw up in the living area of our house, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. My favorite little girl is turning one. 

Sitting on my recliner, the only manly thing in this room, I watch as Savannah toddles over to me in her “I’m ONE” t-shirt and pink (would you assume it was any other color) tutu.

“Come here sweet girl!” Her grin, which only consists of four teeth, widens and her pace quickens. I jump up; meeting her halfway making sure she doesn’t fall in her attempt to get to me faster. “Where’s your mama?” 

I scoop her up heading towards the kitchen, spotting my beautiful wife of four months, whose body is clad in the tightest of jeans and a teal sweater that unfortunately covers her ass.

“Hey baby! Do you need help?”

“No,” she answers not looking my way. “I’m almost done. I just need to get Savannah’s gifts and bring them to the table and everyone should arrive at any moment.”

She finally turns and smiles brightly when she sees me holding Savannah. Reaching for her Savannah refuses with a harsh “dada.” My heart swells as Erin’s face falls.

“You never want mama.” Erin fakes a pout and Savannah laughs. Throwing her hand on her sexy hips, Erin acts hurt. “It’s not funny baby.”

“Just let me know if you need anything. I’ll be over here with my number one girl.” I laugh bringing Savannah back to the living room to play with a few toys.

“Hey! I used to be number one.”

“You’re like number one and a half now.” I joke and get a rolled up paper towel thrown at me.

Don’t let her fool you. She loves how much I love Savannah and how they are my entire world. Two years ago that world consisted of drinking and partying. I had my mind set on taking things seriously when I graduated, but I didn’t realize how serious it would get when I went to the bar that night.

I watched Erin most of that night. She pushed every guy away that approached her. I could see in her eyes she had been hurt, but she was so damn sexy. I just wanted to take her pain away. I never expected to be so instantly connected to someone. When she left the next morning I wanted to go after her, beg her to stay, but I was too macho to do something so girlish. I should have. I might have been there when she found out she was pregnant. I could have at least helped her though the first couple of months.

I have no regrets though. Every moment that lead up to that night and every event that has occurred since has brought me to where I am today. Playing with my daughter, in a house I built for my gorgeous wife, with a job I love. I couldn’t be happier.   That’s a lie. I will be over the fucking moon tonight when all the party guests are gone and Savannah is asleep and I can be balls deep inside of Erin again.

“What are you thinking about over there Walker? That look is scary.” Erin’s eyebrow rises.

“Well you should be scared of what I’m going to do to you tonight. You’re lucky she’s in the room because I have the urge to come over there and rub my face between those...”

“Stop it!” She laughs, making Savannah stir around. “Not in front of the baby.”

“How does she think she got here?” I wave, walking over and squeezing her tit anyways.

The doorbell rings. Let the chaos begin.

~~

O
ur daughter is spoiled. Not only with the insane amount of gifts she received but by the love of our friends and family. We’re so lucky to have everyone so close. My dad moved here a month ago and is living with Deliah until he can move into his new condo down the street from me. He and Erin’s mom have become close since she knows what he is going through. My mom has been gone over a year but he is still not the same. I don’t know what I would do if I lost Erin.

After all the gifts, cake and games, the house starts to clear leaving just close friends and family hanging around in the living room. Savannah passed out an hour ago and is now starting to stir. I get up to my feet but Erin beats me to it.

“I’ll get her. I need to give her one more gift,” she says before racing out of the room.

“Erin! You are worse with gifts than I am,” I yell towards her back, making everyone in the room laugh.

“It’s technically a gift for all of us.” She yells back.

A few minutes later she carries a still sleepy looking Savannah in, a huge smile adoring her face.

“What did you get her?” I ask reaching my hands out for my baby girl.

“A shirt.” She points to Savannah and sets her down.

When she turns to toddle over to me my heart stops and tears instantly sting my eyes. Gasps erupt and I look at Erin whose face is nodding confirmation.

My beautiful, dark haired, green eyed little girl is sporting a purple shirt with the words “Big Sister” prominently displayed over the front.

My feet move faster than my mind and I wrap Erin up into my arms swinging her around.

“Are you serious? Tell me it’s true.”

I’ve wanted another child since Savannah was born. She told me she wanted to wait. Nothing would make me happier than to have a houseful of kids running around stealing my heart the way their mama did.

“Insanely serious.” She kisses my lips and I take it deeper.

I pull away when Savannah wraps her arms around my leg. I pick her up kissing her on the cheek. “You’re going to be a big sister!”

“We’re going to be preggo buddies,” Erin states looking over my shoulder.

When I find who she is looking at my mouth drops, but I knew it would happen sooner or later.

“See Noe,” I say. “I told you someone would sweep you off your feet and knock you up.”

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For now...

Please enjoy the first chapter of Noelle’s story “Undone” due to be released Fall of 2014.

I really hate this song. I mean really and truly hate this damn song. Why do they play this kind of crap in a coffee house? Ugh! Come on Starbucks lady. I’m all about you wiping that counter clean but I want to order my damn coffee!

Like a Virgin. Hey! Touched for the very first time, Like a VIIIIIIR...
ok, that’s enough. COFFEE LADY! I really need my caffeine fix after that brutal cycling class. My ass feels numb.

“Welcome to Starbucks. What can I get for you?” Shyanne, according to her nametag, asks looking bored out of her mind.

“Can I please have a Grande White Mocha?” I try to hide the annoyance in my voice and silently pray she doesn’t spit in my drink.

“Name?” She barely looks at me as she places the tip of the marker on their trademark white cup.

“Noelle.”

After getting my total, I pay for my coffee and shake my head irritated with the fact that she probably sharpie scribbled my name wrong. Tension immediately leaves my body when I turn and am graced with a vision greater than the Ryan Reynolds naked scene in The Proposal. A hot piece of man candy is at my 3 o’clock and I’m looking for a sugar rush...or a diabetic coma.

Yummy
.

Wow! It just isn’t fair to look that amazing. I bet he rolled his toned ass out of bed, ruffled his short blonde hair, skipped the razor, and threw on the first thing that he spotted. He has on dark wash jeans and a grey t-shirt that clings to his chiseled chest and bulging, wrap-me-up-tight, biceps. Not a wrinkle in the fabric. He looks like the kind of guy any woman would like to ride into the sunset...literally. I mean I’m restraining myself from doing it right now.

The Starbucks god catches me gawking. I can’t help it. You shouldn’t expect to walk around like that and not be undressed by my eyes. He flashes me his perfect white teeth and his smile brightens up his face giving me a glimpse at his irises. He has some seriously sexy, smoldering green eyes.

Look away! Look away! He will trap you in his vortex of emeralds!

I pull out my phone trying to look anywhere but at him and shoot off a text to my best friend Erin.

Me: Holy crap! Major hottie at Starbucks!

Erin: Did you take a pic?

Me: Uhm, no way! For my eyes only.

Erin: SHARE NOE!...never mind, you’re too chicken anyways.

Bitch!
She knows I hate to be called chicken.

I can do this. It can’t be that hard.

I move my fingers across the screen giving off the vibe that I’m just texting with my BFF. I hit the button to turn the phone to vibrate so the sound of the shutter doesn’t give me away. Getting the perfect angle, I slightly point my cell his way and
FLASH!

OH SHIT! Rule one of hottie picture taking: TURN OFF THE FLASH!

“Did you just take my picture?” Hottie McCoffee asks, directing his whole body towards me. He leans one of his elbows on the counter and clasps both calloused hands together.

I’d love to know what those rough hands can do to my body.

“Uh, no. I don’t think so.” I try to compose myself, my face crimson like the color of the top I have on today.

Would it look weird to fan myself right now?

“Hmm.” He raises an eyebrow at me pointing at the offending cell phone in my hand. “Because I could have sworn I just saw a flash coming from your phone.”

“Well it does that when I get a text,” I lie, or try to.

Really Noelle?
There is no way he is buying that.

“Oh, well I just thought that you wanted something to remember me by since you were just eye humping me,” he says with a wink, reaching into his pocket.

“First of all, I was not eye humping you, and second of all...”

FLASH! Did he just take my picture?

“Did you just take
my
picture?” Anger blazes through me. I didn’t even get to smile for it!

“Nope! I got a text,” he says laughing, and then directs a smile at me that seriously incinerates my panties.

We stare at each other, neither of us speaking, and I can feel every cell in my body being turned on. 

“JACE!” Shyanne, if that is her real name, yells interrupting our foreplay.

“That’s me. Gotta go,” Jace says as he casually strolls over, blasts Ms. Wait-10MinutesToTakeYourOrder with
MY
panty melting smile, and walks towards the door.

Oh hell no!

“Wait! Delete that picture.” I mean how rude is he for not asking for permission? At least let me see if my hair looks ok.

He turns his back to push open the door and the light hits just right. He looks like an angel which contradicts me going to Hell for the thoughts running through my dirty mind.

“No thanks.” And he walks out.

That just fucking happened? Ok, well at least I got a good picture of him to send to Erin. I plop down into the chair next to the window and send it to her.

Me: (Image) Here he is..enjoy because this was the most embarrassing experience of my life!

Erin: Damn!! Almost as hot as Walker. What happened? Forget to turn the flash off?

Me: SHUT IT!.. But yes  But he took one of me too when I wasn’t looking.

Erin: Maybe for his spank bank?

Me: LOL. Probably! You know men spank it to this body on a daily basis.

I put my phone in my back pocket. I’m waiting to post the pic on Facebook with the status update, “Meet the new man of my wet dreams!” I’m sure all my aunts, uncles, cousins and, oh yeah, parents, would love that. I mean who accepts their parents’ friend requests? Dumb asses like me, that’s who.

“Janelle?”

“Noelle, and I’m right here. Listen, Shyanne, is it?” I pull a napkin from the dispenser and wipe down the counter. “How can you not be drooling over all the hot guys that come in here?”

“Jace is pretty gorgeous isn’t he? He is in here all the time. Same time every day, even on weekends.”

Well I guess she
can
be useful.

“Gorgeous doesn’t even come close. I may have to come back tomorrow.” I smile to myself. “Maybe he’ll come in here shirtless and I can really get a good pic.”

She giggles, but quickly quiets when she looks past me. Knowing the luck I’m having today he must be behind me.

“Why wait when I can just take my shirt off for you now? You just have to ask nicely.” Man candy whispers in my ear sending sexy chills down my body, and then I feel his hand on my ass.
What the hell?
“Here’s my number. You can use the picture you took as my contact photo,” he says, slipping what I assume is his number into my back pocket.

“That was a text! You are so full of yourself. I don’t want your number and stop touching my ass,” I state as firmly as I can, but it comes out weak. His hands leave my body and I’m left breathless.