Vega Brothers: Khan: Secret Baby BBW (The Bear Shifters of Vega Ranch Book 2) (7 page)

The little cub’s head shook and he growled in frustration. Khan held his hand up to Bailey, never taking his eyes off the little bear. She froze and watched curiously.

“Let’s go, Liam!” Khan snapped. “You can do it. Take control of that bear. You’re Super Duper Liam, you can do this. Pull him in.”

The bear whined and thrashed around, fighting the little human who was trying to control him. Eventually, the bear lowered his head, giving up, and his body shook violently. Bailey glanced back at the beautiful log mansion that was the main house on Vega Ranch. She studied the big stone walls that led up to the thick logs that made up the house as the crunching tearing sound sent shivers down her back.

“Mom, mom!” a squeaky voice called out. When she turned back Liam was sprinting towards her with his little ding-a-ling flopping around between his legs. “I controlled my bear,” he said, his brown eyes brimming with excitement. “I did it! I took him out and put him back in!”

Bailey hugged her son as Khan got dressed with the clothes that were dumped on the grass. He walked over with Liam’s shirt and shorts.

“Last lesson of the day,” Khan said. He tossed the clothes onto Liam’s head. “Get dressed quickly after phasing or you’ll get arrested.”

Liam laughed under his shirt that was covering his face. He wiggled out of it and Bailey helped him get dressed.

Bailey kept her eyes on her son as she pulled up his pants. She had so many intense emotions flowing through her at that moment that even looking at Khan would have been too much to bear. She just had a glimpse of how her and her son’s life could have been if all that shit hadn’t gotten in the way and fucked it all up.

“We saw horses and frogs by the lake and I can turn into a bear now and I rode on Khan’s shoulders and,” Liam said, trying to fit a whole day’s worth of activities into one sentence.

“You can tell me all about it in the car, honey,” she said. “We have to get home for dinner.”

“Why don’t you guys stay for dinner?” Khan asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Yeah, Mommy,” Liam said, turning to her with a look of desperation. “Please? Please?”

“Yeah, Mommy,” Khan joined in. “Please? Please?”

She glanced up at Khan and tried to hide her laugh. “Okay. But only if you eat all of your dinner.”

“Yay!” Liam screamed running off into the grass.

“Don’t go too far, honey,” she called out to him even though there was nothing around but grass.

“Thank you,” he said with a serious face.

“For what?”

“For everything. For today. For staying for dinner. For letting me into Liam’s life.”

Her heart ballooned at seeing how sincere he was. “You guys had fun?”

He turned and watched his son with amazement in his eyes.
Is he tearing up?

“He’s incredible,” Khan whispered. “I can’t believe he’s mine. I mean,” he said, catching himself, “I mean, I can’t believe we’re related.”

Bailey stepped beside him and slid her hand into his. “He’s yours,” she whispered.

“Thank you.”

He squeezed her hand and she smiled. Bailey wasn’t a petite woman by any means but Khan always made her feel that way. His big, powerful hands could wrap around hers, swallowing them in their grasp. He would pick her up as if she weighed nothing and carry her up the stairs to the bedroom. She always felt like a woman around him.

“So what’s for dinner?” she asked with a grin. “I’m hungry.”

“Your favorite,” he said with a smirk.

“Chili?”

“Oh yeah!”

Khan had bribed Hannibal into making his world class chili. It had always been Bailey’s favorite meal. “Just think,” Khan had told his brother. “When she eats that chili, she’ll fall in love with me all over again. Then we can get married and be that much closer to getting the deed.”

“Fine,” Hannibal had answered, rolling his eyes.

Khan brought out a tray with three heaping bowls of chili on it and a fresh baguette. “Who’s hungry?” he asked. He had a bottle of red wine tucked under his arm.

“Me!” Liam and Bailey both said at the same time. He smiled as he walked over. They both had the same cute nose and tiny ears. Liam had adopted a lot of his mother’s mannerisms and Khan had been constantly smiling all day when he saw Liam use them. It was clear to see that those two were mother and son.

He slid a bowl in front of each of them and sat down at the table. It was a beautiful night so they decided to eat out on the balcony to enjoy the warm weather and spectacular sunset overhead.

Khan opened the bottle of wine and poured them each a glass. Bailey smiled with sparkling eyes as they clinked glasses together. Her hair was tied up behind her head after coming from work and she had no makeup on but she looked spectacular. She always did. She looked even prettier beside Liam. She was a teenager when they were first together but now she was a real woman. She had birthed a life and did a damn fine job so far in raising it. His respect level for her was through the roof and that just made her even hotter in his eyes.

Bailey tucked a napkin into Liam’s shirt as he dipped the bread in the chili. She caught Khan’s eye as she looked up and smiled shyly. He could tell that she was interested but he could also tell that she had been holding herself back. That was fine with him. He could go as slow as she wanted. He had waited years for her, a few weeks or months would be nothing.

“This is soooo good,” Bailey said as she shoved a second spoonful of the chili into her mouth. “I think I dated the wrong brother.”

She laughed as Khan frowned. “I’m kidding,” she said, kicking him lightly under the table.

They listened to Liam recount the day as Khan took it all in. He felt like he was floating. Like all of his burdens and worries had been permanently removed.

“And what color was the butterfly?” Bailey asked after Liam told her about the butterfly they saw by the river.

His gorgeous brown eyes rolled up as he thought about it. “Blue and purple and green and yellow and red and pink.”

“Really?” Bailey asked. “All of those colors?”

“Yup,” Liam said, so sure of himself. “Right, Khan?”

“That’s right,” Khan said with a nod. “But you forgot silver.”

“Oh yeah,” Liam whispered. “Silver too, Mommy.”

They finished dinner and Khan poured the last of the wine bottle into Bailey’s glass. “Trying to get me drunk?” she asked with a grin. “Still up to the same tricks as when we were kids, right?”

He shook his head. “No more tricks,” he said. “No more games. It’s time we did this right.”

She clinked his glass with hers and watched him as she took a sip.

Liam was fading fast and had his arms crossed on the table with his head resting on top of them. He was struggling to stay awake.

“Tired, honey?” she asked as she ran her fingers through her son’s hair. “We should be getting home.”

“No,” Liam whined, raising his head. “I want to stay with Khan.”

Khan took a deep breath. “You’re welcome to stay in the guest rooms,” he said. There was a wing of the house that had four guest bedrooms.

Bailey tensed up. “I don’t know,” she whispered.

“It’s such a long drive,” he said, trying to seal the deal. “And we can have a campfire, open up another bottle of wine. We have a lot of catching up to do.”

Liam looked at her pleadingly. “Please, Mommy! I never had a campfire before.”

Khan held his breath as he waited for her answer. “What happened to no tricks?” she asked with a laugh. “You’re using my son against me.”

“Last one,” he said with a smile, “I promise.”

“Okay,” she said, and Khan exhaled in relief.

“Yay!” Liam cheered, hugging his mom’s arm.

Bailey looked at Khan with a grin. “It better be a
nice
bottle of wine.”

Bailey shifted in her Adirondack chair trying to get comfortable in front of the fire. It wasn’t an easy task with a heavy four-year-old sleeping on her lap.

Liam had lasted about twenty minutes in front of the campfire before passing out in her arms. He had a busy day and she was thrilled. Her boy didn’t get outside enough and this was exactly what him and his bear needed. And she had Khan to thank.

The bear shifter was sitting beside her gazing up at the billions of stars lighting up the night sky. Tonight had been one of the best nights that she could remember having in a long time. The dinner was delicious, the wine superb, the view incredible, but all that was nothing compared to the company. It had felt like she had a little family and that was the first time she felt like that, well, ever.

Khan’s face was quiet and peaceful as he gazed up at the stars and sipped on his wine. The fire was crackling and popping in front of her, warming up her feet, which were always cold. The orange flames danced on his face and she smiled, remembering now why she had fallen in love with him all of those years ago. He had looked so dark and dangerous when she met him in town when she had been on vacation with her parents. She was young and wild and wanted to punish her father for taking her away from her friends all summer so she started hanging around him. She quickly found that the tough, scary exterior had a soft and sweet teddy bear inside that he only showed for her. He was showing it again now.

“I think it’s time to bring the little guy to bed,” she said, squirming under his heavy weight.

Khan stood up without a word and scooped up her little boy in his big muscular arms. He kissed Liam’s forehead and the sight made her heart flutter. It looked so natural when he did it, like a real father and son. Bailey had felt so guilty that her boy was growing up without a father. He didn’t understand why the other kids had one and he missed out. That was a hard thing to explain to a four-year-old.

She put down her wine glass and followed them into the house. Khan walked through the pitch black rooms as if all of the lights were on.
Oh right. He can see in the dark.
She held his shirt and walked close behind him, smelling the warm rugged scent that she remembered so well after all of these years.

They walked into one of the guest rooms and Khan laid their son on the soft king-sized bed. She walked to the bathroom, flicked on the light and closed the door, leaving it open just a crack. Liam sometimes woke up in the middle of the night and got scared of the dark.

“Goodnight little bear,” Khan whispered as he tucked him in.

Bailey walked over and kissed her son on his forehead. She loved watching him sleep. He always looked so peaceful.

Khan stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her stomach. His warm breath tickled her neck sending a swirling of warmth through her that settled between her legs. It had been so long since she had been touched by a man like this and now that she had hard muscular arms around her she realized how much she missed it. And how much she missed Khan.

“I still can’t believe that we made that,” he whispered in her ear. His deep sexy voice mixed with the wine and seeing how natural he was with her son was all coming to a head.

“Show me where I’m sleeping,” she whispered.

He took her hand and walked her into the room next door. “You can sleep here.”

She stepped in close and looked up into his eyes. “And where are you going to sleep?”

His lips parted as his eyes softened. “Wherever you want me to.”

Bailey stood up on her toes and kissed his lips. He kissed her back with an urgency that surprised her at first but then filled her with longing and lust.

His strong hands were all over her and she melted into his embrace as his tongue caressed hers. Khan had put her through a lot of shit and pain over the past four years but now she was ready to let it all go and accept him back into her life. She decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and believe him when he said that he didn’t have a choice in leaving. She didn’t care anymore. All she cared about was his hands as they grazed over her ass and his lips as they locked with hers, making her pussy pulse and get wetter.

He walked her back towards the bed until her knees hit the mattress. It was dark in the room. Too dark actually.

“Where are you going?” he asked in a panic as she broke away from his embrace and walked to the bathroom.