The Beginning of Us (160 page)

“What?” she asked as she finally looked over at me.

“Ryan, you need to pinch me.  Like right now. Please wake me up! This can't be happening!” I was no longer whispering. 

“What do you mean you’re pregnant with my baby? We broke up weeks ago!” The volume of Brandon’s voice was increasing in volume and was getting dangerously close to yelling.

“I’m six weeks pregnant.”

“That’s not possible.” 

Was this conversation really happening on the streets of San Francisco? I didn’t know what to do. Ryan's arm was around my shoulders with her body pressed into my side holding me up. I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach; I couldn’t breathe.

“I poked holes in all the condoms!” 

“What the hell, Christy! Are you serious? That is some seriously messed up shit. Are you fucking crazy?” Brandon was pacing on the sidewalk, getting more and more upset. I could tell he was trying to keep his cool, but he was quickly losing that battle. I didn’t blame him at all. If she wasn’t pregnant, I think I would have punched her.

“I knew I didn't like you for a reason,” Jason hissed.

“Christy, you are at my place of employment, and before you cause a bigger scene, you need to leave. You and Brandon need to discuss this in private,” Becca said as she stepped between Christy and Brandon.

 “Babe…” Brandon said as he turned around to face me. “Ryan and Max are going to take you home. I will be there after I talk to Christy and straighten this shit out.” 

Brandon’s knees bent enough so that he was looking directly in my eyes as I felt them begin to sting with tears. Breaking away from my eyes, he looked at Max. Brandon kissed my lips and then Ryan tugged on my arm towards Max’s car. My eyes blurred, they were still glued to the “movie” as I climbed in the backseat of the car. 

*~*~*

When we got home, I collapsed on the couch. This was not happening. I didn’t fault Brandon for this, especially if the bitch poked holes in the condoms. I was in love with him and I wanted to be with him. I just wasn’t sure if I was ready to be a step-mother, especially since I wasn’t a mother already.

“Spence, you want ice cream or vodka?” Ryan asked after settling in. 

“Both! I want a double of each…together!” I said as my face planted into the couch pillow.

“You want to talk about it?” she asked as she handed me my bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream and a shot of vodka. She set the bottle of 
Grey Goose
 on the coffee table.

“Is this really happening?” I was struggling to hold back my tears. I tilted my head back while taking the shot of vodka that burned my throat a little. 

“Yes, honey, it is,” she said as she rubbed my back.

“But…how? After everything that Trav
Ass
 put me through. I finally find someone who treats me good, who wants to spend twenty-four seven with me… who I’m in love with!” I said with a big spoonful of ice cream in my mouth.

“You’re in love with him?” By her question, you would think she would be shocked, but she wasn’t.

“Yes, how could I not be?” I had just realized that Max was not in the room. I guess he wanted to give me space. He was slowly getting off my shit list.

“I know Brandon is a good guy, I can tell. This is just a very unfortunate situation.” Ryan took the bowl of ice cream from my hands and set it on the table as she saw the tears rolling down my face.

“What do I do?” Heavy hot tears began to roll down my cheeks and soaked into the pillow I was now laying on. 

“What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know Ryan, this girl seems crazy. She fucking sent me that nasty text last night. She somehow got my number. How can I compete with crazy?”

“Honey, this is not a competition. I can tell and I know you can tell that Brandon doesn’t want to be with that woman.”

“I know but for the next eighteen years minimum he will have to deal with her. I know it is too soon to think this but…I will have to deal with her, too. Ahh, they don’t have that saying ‘baby momma drama’ for nothing! This girl seems like a real nut job!”

“Do you want to be with him?”

“Yes, of course. This doesn’t change how I feel about him.”

“Then you have your answer.”

“But…”

“No buts, Spencer. Just think, Brandon will be with you, not her. He will be holding your hand, cuddling with you and giving you amazing orgasms!” 

“Ryan!”

“It’s true! I’ve heard you,” she said while winking at me.

“Oh great, this night just keeps getting better and better!” I said with a smile behind my tears.

“Spencer, I’m your best friend, we are supposed to talk like this.”

“I know, it’s just embarrassing.”
      

“Please, I know you have heard me and Max before!” 
Ain’t that the truth!

“Yeah…” Before I could finish my thought, there was a knock at the door.

“Do you want me to get that for you?” Ryan asked.

“No, I’ll get it.” 

I got up off the couch and started to move towards the door.

“Okay, Max and I will be in my room, giving you time to talk. Let me know if you need me.” 

Ryan hugged me and then left. My heart was pounding. I had made up my mind that I wanted to be with Brandon, but what if he didn’t want to be with me? I wiped my eyes and opened the door.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Before I could fully open the door, Brandon pushed it open himself. He pushed me against the wall, kissing me hard while his hands cupped my face. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Without breaking our kiss, he closed and locked the front door and walked to my room.

Entering my room, he closed the door behind him and slowly lowered me down so I was sitting on the edge of my bed. Brandon knelt down on his knees in front of me with his arms on each side of me. 

“Spencer, I can explain everything. Please don’t leave me.”

“What? No…”

“Just let me tell you what I need to say.” He looked directly in my eyes. I could tell he had been crying. “Nothing else matters except you, Spencer. Nothing. You're what I want, what I need. Where you are is 
where I need to be
. I need you here in my life with me. Nothing Christy could ever tell me would be as important as you are to me. I'm going to love this baby and be the best father I can, but I want you there with me… I'm… I’m falling in love with you.”

“You… you love me?”

“I do! I’ve never met anyone like you. I can’t get you out of my head. You’re all I think about every day. I hated being apart from you when I was in Seattle, and that was only for one day. I can’t imagine my life without you in it. Please don’t break up with me.”

“I love you, too,” I whispered, still in shock. He told me he loved me. My head was spinning, but I felt the same way as he did.  I had fallen in love with him, too.

“You do?” He actually sounded shocked.

“Of course I…” Brandon kissed me again.

Between kisses he started to talk again. “Spencer, after all the news...I’ve heard today…you just made me...so happy!”

Brandon unzipped my dress, letting it slip off my shoulders and down my body until it fell in a silky pool around my feet. He hooked his fingers in my panties as I laid down on the bed and lifted my hips. After stripping me of my panties, Brandon ran his fingers lightly through the hair of my pussy. I could feel the moisture building between my legs.

Leaning down over me, Brandon took my lips and his tongue started to make love to my mouth as if he couldn’t get enough. I drank him in, feeding my need, yet it did not remotely begin to quench my thirst for him. He gently sucked on my tongue as I moaned into his mouth.

Two fingers sank into me as his thumb created circles around my clit. I could feel them rubbing and stroking me, moving in and out. My core clenched as his fingers slid deep into my soaked pussy. As I was just on the brink of coming, Brandon stopped moving his fingers.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered.

“I know, Baby, but I need you to come around my tongue.”

“Oh…oh!” Brandon’s mouth was between my legs.

The heat from his mouth sent shivers up my body as his tongue dipped deep inside. I gripped the comforter as his tongue licked a path from the bottom of my pussy all the way back to my clit and then added pressure on my clit.

He increased his pace as his tongue dipped inside me again. My body clenched building up to an orgasm. His thumb circled my clit as his tongue deepened. I couldn’t resist the pleasure anymore, my pussy clenched around his tongue as I screamed God and his name together. 
Sorry, Ryan!

I giggled as I realized that Ryan and Max had more than likely heard me. 

“It’s not really good for my ego if you laugh after I just went down on you, Babe.”

I couldn’t help laughing again at his slightly disgruntled expression. “Oh no, it was great. More than great actually. But just before you got here, Ryan told me that she has heard us before and then you made me just scream your name.”  

“Oh…I forgot they were here.”

“It’s okay, I’ve heard them plenty of times. We will probably hear them in a minute.”

*~*~*

“Happy Birthday, Baby!” 

I looked at the clock and it was 12:01 a.m.

“Thank you!” I said as he leaned down and kissed me.

“I know we planned to go to Santa Cruz today, but I was hoping that maybe we could just get away together—just you and me. After all of Christy’s bullshit, I just want to be locked in a hotel room with you.”

“Oh, I like the sound of that!”

“You think Ryan would mind?”

“I don’t think so. I mean, she and Max are back together now so I’m sure they would enjoy some alone time. Plus I can do something Sunday night with her…. Where were you thinking?”

“I don’t know…maybe….Pebble Beach?”

“Oh, I’ve never been. That sounds perfect!”

*~*~*

We arrived in Pebble Beach around noon. Brandon had made reservations at The Inn at Spanish Bay.

“Checking in for Montgomery,” Brandon said as we approached the Front Desk of the hotel.

“Yes, Mr. Montgomery, we have you checking in to an ocean view room for one evening.”

“Yes, that’s correct.” 

I glanced around the lobby as Brandon was checking in, taking in my surroundings. There were a few people relaxing on the gold colored couches that sat across from an unlit fireplace. 

“Would you and Mrs. Montgomery like one or two keys?” 
Mrs. Montgomery?
 I stopped looking around and turned my attention to Brandon, curious how he would react to the clerk’s assumption that I was his wife.

Brandon turned and looked at me while winking. “Two, please.” 

The clerk handed us our keys while Brandon grabbed my hand, tucking it around his arm. “Well come along, 
Mrs. Montgomery
.” I blushed at his comment. 

Our room had a spectacular view of the ocean. We had a balcony we could sit on which overlooked the golf course as it lined the coast. It was breathtaking. While looking out the sliding door to the balcony, Brandon came up and wrapped his arms behind me as he kissed my neck. “What do you want to do first, Birthday Girl?”

“I just want to relax and enjoy this view for a while.”

“Okay, why don’t we order room service for lunch and then tonight we can go to dinner for your birthday?”

“Sounds good to me.” 

I really didn’t care. All I needed was here in this room. We ordered room service and opened a bottle of champagne that we picked up on the way to Pebble Beach. This was already turning out to be one of the best birthdays I’ve ever had. Despite recent events.

“Do you want to open your gifts now or later?” 

“I have presents?” I was as giddy as a schoolgirl.

“Of course, it is your birthday...here, this is your small gift,” he said as he pulled a long velvet box out of his duffel bag. 

“Jewelry is a small gift?”

“Just open it, Spencer.”

I slowly lifted the lid. Jewelry was a huge step. I knew we loved each other, but…“A key?” Okay, this was not what I was expecting.

“It’s a key to my condo.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep, I want you to come over whenever you want, even if I’m not home...even when I’m out of town.”

“Wow, thank you!” I had never been given a key to a guy’s place before. Trav
Ass
 was my only serious boyfriend since college. He was so wrapped up in himself and Misty,  he never wanted me to be unannounced. Come to think of it, I never really spent much time at his place.

“That’s not all…here.” Brandon pulled a big silver bag out of his bag that had white tissue paper stuffed in it to hide the present. “Sorry about the wrapping. I’m a guy.”