Authors: Jettie Woodruff
“Drew?” I asked again as he took the tiny diaper
off.
He smiled and held him up, showing me the exact
same strawberry birth mark that Drew had on the same left
butt cheek. “My mom told me that my dad also had it.”
I knew that a birthmark didn’t prove paternity, but
Drew sure did, and I was a little more hopeful.
The fifteen hour delivery was nothing compared to
waiting on that stupid test. My visitors all left except,
Dawson, Lauren and of course Drew. My mom made me
promise her that I would call as soon as we found out. She
had gone home with Celeste and Alicia because she didn’t
want to stay in our home alone for the first time. I think she
was a little intimidated by it.
Finally at exactly ten twenty one, a man that I
hadn’t seen before entered with a clipboard. My heart
sank. Finally, it was over. One way or another it was
finally going to be out.
The man stood beside me with Drew on the other
side. Drew took my hand as the man begun to explain the
results.
I looked down the chart with ten lines, all saying
marker 1 through 10 with numbers that I didn’t understand.
I didn’t care. I just wanted the results.
“Based on the testing results obtained from
analyses of the DNA, the probability of Drew Kelley
being the father is 99.99%.”
“It’s Drew?!?” I asked. I was shocked. I had
already set myself up for the bad news.
“Yes!” Drew yelled.
“You’re sure?” I had to ask.
He flipped the page and showed me the results
saying that Dawson had a 0% chance of being the father.
That was a pretty low chance.
Drew kissed me and then his sleeping baby in my
arms. His sleeping baby. I was ecstatic and sad at the
same time. I knew that set it in stone and my life in Maine
was over. I would sell the house and probably never visit
there again.
Drew of course had to drag the technician out to
Dawson. He didn’t want him there, and wanted him to
know that he was free to go with no further contact
needed.
I didn’t see Dawson again. He left without so much
as a goodbye. I knew we had already done that. I still felt
a little hurt that he didn’t see me before he left. Lauren did
come in and say goodbye with a hug. She too knew that we
probably wouldn’t stay friends. She hugged me with tears
in her eyes.
I listened to Drew making the calls with the good
news. I was suddenly exhausted. I had been up since five
in the morning and endured a hell of a long labor. I had
been running on adrenalin all day, waiting for the results. I
couldn’t have slept had I tried.
The last thing that I remembered was Drew on the
phone with my mom. I was out of it.
I didn’t wake again until around three in the
morning. I heard Nicholas cry and opened my eyes to see
Drew feeding him a bottle in a nearby chair. I smiled and
watched him talk and hum to his baby. He was so proud.
There wasn’t an ounce of doubt left in me about the kind of
father he would be. He was so in love with that little man.
Epilogue
I would have never in a million years dreamed that
Drew would be so hands on with our new baby. He woke
to midnight feedings, diaper changes and a postpartum
crying wife. I think I had more of an adjustment melt down
than he did. It took almost three weeks before I was done
with the crying sprees for no apparent reason.
Alicia spent a lot of time at the house with me.
Celeste was there so much it was the only way they got to
spend any time together. She was my new Lauren, and I
loved her.
Drew made Alicia and Vincent come and spend
the night with me five weeks after being home. It was the
first time that he had to leave since Nicholas was born.
We had argued more than once about a nanny. I didn’t
want a nanny. Just because I was rich didn’t mean that I
was going to pay someone to raise my son.
I’m not sure how he got any work done at all. He
called at least five times a day. He had to talk to Nick
every one of those times. It was cute, but annoying as hell.
Alicia and I had a good time though and after Nick, and
Vincent was down for the night we sat by the pool and
drank a couple of beers, well, I did anyway. She had hot
tea. I was so happy that it was her pregnant and not me. I
wouldn’t be going through that again anytime soon.
I could have consumed more had Drew been there
to take care of Nick. Alicia tried to tell me that she would
take care of him, but I quit after two. The alcohol wasn’t
doing anything for my sex life anyway. I hadn’t had sex in
over two months, and damnit did I ever want it. I had one
more week to go, and I couldn’t wait.
We called it a night when Nicholas demanded my
attention through the baby monitor.
I changed him, talking to him as I did. He was so
handsome, and he no doubt looked like his daddy now. I
loved the little cooing noises that he made and the way that
he stretched his little arms and legs like a cat. I knew his
daddy was watching and as soon as I sat in the rocking
chair with him he would be calling. It had become his
routine if he wasn’t home at bedtime.
I had just gotten the bottle in his mouth when my
cellphone rang. I smiled, answering it.
“You are the hottest little mama on earth,” Drew
said.
“Do you know how hard it is to hold the phone,
your son and his bottle at the same time?” I asked, teasing.
“Yes, but I need to tell him goodnight.”
I smiled and placed the phone by his ear. I could
hear him telling him that he loved him, and daddy would
see him tomorrow. I loved that man.
“Let me get him down and grab a shower, and I’ll
call you back.”
“You’re going to make me watch you shower?” he
asked.
I laughed. “No. you don’t have to watch. You’re
the one that put the stupid cameras in the shower.”
“I’m watching,” he assured me.
“Okay. I love you. I’ll talk to you in a little bit.”
“I love you too, baby. Give my little man a kiss for
me.”
I kissed sleeping Nick, once for me and once for
his daddy.
I tried to hide my sneaky smile as I undressed and
got in the shower. I was no longer self-conscious about
Drew watching me in the shower. It kind of turned me on. I
seductively bathed for him and then placed my left hand on
the tiled wall as my fingers made their way to my
throbbing core. I made it show half, moaning and twisting
my hips into my fingers. I heard my cellphone ring from
the bathroom sink. I ignored it which I was sure he
expected. I couldn’t have gotten out and answered it had I
wanted to. I was going to come, and he was going to
watch. I did come. I came hard and called out in much
needed pleasure.
I hadn’t even gotten dried off when my phone rang
again. I smiled and answered it.
“I’m going to freaking kill you,” Drew promised.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I asked, smartly.
“I can’t believe you did that. Do you have any idea
how long it’s been? Do you really think I can handle that
right now?”
“You didn’t like the show?”
“If you could see how hard I am right now, you
would know that I loved it.”
“Damnit, Drew,” I said. I didn’t want to picture
that. I wanted that inside of me.
“How much longer do we have?” he asked.
“One week, and we are staying in bed for a whole
week.”
Drew laughed and decided that we needed to talk
about something else. We did. We talked about our baby
boy, and going to our beach house with Celeste, Alicia
and Vincent. Drew had an office built on to the house so
that he and Celeste could work while we were there.
Alicia and I would spend a lot of time together while the
two work-a-holics did their thing. We didn’t mind. She
loved the beach house as much as I did, and Vincent
wanted to move there. He and Caroline had treasure to
find.
Alicia and I were eating lunch when Drew and
Celeste arrived back home the following day. Marta
brought them both a plate. Alicia and I rolled our eyes at
each other because they couldn’t shut up about a new
merger during our meal.
I eyed Drew like I wanted to devour him. He
sensed it and kept giving me the eye to stop it. I didn’t. I
waited until Nicholas was down for a nap and Alicia had
to leave to pick Vincent up from school and went into his
office.
“Alicia is leaving to get Vincent. Go with her.
You’re done here,” I told her point blank.
“I can’t leave yet. I have to get this done,” she
stated, keeping her eyes on the laptop in front of her.
I closed her laptop. She had to move her fingers to
keep me from closing them in her computer. She looked up
as did Drew, both with shocked expressions.
“Go home,” I demanded. She didn’t even look at
Drew for permission. She knew that I was serious. She
gathered her things and left.
“What are you doing?” Drew asked as I came to
him.
I didn’t answer. I walked around his chair and
loosened his tie from behind. He didn’t speak as I
continued to unbutton his shirt.
“Morgan?” he questioned. I still didn’t answer.
I bent and kissed his ear and sucked on his neck.
That was all that it took. He was up, and I was in his arms
as his mouth devoured mine.
“You can’t do this yet,” he panted to my lips.
“I have to,” I assured him, sliding out of my pants.
He helped me out of my shirt and ran his fingers between
my legs.
“Jesus Christ, Morgan,” he exclaimed as he felt my
wetness. I moaned at his touch.
I stepped around him and bent over his desk,
brushing his steel rod as I did. I thought I was going to
come unglued just seeing the protrusion lying erect to the
left side of his dress pants.
“What do you want?” he asked in a panty, raspy
tone.
“I need for you to spank me,” I instructed.
I knew I was being crazy and erratic. I didn’t care.
We hadn’t had rough sex in so long. I was beginning to
forget what it was like.
I felt the first painful, pleasure and moaned as he
rubbed away the sting, dipping his finger inside of me. I
could have endured the painful pleasure for an hour.
I heard him open a desk drawer. I knew what he
was doing. I wanted him to do it. I felt his finger at the
pucker of my ass. He moved his finger in slowly until he
was easily taking in and out.
“Is this what you want, baby?” he asked.
“Yes,” I panted. I wanted it there, and I wanted it
right that second. I needed to come.
I heard his zipper and moaned when I felt him
enter me. Drew didn’t worry about going easy. That
wasn’t the sensitive hole. He took me rough, fast and hard,
and it was just what I needed. I grabbed the side of the
desk when his fingers, frantically went at it on my clit. I
screamed out in pleasure which sent him spiraling into a
mind blowing orgasm with me.
He stayed inside of me, panting and trying to
regain control while we both came down.
Once I was finally able to breathe, I turned to him,
sliding him out of me.
“I fucking love you,” he said to my lips.
“Good, I love you too and thank you. I needed
that.”
“I’m more than happy to assist,” he smiled.
“Stop working for the day,” I begged.
“Can I have twenty minutes?” he asked.
I groaned but gave in, knowing that his twenty
minutes was going to be at least an hour.
It was, and I was sitting by the pool with Nick
when he came to find us. He took him and sat beside me
on the glider.
Marta brought us out coffee and we sat hand in
hand with our baby, talking about our trip to the beach
house. I smiled as he explained to Nick about treasure
hunting, and how the two of them would find him the best
sea glass collection ever.
For the first time in my life, I was happy. I was
where I was supposed to be, and I couldn’t have asked for
a better life. I loved my husband more than life its self,
and my baby was the most important thing in my life. I
loved Celeste, Alicia, Vincent, my mom, Caroline and