Unexpected (The Unexpected Series) (10 page)

He tells me all about his family, how his sister lives in the area, and his parents used to, but had recently moved to Michigan when his father got a promotion at work. He had come back to town after graduation to look for an apartment, visit with his sister, and interview for the job at Hudson. His sister was apparently doing some major home renovations, so he had decided to stay at a hotel while he was visiting, and the day after his interview at the school, we met. After that he went to visit his parents in Michigan for the summer and help his mom out who had just broken her ankle. To my surprise, I learn his new apartment is down the street from my subdivision. That will certainly come in handy when the baby arrives. I’m also informed that he isn’t a stalker but got my phone number from his welcome packet.

“So, I was thinking,” he says after he finishes the last slice of pizza that we had delivered. “If we are going to see where this could go, maybe we should go on a date. Say, this Saturday? Maybe the Cubs and Brewers game at Wrigley.”

“Oh, no. I’m sorry. I’m a White Sox fan,” I say, trying to respond with a straight face.

“You’re what? How could I have ever thought there could be something between us?” He jokes. “I’m kidding. I can think of something else no problem...since you like the White Sucks. I mean Sox.”

Slapping him playfully on the chest I tell him, “I’m joking. Die hard Cubs fan here. For life.”

“Oh, thank God," he says, visibly relieved. “I was thinking of all the disgusting White Sox onesies you would put on our baby.” He laughs and I’m stunned. He said "our baby".
Our baby
.

Taking a look at him I smile as my heart flutters a little. The father of my child is now within reach, happy about having a baby with someone he barely knows, and he wants to make it work between the two of us. A vision of the future plays out before me. Walker pacing back and forth in a yellow nursery kissing the forehead of our child, and smiling at me.
I can do this. I can try to make this work.

N
oelle finally made it home Thursday night after Walker's and my talk at the school. I think she popped my ear drum squealing with delight after I told her what happened. She started telling me how happy she was that he manned up and was going to take responsibility. She couldn't help pointing out how different Walker's response was from Robert’s less that pleased one when I had become pregnant years before. I still had yet to call my mom back. She called numerous times wanting details on what Walker said but with trying to get my classroom in order on Thursday and Friday, lesson plans finalized, and being utterly exhausted every night from growing a fetus, I have held that off for two days. My text stating “he’s in” was going to have to be good enough for now. She would have to wait one more day because today was Walker's and my first date.

Last night’s dream was more intense than any dream I had of him so far. This one resulted in an in-dream orgasm that woke me up sweating and needing him more than ever. Needless to say, I was both loving and hating that I would have to spend all day with him.

With my stomach starting to show a small hint of a baby belly, I put on my too tight for my belly capri jeans and an old Mark Prior jersey. Slipping a pony tail through my red and blue Cubs hat, I take one last glance in the mirror as the doorbell rings. My heart skips a beat.

I pull open the door and am blessed with the sight of pure hotness. Walker is leaning into the door frame with his arms folded over his ripped chest and legs crossed at his ankles. His incredibly tempting backside is fit into snug jeans and paired with a vintage blue Cubs t-shirt that is just a bit too small for his upper arms. I nonchalantly squeeze my legs together to keep the lust at bay, thinking back on last night’s fantasy. A fitted blue Cubs hat sits backwards on his head hiding his dark brown hair. Lowering my eyes back to his, he flashes me a “make your panties wet” smile that I definitely didn't need to see. I lick my lips and try to calm my pulse as he moves towards me and places his hands on my hips.

“You look beautiful, Erin,” he compliments me, licking his own lips as he looks at mine.

I want them on me.
Pulling on my ponytail, I will myself to glance away. “I look like a boy in this getup.”

“You look nothing like a man.” He steps forward and cups my face bringing his closer. “You look like an enticing woman. I think a female is sexiest when she wears jeans and a t-shirt. Especially, when she is carrying my child.”

“Well then I’m glad I didn’t throw on a red dress and heels!” I joke. My mouth runs dry and I can’t help but lick my lips again.

“I wouldn’t say that. Easier access!” He wiggles his eyebrows up and down. My hands, with a mind of their own, gravitate to his chest.
Holy Hell!
He pulls me up against him and places a chaste kiss on my lips before setting me back down.

“Are you ready to go? We can catch the train and get dropped off right at Wrigley,” he informs me dropping his hands back to my waist. I’m not thinking straight.

“Uhm, what? Oh, yea. Train. Wrigley. Let’s go.” I sound like a complete moron. I grab my keys off the table shoving them into my pocket with a small wallet.

Get it together Erin.

~~

I
love the mass transit system in Chicago. There are so many different varieties of people. Sitting at the train station at Dempster waiting for the El to arrive, we see a man wearing a hot pink halter top, skin tight cheetah print pants and Sketchers. He’s currently singing “Baby One More Time” by Britney Spears. Walker sees him at the same time I do and we both quietly chuckle.

No sooner than the train arrives, it is packed and Walker takes the opportunity to flush his body to mine. I can feel his steady breaths and his manly scent has my pulse racing. After my most recent dream, I'm not sure I can handle being this close to him for long without needing release. At Addison we all herd out like cattle, giving me a brief reprieve from the sexual tension I am experiencing. Walker puts his arms around my shoulders protectively, and I notice again how well we fit together. We walk down the stairs and look up at the amazing view that is Wrigley Field. It is absolutely beautiful. You wouldn’t think someone would describe a baseball stadium that way, but I do.

Bypassing the entrance to the stadium we cross the street to The Cubby Bear, the famous bar and restaurant, and find it crowded with wall to wall fans. Since the price of beer is insane inside the park, most come here beforehand to drink.

“I think I see a table in the back,” he points out pulling me by my hand.

When we finally get to the table it’s dirty and a busboy is busily cleaning it off. We sit and the waitress comes over to take our drink order. I notice she can't stop staring at Walker and she looks over her shoulder at him repeatedly as she is leaving us to peruse the menu. Walker picks up my hand off the table and rubs his thumb over the top of it. Setting his menu down, he brings my fingers up to his mouth and gently kisses them one by one.

“What are you doing?” I ask fascinated by how good it feels.

“I’m just so happy that you are here with me and I want to kiss you, really kiss you, but I don’t think you’re ready so I’m settling for your fingers,” he says, taking my other hand and giving it the same attention. I’m so past ready that I barely notice when the waitress is back.

“What can I get ya?” The waitress asks us while poking her perky breasts out towards Walker. He doesn’t seem to notice but I can tell she could care less that I am sitting right here.

“I’ll take a cheeseburger, well done with fries,” I interrupt her Walker-gazing, and wave my menu in front of her face directing her attention to me.
Bitch.

“I’ll have the same, thanks,” Walker smiles and hands her his menu. He looks at her without seeming to notice that she is easy on the eyes, but doesn’t stare, which impresses me. .

“Erin, thanks for coming today,” he says, turning his attention back to me as he takes a swig of his beer.

“Of course. We need to get to know each other and knowing you’re a Cubs fan too is a huge turn on!” Raising my eyebrows and slapping a hand over my mouth, I can’t believe I just said that.

His beer stops halfway to his mouth with my confession. “A turn on, huh?”

“It’s the pregnancy hormones, Walker. I’m constantly turned on. Stupid dreams.” I didn’t realize word vomit was real, until that moment.

He takes another sip of his beer, contemplating my admission. His eyes are smoldering as he asks, “Dreams? Like sex dreams? About who, Erin? Me? Was it as good as you remember?”  

“You ask a lot of questions.” Hoping to avoid the rest of this conversation I look around the room, and pray he won't notice the crimson color rising into my cheeks.

“Well I think I know the answer anyway.” His hand brings mine to his mouth and slowly places a lingering kiss on it again. The smile that crosses his face is raw, primal, and promising.

“With that grin you look like the big bad wolf hunting little Red Riding Hood. What a big mouth you have, grandma,” I say, giggling at my little joke.

He leans in closer causing my lungs to gasp for air. I am wet and I want this need to go away.
I need it to go away.

“The better to eat you with, my dear,” he whispers suggestively.

“Here ya go! Two cheeseburgers. Anything else?” The waitress drops our plates down in front of us and I shift uncomfortably in my seat, hoping Walker won't notice my rapid breathing.

“Thanks. Another beer and some more water, please,” he says. She acknowledges Walker’s request and walks away.

“Did I tell you how sexy you look?” The question comes just before he takes a bite of his cheeseburger.

“Nope. You told me I look like a slob and you didn’t want to be seen with me in public. It kind of hurt my feelings, but I’m trying to get over it,” I say straight faced, making his jaw drop.

“You’re funny. Eat your food so we can go see our Cubbies.”

It makes my heart flutter anytime he uses the word “our”. It almost feels as though we are a real, normal couple. Not two people shoved together for a lifetime over what was supposed to just be a one night stand.

We finish up our meals and are practically kicked out of our table so other patrons can eat and drink before the games starts. There is nothing like Wrigley Field. My dad used to bring Nicole, Trent, and me here all the time during the summer months. Every year we'd get excited about the season and every year we had been disappointed. Every. Single. Year. Always hoping the next one would be ours.

Walking out of the concourse and into the seating area, we are greeted with the most amazing view. The green grass is covered with players warming up for the game. This is my favorite part...seeing the players just hanging around makes them look almost like normal people and not the baseball gods they are.

Walker places his hand on the small of my back leading me towards our seats on the third base line, just a few rows above the Cubs’ dugout. The warm August air makes it the perfect day to be outside.

“We are so close,” I say, pulling my phone out to take a picture of one of my favorite players. “I just love this place. It’s like a second home. Gorgeous.”

“Yes, stunning,” he agrees, but when I turn around he is looking at me, not the field.

I immediately blush. I can already feel myself falling for him. I can’t. If a man like Robert could cheat on me what would a man who looks like and is as charismatic as Walker do? I should know better than to think they are all alike, but I can't help but be protective of myself and the possibility, especially since I have the baby to think about. I won’t let myself get hurt again. I need to stay strong. But there is something different about Walker.

Breaking the tension, I suggest heading to the merchandise stand. I grab a new loose fitting pink Cubs shirt, which Walker insists on paying for, along with his new hat. After purchasing a bottle of water for me and another beer for himself, we get back to our seats just in time for the National Anthem.

I look around and notice how many Brewers fans are in attendance. Milwaukee is a short 2 hour drive and a lot of their fans come down whenever we play each other. When our team plays in Milwaukee, it's the same with the Cubs fans. They call Miller Park “Wrigley Field North” because we have been known to take up most of the seats in their stadium.

“These seats are fantastic! Thanks for bringing me, Walker.” Allowing him to put his arm around me I smile, suddenly overcome with how right this feels.

“No problem, baby. Like I said, I’m glad you agreed.”

A tear falls down my cheek as his other hand finds my abdomen where our baby grows. I quickly wipe it away not wanting him to see.

The next two hours fly by and I am barely paying attention to the game. Walker’s soft touches and caresses on my arms, my stomach, and hands are making it really hard to concentrate on anything else other than where they will land next. I know how they feel intimately and I’m craving that touch again.

Somewhere in the middle of the 5
^th
inning he catches a foul ball in his hands that just barely misses the little 4 year old boy sitting in front of us. Without hesitation he hands it to the little man, earning himself a youthful cheesy grin.