Caleb blankly stared at monitor, “Are you sure this is her?”
Pierce swiveled his chair around, “I’m about 99.9% sure that Macy is holding ultrasound pictures.”
“I mean, there’s a possibility those can’t be hers, right?” Caleb asked, his eyes going wide.
Pierce shrugged, “She is leaving the gynecologists office with ultrasound pictures in HER hand, I don’t know what tells you, but it’s screaming pregnancy at me.”
“Why didn’t she tell me?”
Pierce put a hand on Caleb’s shoulder, “That’s a question you should ask her yourself.”
Macy was pulling up to her house with bags full of fresh fruit and formula. Every time she went to the grocery store she kept in mind to buy something for her baby boy. Hours earlier she had figured out that the teeny-tiny person growing in her was male. She looked into the driveway and noticed how empty it seemed with Caleb’s bike there. She hadn’t heard from him since that night and wasn’t sure where he was, but that was no longer her concern.
After her second trip to her truck, she waddled down to the nursery and fell in the rocking chair. Everything was much more difficult when you were alone, but pregnant and alone made everything seem impossible. The sun was beginning to set and the rays were falling through the tree branches and into the room. It made the dark wood floors look radiant and the soft grey paint sparkle. This is was her absolute favorite time of day. She was so absorbed; she didn’t hear the person walking in to her home.
Caleb watched her, watched the sun hit her hair or her skin. He stood behind the door frame and just took everything in. He noticed the wood crib, the grey walls, and the abundance of baby toys in corner. She was pregnant. Macy had a baby in her stomach. He then noticed the changes in her body. Swollen tummy, longer hair, fuller breasts. She had never looked more beautiful.
“Most people don’t come in where they don’t belong,” she whispered at him, still rocking in the chair.
“You were the only person who could ever sneak up on me,” he replied.
She turned back towards the nursery, “What’re you doing here?”
He walked into the room and leaned against the wall furthest from her, “Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?”
She shrugged, “You were leaving.”
“I wouldn’t have if I knew, you know that.”
“That’s my point exactly, Caleb. I didn’t want you to think that you had to stay, I wanted you to stay on your own.”
He looked into her forest green eyes, “Is it mine?”
Macy nearly laughed in his face, but all she did was nod. He looked so beautiful, it made her heart ache. He was wearing black jeans, grey sweater and black boots, aviators nowhere to be seen. Every cell in her body was screaming to touch him, to smell him, to taste him. She wanted to remind him how great they were, she wanted their bodies to show him what she had to offer, but right now was not the time. He was standing right in front of her, but he seemed to be miles away.
Caleb turned his head towards the crib, “Do you know what it is?”
She leaned forward and tried to get up, but to no avail, was stuck. Caleb walked towards her and helped her up. This was the first time they had touched in a month and it felt like too long.
He smiled down at her and almost as if reading her mind said, “I feel it too.”
She blew hair out of her face and smiled, “I have pictures.”
They walked closely towards the ultrasound pictures pinned up near the crib. He was standing directly behind her, their bodies barely touching. Clothing was brushing up against each other and skin was tingling. It was almost as if gravity was pulling them together.
She turned towards him and looked up at him with tears in her eyes, “It’s a boy, a strong beautiful boy, just like his daddy.”
Caleb looked down at his hands cupping her soft face. Nothing had ever felt more right in his life, ever. He found someone who figured out why he was so guarded, someone who always remained in the same place even though he put her through so much. Someone who became a part of him, someone he became a part of.
She held on to his arms, “You did love me, though, right?”
His literally felt his heart ache, “I still do.”
Macy watched the smile drop from his face, his posture stiffened, his entire demeanor had changed within seconds. Something deep, deep inside this beautiful man was eating at him, each and every day. Memories, so dark, so torturous were coiled up inside him, clawing at his soul.
Something, somewhere in the recesses of her body, shattered. His usual inviting and warm eyes had lowered several degrees. Since the night Macy had first laid eyes on him, on the cold November night in the nightclub, she was hooked. The games he played in, the hospital during Alexa’s labor and now that he had moved in. She used to think love at first sight was something little girls dreamed of just to get through pubescent years, but now she wasn’t sure it was just a fantasy.
She had ached for him, felt sorrow when his poise was cold; her heart broke into tiny little pieces every time his eyes glazed over with ice. He didn’t have anyone. Sure, he had Brett and Nick, and their wives, Stacey and Alexa. He had their families, but not one of his own. He only saw his family when required, and she doubted that was often. The only times he seemed distracted was when carnal pleasures were being fulfilled. A light bulb went on inside her, ideas flooded her mind. She wanted to be there for him, whenever he needed, they were his family now. She loved him. But he couldn't love her back and he would leave, time and time again.
She felt her body shatter into sobs, “Leave, Caleb. Leave now, you left once and I’m sure you can do it again.”
“Macy…” he began.
“No! Don’t, I can’t deal with you leaving every two seconds.”
He stepped back, “You think it was easy for me?”
She wiped her tears, “You sure as Hell made it seem like it.”
A pain look shadowed his face. “You really think that? I didn’t know I was lost until you found me. I didn’t know what alone was until the first night I spent without you next to me. My life is a mess of horrible mistakes, but you’re the one thing I’ve got right, Macy. You’re what I’ve been waiting for, for twelve years.”
Macy felt everything shift a little towards the left. It wasn’t just her in this and it wasn’t just him. It was what they had and who they were together.
His hands shifted to her waist. His ice blue eyes grew dark, “Every day I spent without you shredded me to pieces.”
She turned her head so she could press her lips to his throat, “That doesn’t ever have to happen again.”
His hand gripped her hair and tilted her head back, “It won’t.”
He dipped his head and sealed his mouth over hers. It started softly, sweet and teasing, his tongue stroking across her bottom lip. She opened her mouth and he leaned down to grab her legs. She easily brought them to his waist and he walked out of the room like he hadn’t gained a pound.
She reached up and slid her fingers into his thick hair, rubbing herself against his rock solid torso. She moaned when he sucked on her tongue. Their lips moved with each other, growing wetter and hotter.
Caleb reached her room down the hall and set her softly on the bed. It was dark out and the moonlight was their only source of light. Her dark hair was strewn across her white sheets; her leggings accentuated her still toned lower body. Then there was an oversized light blue shirt swallowing her stomach. He swooped his shirt over his body and stepped out of his boots. She sat up on the edge of the bed and kissed the center of his stomach while she undid the buttons on his pants.
He lifted his legs out his pants and kicked them away. She dragged her nails across the muscles of his torso. Then he kneeled in front of her, kissing the tip of her nose, the fullness of her lips. His hand went to the back of her neck and made it’s way across her collarbone and down her stomach where it reached the hem of her shirt. He slowly lifted it and nearly cried. He let out a deep breath with all his pent up emotions. He unhooked her bra and threw them on the floor. She lifted her hips and he helped remove her leggings.
His hands when to her round tummy, it was firm yet soft with a faded dark line running down the center of her swollen stomach. He looked up at Macy, with both hands resting on the firm softness of her center. They had made a baby, together. There was a child growing inside her, something that two people came together to do. Tears pooled in the ducts of his eyes.
“There’s a baby,” he said, laughing, “A little boy.”
She smiled and he noticed a tear fall down her face, “Yes, Caleb, a baby.”
He cupped her face, “Our baby, our family.”
Macy felt her heart race at his four little words, “Love me.”
He nodded, “I’ll do anything you want, Just, tell me you love me.”
“You know I do.”
“I need to hear you say it,” he said, his brows pulling together.
“I love you,” she said, touching her lips to his, “I’ll love you forever.”
She physically saw relief strike his face. His features softened, his eyes thawed, everything was softer. They say you feel the moment when you fall in love with someone, the precise second your soul finds it match. This moment was theirs.
“I love you, Macy Cunningham,” he whispered, leaning her back, “More than you’ll ever understand.”
He climbed over her body and leaned down, pressing his lips against hers in a delicate sweetness. The warmth from his kiss traveled down her body all the way to her toes. His hand crept up the inside of her thigh and her knees arched with each movement of his hand. Her hands were digging into the flesh of his muscled back when he positioned himself above her.
She peered up at him and his eyes were intent and soft at the same time. He titled his head, leaning down to kiss me tenderly and he tensed, pushing himself into her in one swift movement. They moaned simultaneously. He was stretching her in all the right ways, like fire and ice. He pulled back and pushed in, making her thighs tighten around his hips. There was a certain rhythm they were setting, a lovers dance. One that had never appeared before, until now. His stomach was rubbing against her extremely softly and he was grabbing onto the flesh of her fuller body.
“Caleb,” she murmured.
He pressed his cheek to hers as the sound of his name and his movements became more rigid. The noises from his throat grew louder and he finally pressed into her one last time before groaning and quivering above her.
He shattered and collapsed next to her on his stomach, stretching one arms out to rest against her tummy and his forehead against her cheek. She ran her fingers along the bare skin of his back until their breathing evened out.
“Macy?” he whispered.
She replied with a soft moan.
He chuckled, “I’m sorry.”
She angled her head to look up at him, “For leaving? ”
He kissed her jaw, “For hurting you.”
“You’re here now,” she smiled, “Can I ask you for a favor though?”
“Don’t wake up early, like you used to. I wanna wake up just like this.”
He sighed, “I’m not going anywhere.”
Her eyes closed, “How’d you know to come back?”
He smiled once before closing his eyes, “Sometimes you just have to read between the lines.”
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