Baby for My Stepbrother

Chapter 6

“Wow,” I said. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. There was a living thing with a beating heart inside me. We listened to the heart for a few minutes before Doctor Williams pulled out another machine and turned it on.

“This is the vaginal exam. It might pinch a little.”

My eyes locked to the screen as the doctor positioned the wand and Carly squeezed my hand, a light, excited shriek escaping her lips.

The screen lit up…and I scowled. No matter how hard I looked, I didn’t see a baby.

“Where is it?” Carly finally asked. I was thankful that she was the one to admit that there was nothing on the screen identifiable as human.

Pointing up at the screen, Doctor Williams said, “ See that dot right there with four little buds sticking out? That’s the baby.” I squinted my eyes and I finally saw it. “Oh my…it,” I angled my head back and forth. “It looks like a bean.”

“Or an alien,” Carly added. Like a miniature one from that one movie. You know, the one where the alien’s head was kind of rounded like that …”

I reached up to cover her mouth. “Thanks Carly. But you’re not helping.”

My eyes flicked back to the screen and I smiled, looking at a small little life that was growing inside me. Completely mesmerized, I stared at it for so long. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

We were at the doctor’s office for another hour before we finally were able to leave. I couldn’t stop staring at the sonograms that the doctor had printed for me. I shouldn’t have felt as happy as I did about the little bean, but for some reason, I’d already fallen in love.

Carly took me to the pharmacy to pickup my pre-natal vitamins and dropped me off at home. Giving me a sad look when I told her that seeing the bean had made my decision harder, Carly told me to take my time and really think it through. She drove away and I watched until her car disappeared.

Dane’s car was in the driveway and I thought it was odd that he hadn’t left for work. Walking into the house, I hurried to run upstairs, afraid that Dane would stop me and question me about where I’d been. I ran through the living room and past the kitchen when I suddenly stopped because I heard female laughter filtering into the hall.

Backtracking, I peeked into the kitchen, my hands balling up into fists as soon as I saw Dane sitting with a gorgeous brunette. She laughed again, reaching across the table to squeeze his arm, ensuring that she was always touching him. As Dane was

speaking to her in a low voice that I could barely make out, her eyes shot up to look at me. Shit.

I ran down the hall and up the stairs, pissed off that Dane had a girl in the house. Technically, I was nothing more than his stepsister – and apparently the girl he used only when there weren’t any better options. But that still didn’t make the pain any less when I discovered that he was still up to his old habits with women.

Slamming my bedroom door behind me, I tossed my bag on the floor and threw myself on my bed. A knock at the door sounded and I groaned wondering why Dane bothered to follow me upstairs.

“Leave me alone,” I said, not wanting to deal with him at that moment. I was too angry and hurt, and there was a high likelihood that I would explode if I had to look at him.

He opened the door anyway, stepping through and locking his blue eyes to mine as he closed the door behind him.

“ Spying on me?” Crossing his arms over his chest, he grinned down at me, his biceps flexing and straining against the material of his dark blue shirt.

I glared up at him, not willing to let him see me cry. “I just thought it was kind ofyou to have a girl in the house. I was little surprised, but now I don’t care anymore. Please get out of my room.”

“Don’t tell me what to do, Luna,” he warned. “I said please.”

His eyes narrowed in anger. “I’ll leave when I feel like leaving. What is your problem?”

I sat up in bed, jealousy and rage thrumming through my body. “I don’t have a problem, Dane. What should I have a problem with? The woman you have downstairs in our kitchen? Why would I have a problem with that?”

I was practically screaming and I quieted down, not wanting his special guest to hear me.

“What’s wrong with having a girl downstairs, Luna? Nothing’s changed between us, remember?”

“Yeah,” I laughed, “I remember. You’re just my nightly prescription – a downer that helps me sleep all night. So thank you for that. Now, will you kindly get out?”

“No,” he said, an arrogant expression shadowing his face. “I want to know why you’re acting like this?” Throwing my hands up in the air, I asked, “Like what?”

My body flinched when he took a step forward.

Placing both of his hands on the mattress, he stared down at me, anger rolling behind the beautiful blue color of his eyes. “I want to know why you’re upset that I have a girl here.”