Baby for My Stepbrother

BOOK 4 Chapter 1

Life is weird. I’ve come to this conclusion after playing house with Dane for the past ten weeks.

As usual, I go to school every day, dodging my ex-boyfriend, Jack, and laughing about secrets with my best friend in the world, Carly.

At twenty weeks pregnant, I was lucky enough not to be showing. My doctor told me it was because I’m tall, and tall women tend to carry their babies more toward their back. Regardless of the reason, I was appreciative of my body for hiding the fact that I was knocked up while I was still in school.

Sitting in the hallway outside of my next class, I nudged Carly with my shoulder and tilted my chin in the direction of one of the biggest assholes in the school – Jack. Since spotting Dane and me at them all when we were shopping for clothes, the bastard has been sure to spread word around the school that I was fucking my stepbrother.

The girls who knew Dane were jealous, and the guys considered mean incestuous whore, but I didn’t let it bother me. There was nothing wrong with what Dane and I were doing. We weren’t blood related and the only thing that made our relationship abnormal was the fact that our parents were married.

I ignored my haters for the most part, only taking a moment every so often to point out their obvious games.

Carly looked up from the book she was reading and her jaw dropped when she saw Jack hanging all over a girl I’d hated for years. Jack and I had been together for a while, and he was very aware of the dislike I had for her.

“Is he trying to make you jealous? Or maybe he’s just trying to piss you off,” Carly guessed.

A bark of laughter left my lips. “Either way, it won’t work. I don’t understand why he keeps trying. Dane knocked his ass out in front of everybody in that store. What makes Jack think there’s anything he can do that will upset me? I think Dane’s fist made my feelings on the matter perfectly clear.”

“Dane’s fist or Dane’s cock?” Carly grinned at me.

I knew what she meant, but decided to mess with her anyway. “Most likely his cock. Jack seemed to like it a lot when Dane bent him over the store’s display table.”

Slapping at my body playfully, she laughed and turned her head slightly in my direction. “I meant the fact that Dane is sticking his cock in you, smart ass. I’m sure Jack hates that more than when Dane’s fist cracked his face open.”

It was always like Carly to point out the obvious. “You have a point.”

Lowering her voice so that nobody besides me could hear her, she asked, “ So, is today the big day?”

A smile tugged at my lips. It was an odd expression for me, but one I’d been making for a few weeks. Being with Dane was still new – and weird – but it was doing something I never expected it could do:

It was making me happy.

“Yep. Dane has been talking about it constantly for the past few days. I’m kind of glad to have it done just so I don’t have to hear about it anymore. I’m sure he’ll have several copies of the sonogram on him at all times.”

Laughter shook Carly’s shoulders. “Do you think Dane is going to be one of those guys with a full album in his wallet who demands that every new person he meets has to look at the pictures of his kid?”

My smile brightened, my entire body growing warm with happy feelings. I felt foreign at that moment, like I was just now meeting the new, emerging person inside me. I didn’t know the girl I was becoming. I didn’t know how to live life feeling hopeful about everything.

“I’m sure of it. Unfortunately for those new people, he’s big and strong enough to hold them down ifthey refuse.”

It was quiet between us for a moment. Looking back down the hall, I noticed that Jack had moved on and I was relieved he was no longer insight.

The bell rang, signaling me to climb off the floor and shuffle my feet into a class I wasn’t interested in taking. Math and I never got along. In fact, I’d go sofar as to say math and I were sworn enemies. Sadly, I was losing the battle because math always attacked and taunted me while I did everything in my power to runaway.

Carly shared my feelings. “Uh! I’m so glad this is the last math class I ever have to take in my life.” I chuckled. “What about college?”

She glanced at me and grinned. “I’m going to art college – one that doesn’t require math.”

We walked shoulder to shoulder behind the rest of the students who were piling into the room. Before moving through the doors, Carly leaned over tome and whispered, “ So, what do you want it to be? A boy or a girl?”