Unexpected

By desters99

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Treya is a nobody at school, but a someone at home. In fact, a bad, rememberable of someone at home. She's tr... More

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Epilogue

Chapter 31

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By desters99


Once we got home, I stormed upstairs and into our room, slamming the door while locking it at the same time. I could not believe how Xavier went all 'cave man' on me, dragging me outside away from Antoine, after displaying his male alpha side to show dominance, as if I was an item to fight over. I was fuming over the whole situation. I probably lost all chances of having some kind of normal, teenage, dating life. The whole time, Xavier was showing jealousy, which made no sense to me since he has girls hanging all over him all the time. It's never really bothered me, I just figured we weren't anything more than two people having a baby and living together.

It had been about a little over two hours since we have been home. Once we got home, he came in shortly after me, stomping the opposite direction of our bedroom, down the hall, which tells me he probably went to his office. He's been there since, so I assume, while I have been isolated in the room. I took a shower as soon as I got in the room, slipped on one of his t-shirts once I was done, then decided to sit and watch some Netflix.

I just got done watching The Kissing Booth, when I heard a door slam shut from the other end of the hall. I heard stumbling feet, something banging as it got closer, and then glass breaking. My bedroom door handle startled to rattle and shake, as someone was trying to get in, but I had locked the door. Next thing I know, I am being jolted by the sound of a hard banging on the door, with yelling on the other side. "TREEYYAAAAA! Open the door!" It was Xavier, and he sounded drunk. "PLEEEEEAASE!" He continued to bang when I didn't respond or open the door. "OPEN MY FUCKING DOOR!"

I wasn't scared of him. Afterall, he was the one to save me, twice might I add, from my abusive father and his goons, and his own brother. But, right now, being that he is drunk, I am not sure how I feel. He kept banging while yelling. He seemed very enraged, but I did not feel as if any of that anger was directed towards me. I slowly got up, dragged my feet towards the door, and unlocked it. I then paced backwards begrudgingly, waiting for the door to open.

The door creaked open, then slammed open the rest of the way when Xavier's body fell into it. He most definitely was drunk. Suddenly, he started sliding down the side of the door, then landing face down on the hardwood floor of our room. GREAT! I was told not to add any strain to my body at this point in my pregnancy, but his feet were blocking the door, and I still didn't trust his brother. I walked to my side table, looked at my phone to see it was 7:10 PM, which meant Rosa was still up wandering around the house. I stepped over Xavier's body to the banister, leaned over and hollered for Rosa.

I hear her small feet shuffling from under me to the foyer. "Sí, Miss Treya? Did you need something?" She displayed this worried expression on her face.

"Sorry to bother you, could you come help me with something?" She nodded her head while rushing up the staircase. Once she reached the top, I pointed to Xavier's feet hanging from the doorway. "He fell on the floor, and I need help moving him out of the way so I can shut the door. Can you help grab his other arm and pull with me?" With no hesitation, she mumbled '' again, then quickly grabbed his right arm. I moved to her right side, grabbing Xavier's left arm. "One, two, three...pull!" Our feet shuffled backwards in sync, until Xavier's feet were no longer in the way. "Thank you, Rosa. I would not have been able to sleep knowing the door was stuck open all night."

"You let me know if there is anything else you need. Anytime." I hugged her, and she left the room, closing the door behind her. I quickly went over and locked it. I turned around, leaning on the door, deciding that was exhausting and I was just going to call it a night, not caring it was not even close to 8 PM. I walked to the closet to retrieve an extra blanket, then threw it over Xavier's drunk lifeless body that was now in the middle of the bedroom floor.

I turned off the lights, leaving the bathroom light on, then crawled into bed. I knew he would probably wake some time in the middle of the night and would need to see his way to the bathroom. This is definitely not my first rodeo with him. Whenever he's extremely upset, he would get drunk on his office, come to our room, pass out anywhere in the room, to only wake up sometime around 3 or 4 AM. He will stumble his way to the bathroom, sober up in the shower, then crawl his way into bed with me. I figured; tonight, was going to be no different. I slumped down further under the covers, then let sleep take over.

I've always been a light sleeper. I mean, living with my dad, you had to be. So, when I felt movement in the bed next to me, I froze a little, not realizing who was coming into my bed. When I felt a warm arm snake around my waist, I remembered I was no longer back at my house with my dad. I leaned into Xavier's hard chest, relaxing the moment I feel his skin touch me. He started trailing kisses down my jawline to my neck, leaving lingering sizzle marks from where his lips touched, along the way. The kisses moved over my chest with him whispering 'I'm sorry baby. I'm so sorry.'

I wanted to be mad at him, I tried to continue to be mad at him, but my body was betraying me as his mouth continue to glide down my body. I felt him fingers trace the hem of the shirt I was wearing, then lift it over my belly bump. This gave his kisses full access to my bare skin as they continued to go further down my stomach until he stopped right at the top of my panties. He left wet kisses on the underside of my belly, which distracted me from him slowly spreading my thighs further apart. Two fingers played with the lining of my panties, teasing my pussy by being so close. Next, I could feel his hot breath crawling down my inner thigh getting close to my heat.

I heard slight tearing, then the hot wet feel of Xavier's tongue slide from my entrance searching for my swollen bud. I realized the tearing was my lace panties I was wearing, that apparently was blocking Xavier's target. His mouth clamped down on my clit, sucking and nipping at it. I instantly bucked and whimpered when I realized my belly was in the way that I couldn't see the action. My mind was easily diverted from that upsetting thought when simultaneously, he took one of my nipples in between his forefinger and thumb, then pinched enough to ignite a moan out of me; While also, sliding two fingers into my hot core and flicking them upwards, hitting that sweet spot. I was so close, I just needed him harder.

As if he read my mind, he pulled away from me into a sitting position on his knees, quickly lined himself to my entrance, and without warning, slammed into me. Sliding his hands under my ass, he tilted my pelvis upwards, which allowed him to go deeper into me. I didn't think I would be able to have sex like this, with how big I've gotten, but I was so wrong. He gripped my thighs tight, pulling me into him with every thrust. I was on the edge again, was needing just the little bit of pressure to get me there. I tried to reach for my clit and was failing extremely with this intruder of a belly in the way. Xavier caught on to what I was needing, so he slid his hand down from my thigh to reach my wet pussy. Once his thumb created those ever so skillful circled on my sensitive bud, I lost it. One pinch to my clit had me screaming and convulsing.

"Xavier! OH...FUCK!" As my core continuously gripped his cock, I felt him twitch inside me when his head flew back in pleasure. I felt his hot release inside me as his hands gripped excessively tight on my hips.

"Fuuuck, Treya!" His body shook as he fell forward over me catching himself with his arm so he wouldn't fall on top of me. "Damn, Babe. I love the feel of you." He breathlessly stated in my ear as he was starting to roll onto the side of me. He palmed my cheek to pull my face towards his, then, ever so gently, his lips ascended onto mine. His tongue darted out tracing my lips asking for entrance, which I granted. I could still smell my arousal on his face while his tongue massaged my own. He pecked my lips then my nose before settling in behind me, tucking my back into his chest.

I was still pissed off on his actions yesterday, but how do I approach the situation now with what just happened. I wanted to stay up mulling over this to devise a plan on what I needed to say to him, but with his warm breathing on my shoulder, and the tightness of his arms around me, I only felt calm. I can tell by the slow rhythm of his breathing; he has already fallen asleep. The warmth of his breath lulled me to sleep as well.

I awoke to the smell of bacon, eggs, pancake? I open my eyes to a plate of waffles on my side table. I also noticed the other side of the bed was empty. Of course, he would try to bribe me with sweetness in hopes I wouldn't bring up yesterday. The bathroom door opened as I was sitting up in bed. Xavier stopped when he noticed I was awake, looking at my plate then me with hope in his eyes. Yep, he was hoping I would have forgotten or not bring it up.

I don't say anything as I grab my food and start to eat. He comes around the bed to sit next to me, where I noticed he too, had a plate of food on his side table. He quickly threw a glance my way to see if I would be mad at him for sitting next to me. When I still didn't object to the idea, He must've taken that as an 'okay' form me. He grabbed his plate, which was piled high with food, and I am the pregnant one here. Didn't they call this 'sympathy eating' in one of my pregnancy books?

He turned on the TV to Netflix, gauging my reaction to shows and movies he hovers over, to see if I would be interested in something to watch. Honestly, I did have an urge to watch 'Outlander', May has been going nuts over it, but I didn't want to tell him that. He played it safe by putting on a love type movie, he knows I like swooning over, 'The Perfect Date'. As the movie started, he started relaxing more into the bed to eat his food. I peeked at Xavier, watching him fiddle around with his food, instead of eating it. He knew. "So...Yesterday."

"There it is! Couldn't let it go and take my apology?" He grumbled while rolling his eyes. He let a heavy sigh fall from his mouth before going on. "Get it out. I know those raging pregnancy hormones of yours are eating you up inside." So he thinks I'm pissed because of my up and down pregnancy flashes? No responsibility. He practically carried me out of the diner like a fucking caveman!

"Don't you dare blame this on pregnancy hormones. You did this anger!" I said pointing to my face of rage. "What was that all about anyways? You knew I had to work on a project with him. Then you show up out of nowhere, and then you had rub it in Antoine's face that we are living together, like some fucking possessive jealous boyfriend. Which would be crazy, since you have no claim on me, as I am not an item to own, nor are we dating!"

"Is that what you really want?" He was studying my face, trying to figure out what it is I am seeking. I honestly am not sure what I want at this point. "You want fucking flowers, dress up, candle lit dinners, and a movie bullshit? I can give you all that. You want labels? Done..MINE! There is your label. You want to be able to gossip to your girlfriends about your boyfriend? Nothing is stopping you, proof is right there!" He says this while pointing to my belly. "I never said you couldn't tell people. You just don't want to tell people who the father is. Why do you think that is?"

He's right. I had to wait until people started finding out about my situation, and even then, I still tried running and hiding from the truth. I've always been a target to people, whether it was my father or kids at school, I always tried to hide in the shadows in hopes to not be seen. "Still doesn't explain why acted that way. You have plenty of girls to relish on, why ruin my pretend time with someone who is willing to look beyond the baby thing? Just because you're the dad, doesn't mean you can control my life." I can tell he's getting frustrated over what I am saying.

"Don't you get it?" He's up off the bed by now, pacing the room scrubbing his hands down his face. "Who do I go home with? Who do I give all my attention to? All those other chics are there for their own pleasure of looking good. I don't give a shit who is around me." He's staring at me with hope that I will see what he is trying to say to me.

"That's only because I am pregnant with your kid. I get it. I appreciate it too." He huffs in frustration. "You don't need to coddle me with thi.."

"I fucking love you!" What? He's standing in the middle of the room with his chest and shoulders raising and falling very heavily. He's trying to see how I am feeling with this information. I don't know how I feel with this information. "Did you hear me?" He screamed it; I don't think anyone missed it. I slowly nodded with shock on my face. His eyebrows scrunch together, probably assuming I don't feel the same way and is expecting rejection.

I fear that if I let him in and know how I am feeling, it won't be real. Maybe he only thinks he loves me because we're having a baby together. That's a strong emotion. I can't say he's only saying it to get into my pants. Been there, done that. I think back to all the things he does that I have not really paid much attention to. He only smiles with me; I have never seen him smile with anyone else. He protected me and helped me before he knew whose baby this was. He never pays any attention to any of the girls that do hang on him, also always dismisses them whenever I approach him. He has never once been embarrassed to be seen with me. He's always in bed with me every night, watching the most girliest movies I can find, without any complaint, knowing he could be out partying and living his best life for his Senior year. He's been telling me all along, but I've just been too caught up in my own shit to notice.

"I love you, Xavier."

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