If I hadn't met the woman, I would argue about this, but I have and the woman is wretched, delusional and off her rocker. So, yes, I do agree with Drake on this score. "Good thing that you two didn't get hitched then. You should thank your lucky stars that I came in at the right moment and saved your sorry ass!"
Drake cocks his head and smiles at me. "Yeah, I do thank them … Every. Single. Day, Lil."
I wet my lips and look away. I suppose living with Shannon was one giant ball of nightmare. Yeah, he should be thanking those stars.
I'm more than thankful when they call out my name. We're ushered into a semi-dark room where the female doctor is kind enough to point out everything for us. Drake has tons of questions. The experience is definitely amazing. Our child is a puny thing on that screen, but I already love it with all of my heart.
After thirty minutes or so, we are driving back to my house. "That was totally crazy, don't you think?" Drake says much to himself, still amazed from the experience.
"Yeah, it was awesome to see it like that," I murmur. My thoughts are somewhere else.
I want to be detached from Drake, but he's making it impossible. I expect him to drop me off once we get to my house, but he follows me inside.
Since my plan was to ignore him, I go upstairs and shut my bedroom door. After a few minutes, I hear him knock.
"Lil?"
I groan. "What?"
"Can I come in?" he asks as he opens the door. "I just wanted to talk."
More talking, great. "Anything important?"
Drake pauses and sits on the foot of my bed. He waits a few more seconds before he starts, "Ever since the day we were born, we were meant for this. We were meant for each other, but it was my cowardice that made the journey a hell as I tried to fight it tooth and nail."
Damn, that admission from him hurts. He really doesn't want me. "Exactly, Drake, that's my point right there."
He huffs and gets up pacing, ending up leaning against the wall. "I was a total moron. It was a selfish thing to do, but at that age, it meant commitment and marriage would follow after you'd finished college. Our parents wouldn't have let us date without pushing us in that direction. I didn't want that. I wasn't ready for that, but I am now, Lily. If you just give me another chance. I do want you and the baby."
I sit up on the bed. "You are going to be a part of his or her life. I'm not going to take that from you."
"Yeah, but I want it all, with you included, as a family unit. Together."
Damn it. Fine. "I'll think about it. That's all I can tell you at the moment."
Drake comes over and kisses my forehead. "Thank you. I will work hard to earn your trust. I promise you that." He leaves after he gives me a beaming smile.
I wake up the next day and find a note on the kitchen counter underneath a big vase of calla lilies along with a hearty breakfast of pancakes, bacon, eggs and a fruit bowl.
I just wanted to do something nice for you and the baby. I'll be thinking of you.
I smile like an idiot after reading it. I'm lucky enough that I don't have any morning sickness. Although I do get dizzy spells here and there, it isn't all that serious. I'll take dizzy spells anytime over vomiting my guts out.
From then on, I receive breakfast and different type of lilies on a daily basis. I spend most of my time reading baby books about what I should be expecting. Most days, I'm online checking out baby room designs and themes. Yeah, I'm ecstatic to be a mom and with Drake's breakfast redemption strategy, I am close to just getting over it and giving us both a fair shot.
After a week, I expect my day to go on like the usual, but something jolts me out of bed. I suppose it's my growling tummy or just my senses are piqued …
In my soft cotton night dress, I groggily make my way downstairs, yawning. I pause when I see Drake in the kitchen cooking. When he feels my presence, he smiles and greets me. "Good morning, Baby Momma. Hungry?"
Very much, yes, I'm so hungry for you. He looks so delicious whistling and cooking in my kitchen, I want him for breakfast. Instead, my sanity snaps me back from dreamland and pushes me forward to get some juice.
"Just go sit. I've got you covered. Today's your day to be lazy. I'm at your service." He points at my breakfast nook and quickly places a glass of orange juice on the table.
"Thank you." When I take a refreshing sip, I notice that it's fresh squeezed juice. "This is delicious. Where did you buy this?" I want to get more.
"I bought the oranges at Whole Foods, but squeezed them myself. You have more in the fridge, Babe."
I blink a few times. The thought of Drake squeezing oranges makes me hornier than I was originally. What is wrong with me today? I'm just a huge hornball. "Thanks. That's very thoughtful of you," I thank him, though I'm a little uncomfortable about where my thoughts are leading.
Drake places pancakes, a Mexican omelet, fresh honey dew slices and strawberries before me. He then slides in the opposite side of the table, folding his arms and looks at me. "You know I'd do anything for you, right? Now go eat and feed my baby, woman."
I smile and chuck a strawberry at him-which he catches and sexily bites into. The pink juices of the fruit sit deliciously on his lips. Honey drops, I think as my eyes glue on to them, hungrily. When his tongue juts out and licks the residue, I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning at the very sight of his pink tongue snaking out. I imagine all sorts of naughty things accompanying that tongue of his.
Drake groans and gets up from his seat. "Come here," he throatily whispers. When I get close to him, he kisses me passionately and I have a hard time breathing in between his kisses.
It doesn't take long for me to hook my arms around his neck, and when he lifts me up and places me on top of the table, his hands hastily push the dishes aside. Biting his bottom lip, my hands seek out the edge of his shirt and pull it out of his pants. The sight of his hard-toned body sends me into a delicious, sexual hysteric.
"I want you," I whisper against his left nipple before my tongue licks it and my teeth bite into it. Drake hisses as his hands reach out for my thin night wear and swiftly pulls it off my body. My stomach is still fairly flat, but you can faintly see a slight bump if you stare hard enough.
Drake steps back a little bit as his eyes voraciously caress my body in burningly from my toes up. "God, you're beautiful."
Our eyes connect; his are full of desire and mine are desperate. He takes a step forward and seizes my lips again, but this time, I have no intention of stopping. My hands immediately go to his jeans and unlatch them. I pull down his underwear with his pants in an instant as I greedily capture his hot length.
"Shit, slow down," Drake hisses.
No way, Jose, not in this lifetime, I think lasciviously.
When my grip goes tighter around him, Drake shifts the power and takes charge. He has me out of my panties in a heartbeat. I barely have time to blink before his fingers delve inside my wet folds. Being pregnant makes everything so sensitized and arousing. Each stroke takes me a step closer to Nirvana. I can't hold back what my body wants and I want everything from him. I plant my hands behind me as I lean backwards. His other hand spreads my legs wider while I watch Drake's tongue descend on me while his silver eyes have me suspended.
Everything becomes hazy after that as Drake makes love to me all day long.
"Drake, will you call me back? You said you wanted to go to the movies. If you've changed your mind then say so! You're over an hour late. You know what? Forget it. I'd rather stay home because I am that angry. Yes, so angry in fact, I could murder you right now. Bye." I huff again and plop down on my couch.
It is already six-thirty when my stomach growls in protest. I get up and head to the kitchen to prepare a chicken sandwich. I'm halfway through my meal when I hear Mom knock and enter my home. "Lily?"
"I'm in the kitchen, Mom." I gulp down half of my apple juice when she strides towards me. I'm instantly caught off guard when my mom doesn't have a sunny smile to greet me. Instead, she looks worried and teary.
I still. My mind is going into panic mode and my heart pounds madly against my ribcage. "Mom? What's going on?" I whisper when I watch her halt midway.
She starts crying. The sight of her crying makes me frightened and worried. Whatever this is, it's serious. I rush to her side and try to calm her. "Baby, I'm so sorry." Mom starts sobbing even harder.
Sorry for what? "What about, Mom? Please, you're killing me here. Tell me."
"Pat and Hugh just got a call thirty minutes ago telling them that Drake was in an eight-car accident. He's in the hospital right now, but it doesn't look too good."