Saving Us(3)

"Ever heard of a lock?"

From under the covers I heard Amy whine. "It was my fault. I'm not used to being around curious little eyes. I'm so sorry."

Miranda came walking into the room with a basket of clothes in her hands. "Sorry for what?"

I let out a chuckle and pulled the covers off of Amy. She sat up but kept the sheet covering our naked bodies. "Bella walked in on me and Conner in bed. She thinks we are married now and Ty didn't know how to explain something like that. Please don't be mad."

"She's too damn curious. Just don't talk about it to her, until I can figure out what to tell her. I'm sure as hell not going to explain divorce to her again. That took forever and she wouldn't stop askin' if when her father and I fought , were we goin' to get a divorce."

Ty smacked her in the ass. "That's never goin' to happen."

My sister smiled and gave him one of those smiles that had a hidden meaning. I shook my head. "You think we can get some privacy up in here?"

"Well, shit! Far be it from us to cock block you, dude." Ty grabbed my sister by the hand and pulled her out of the room before I could come up with a retaliation comment. I suppose it was paybacks for me telling Iz to walk in on them awhile back.

Amy had pulled the covers back over her head and refused to let me look at her. I grabbed the edge of the sheet and tried to pry it away from her. "Come on, let me see that pretty face."

"I'm never coming out of this room again."

"Now that you say it like that, I think that might benefit me more. Sure, we'd have to eat and shower, but stayin' in bed with a beautiful naked woman for eternity seems like a good way to live."

I felt her leg slide and kick me. "Be serious, Conner, I don't want to face them. They know what we were doing. Plus, Bella thinks we're married. How am I supposed to explain this to her?"

I started laughing and reached up to grab her breast through the covers. "You don't have to explain things. Besides, what can they say? We're having a baby together. Obviously, we have been together before."

"It doesn't matter. I don't care. I don't want anyone thinking I'm a terrible person." Finally, she let me pull down the sheets.

"Blaze, my family loves you. I don't know what you're so worried about. Get your pretty little self up and get dressed."

I could understand why Amy felt the way she did. I knew her situation more than anyone, but being with Amy changed all of my rules about being with a married woman. I was so in love with her, that I couldn't help myself. Sure, she was still married, but in her situation, it was never about her being a cheater. Rick had cheated, in fact, he'd done it many times. Not to mention the fact that he had lied their whole marriage and abused her physically so badly that he sent her right into my waiting arms. He only wanted her for convenience or some twisted business deal that we didn't know yet. Whatever it was, he didn't want her like I did and now that she was carrying my child, I would stop at nothing until she was free of that bastard.

Amy was a beautiful woman and she deserved to be happy. I was once a broken man, so jealous of my own family's happiness that I drove myself into a dangerous addiction. Amy made me want more for myself. She made me care about my future. I'll admit that after I knew I loved her, I always hoped that she would get pregnant and want to be with me. I know it sounds bad, but the truth is, she needed an out and having my baby would have given it to her. Maybe that was the real reason she was lying next to me in my bed; although it didn't even matter. For the first time in a year, she was where she needed to be and I wasn't going to let her go.

By New Year's Eve Amy had finally stopped worrying about my family. Colt and Van were still in town visiting as well as my mother and John, but Lucy and my aunt had flown home the day after Christmas. They were expecting Lucy's adult kids for a visit and couldn't stay any longer because of it.

I guess what helped Amy was the fact that I may or may not have told my sister that she felt uncomfortable, who in turn told my mother. Even though my mother was overwhelmed with spending time with her grandchildren, she seemed on cloud nine every time there was a mention of me being a father. I knew from across the room when she was thinking of it, because she would look at me and her face would just light up. It had been too long since I'd made my mother smile like that.

For New Year's Eve our family made a shit load of food and hung around all night. After the babies were asleep, we took the party out to the barn to shoot pool and celebrate. Of course, Miranda had the baby monitor and was keeping it hooked to her pants in case the babies woke up.

We were shooting partners in pool and had drawn names to see who was on who's team. It ended up being Colt and Ty's dad, John and Ty and me and Van's dad. We played a set of five games and the winner played the team that was waiting. After John and Ty won the first match, the three older guys quit on us to play cards with the women. As much as we all liked to play cards, I think me, Colt and Ty, liked playing pool better.