I rub my belly, thinking of my small son I’ve grown to love so much during our seven months of bonding.
“No. She thinks I had a fling shortly after the wedding. She’s not the judgmental type, thankfully. She’s already put a crib in her house and made me promise to come see her the second he’s born.”
Shannon smiles as she walks over and rubs my belly for a second.
“Well, you two be careful this weekend.”
“We will.”
***
Tag
“I’m not sure I should go, Melanie. I’ve got a lot going on with Kinset right now. Um, how about I just come have dinner with you next week to make it up to you?”
I know Ash will be there, and I can’t see her. That girl is still in my head, and apparently my cock has taken a vow of celibacy. If I see her, I’ll end up losing my sanity and fucking the only girl I want.
“Absolutely not. This benefit is for kids in need of a home, love, family, and warmth. You know this means a lot to me, and I want my third son to be there.”
Shit.
“I’ll be there.”
Now what?
“Good. You bringing a date?” she asks with a leading tone.
“Yeah.”
Maybe that will keep me from fucking Ash.
***
Ashiara
“Billy, I’m not sure about this dress. It sort of makes me look fat,” I murmur while messing with the flowing material draping around me.
“You’re not fat, though you have gained some weight. It seems to all be in your belly though. How is that possible?” he asks in bemusement.
My cheeks burn, and I shake my head vigorously. Melanie walks in, her eyes glistening as she stares at me, and Billy flops back on my bed.
“You look more beautiful every time I see you, dear,” she so gently coos as she comes to wrap her arms around me, stopping short when my hidden belly proves it pokes out farther than most people realize.
“Thank you, Melanie. I was just trying to find a dress where I didn’t look so… fat.”
She lets a chuckle out, and her hand discreetly rubs my stomach as a tear drops from my eye.
“You look stunning. Now come on, let’s get you downstairs before they start the charity auction. Then there will be dancing, food, and more. You can have a night of no worries.”
No worries my ass.
Melanie clutches my arm all the way down the stairs, worried I’ll fall and hurt my child, and then we flow into the crowded gathering. My eyes lift up as gravity pulls them toward the door, and I fight back the bile rising to my throat when I see Tag walking in… with a date.
I don’t know why I expected him to come alone. It was stupid. That's the whole reason he and I couldn't work. He's Mr. Playboy. I’m a fool to think he would somehow still be thinking about me.
It’s not like I can tell him I can't get him out of my head. I've done all I can to forget about him, constantly reminding myself of all the reasons it could never work... and then this... I'm carrying his baby, and stupidly, I fell for him that weekend against all my inner protests.
Everything he says is so… perfect. Now he’s here, proving I’m an idiot for entertaining the thought we might could somehow work things out.
The drool-worthy blond on his arm is wearing a short, sparkly dress that makes her look like she’s ready for the runway. Here I am, looking like a prude - a fat prude.
My heart almost breaks, and Billy walks up to wrap his arm around my shoulders before kissing the top of my head.
“You okay, girl?” he asks, his eyes floating over to find where my gaze is burning.
“Yeah. It’s not like I thought he was going to come in and sweep me off my feet. He’s still Tag. I shouldn’t have ever gotten Tagged.”
***
Tag
I prepared myself for seeing her. I rehearsed all the casual, cordial lines I might share, should she offer to engage in conversation with me. I did all my prepping, but I didn’t prepare to see the pain in her eyes when she saw me with another girl.
My breath hurts as it catches in my throat. Her blue dress matches her stormy blue eyes that are glistening with restrained tears. I put those tears there.
She’s not wearing her usual, tight, showy style. This dress is more... conservative, though her cleavage is still exposed. I swear her breasts have doubled in size, making my cock fully erect upon the sight of them.
Her knee-length dress is more flowing than formfitting, with a ruffled center that hides her perfect body. Why is she covering her beautiful figure?
“Tag,” Melanie murmurs as she walks over to hug me, distracting me.
I return the embrace, and then she fights the urge to turn her nose up when she pulls back and stares at my date.
“And who is this?”