The Right Kind of Love(93)

I let the dogs out to do their business and went to the fridge to pull out something to cook for dinner. I didn’t know why I was cooking. What I really needed to do was to get off my swollen feet and give my body a rest. I was exhausted from a long day at work. Maybe I would cut back my hours like Damien had suggested.

Just as I had finished the rice and chicken that was roasting in the oven, the door from the garage swung open, and Damien strolled in. He instantly came to my side and planted a deep, wet, and delicious kiss to my lips.

“Hi, baby, how are my girls?”

“I’m beat and your baby has been kicking me most of the day.” I sure hoped that tonight when I tried to sleep that she would stop with all of this kicking nonsense.

He protectively placed his hand over my belly and the baby chose that time to kick. “Damn, she is kicking. I think we have a little soccer player on our hands.”

“Um, no, she’s going to be a ballerina.” She was going to be a little princess if I had anything to say about it.

“Well, she can do both.” He winked at me.

“We’ll see.” He kissed my neck and then went to check the even to see what I was cooking.

“Something smells good.”

“I made rosemary chicken, rice pilaf, and seasoned green beans.” I hoped like hell he liked my dinner. I hadn’t made this dish for him. It was one my mom used to make all of the time, and I loved it.

“It sounds delicious and I can’t wait to try it. But, I have to say, you shouldn’t have cooked, babe. You look beat.” He looked down at my swollen feet. “And your poor feet are so swollen, you should have them up.”

He was so caring. Always thinking of me. “It’s no problem. I wanted to cook for you.”

“You are too good to me. From now on, I’m going to leave the shop a little earlier and I’ll be cooking for you. And I won’t take no for an answer.” He had a look on his face that said don’t mess with me.

“But—”

“There are no buts. I’m doing it.”

Well, hot damn, Mr. Alpha was making his appearance tonight. I hoped he kept it up later on in the bedroom. It was hot has hell.

“Fine,” I conceded.

“I’m gonna run upstairs and take a shower, sweets. I’ll be back in ten.” He walked his sexy ass out of the room and my panties started to get a little wet.

We were settled into dinner and having light conversation. “So how was your day, honey? Any interesting pieces? You know how I love hearing about your work. Your talent amazes me.”

“Interesting for sure. I did a huge tribal back piece. He was a new client that I think will become a regular.”

“That is wonderful, baby.” I could tell there was more. “So tell me how it was interesting?” I said before taking in a fork full of food.

“I had a visitor today.” Oh, this was getting interesting. I could only imagine that it was one of his skanks.

“Do tell?” I inquired.

“Before I tell you more, I want you to know that this doesn’t affect us or the baby. I don’t want you to get upset or freak out.” My stomach dipped, and it wasn’t the good kind of delicious dip I normally got from my man.

“Go on,” I pushed for more.

“This woman, who I can’t for the life of me remember, came into the shop today with her baby.” My heart sank in my chest, and I felt like the air was knocked clear out of my body like being sucker punched.

“And?” I prompted him. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise.

“Before you draw assumptions about what I’m going to say next, I want you to know I don’t believe what she told me.” He had stopped eating. I could tell this was really troubling him. His tone had changed, and he was staring out me with a wash of apprehension spread across his beautiful face.

“Okay.”

“She’s claiming the baby is mine.”

Tears hit my eyes. Why would he want a baby with me that isn’t his if he could have his own baby that was his blood? “Well, does he look like you?”

“Not one bit. The only thing that is similar is our hair color. But his mother’s hair is the same color.”

“I see.” The tears started making a trail down my face. How could this be happening to us?

“Honey, please don’t cry.” He reached across the table to place my hand in his, and I instantly pulled away. He gave me a strange look but didn’t press. “I always wrap my shit up. There’s no way that it’s mine.”

“But you don’t know that, Damien,” I said between sobs.

He got up from the table to sit next to me, pulling me into his arms. “Please don’t cry. I’m telling you it’s not mine. Just to be sure, we’re having a paternity test done. I did some research online and it says it takes about two weeks.” I pulled away from him.