Underestimated Part 58

"I haven't been doing what I left to do," I told him honestly. "I spent over a month at the beach with my mom and my little sister," I explained. I was happy that he dropped it and didn't try and pressure or badger me about it. He asked about my mom, my sister, and I told him about Jason. I talked to him for forty five minutes. It felt good. I told him that I had to go when Drew knocked on the door with Judith.

"I love you, Ry."

"I love you too," I said it. I didn't care if Drew was standing right in front of me. I didn't even care about the hurt look on his face. He deserved it.

"How are you, Morgan?" Judith asked.

"Fine," I said with a bit of an att.i.tude. I never did like her, and if I was pregnant she was not being my doctor.

"Do you think you can go to the bathroom?" she asked, halting the nice act. She picked up on my defiance right away.

"Do I have a choice?"

"Morgan," Drew chastised.

I took the cup from Judith's hand and stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door a little harder than I meant to.

I left the cup on the sink and walked out of the bathroom, right past the both of them and downstairs to the pool. I didn't want to know the results. I knew that I was pregnant, and I didn't want Judith f.u.c.king Bishop to be the one to tell me the fact that I already knew. f.u.c.k both of them. I wished I had my car. I wanted to leave. I didn't want to be there for one more second.

I sat on the side of the pool, swirling my feet around the not so cool water. It was hot, very hot, but I didn't care. I didn't want to be in that evil house full of demons.

"What are you doing, Morgan?" Drew asked, in a calmer voice from the door.

"Nothing," I snapped.

"Come inside," he politely requested.

"Why?"

"So we can talk," he said with a little more annoyance.

"So we can talk or so you can tell me what I am doing?" I replied still sitting by the pool, not about to budge. I spent six years of my life listening to this man tell me when, where, how, what, and why, no not why, it was never any of my business, why. I wasn't about to bow down to him.

"Please come in the house. It's a hundred degrees out here."

I got up and walked past him and into the kitchen.

He followed. Marta was preparing our supper. I took a bottle of water and sat at the island.

"Can you leave us, Marta?" He asked. She smiled and walked out.

Drew straddled the stool beside me. "Look at me,"

he softy spoke.

I turned my head to his, but I didn't look at him. I looked past his right shoulder at one of the replaced, tiny cameras that I had broken. What? Was he afraid someone was going to steal his food?

Stupid idiot. Stupid f.u.c.king idiot...

"Don't you want to know what the results are?"

I did look into his eyes with that, dead on with my cold, despicable glare. "I already know what they are."

"She can do the paternity test, and she can do the abortion if it turns out to be his."

d.a.m.nit, what the h.e.l.l did I do with that gun?...

"One, Judith is not doing s.h.i.t with any test. Two, Judith is not touching me. I will find my own physician, and three. What would ever give you the idea that I would even consider an abortion?"

"I knew you would say every bit of what you just said," he admitted.

"Then, why would you even suggest any of it?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "Wishful thinking, I guess. What do you want, Morgan?"

"Not you," I a.s.sured him. He snickered.

"You want to run back to your boring little life in Maine, back to your safe little sheriff." He replied with a tone. It wasn't a question, it was more of a statement.

"Boring? Let me explain to you what boring is.

Boring is being trapped in this house for six, very long years. Boring is being allowed to leave the house escorted to go to one place and check out one book. Boring is being locked in a room with nothing in it for days, boring is..."

"Stop, Morgan. You want to leave? I'm not forcing you to stay. You're free to go whenever you want."

"Fine. I want to go now," I demanded.

"Where do you want to go?" he asked, I knew he wanted me to say back to my mom's. I kind of wanted to go there too, but I was p.i.s.sed. My only goal in life at that moment was to hurt him.

"Maine," I spouted off with one word.

He took his cellphone from his pocket.

"I need the plane ready in an hour," he said in the phone glaring at me.

f.u.c.k...

I didn't want to leave like that. I knew that he was trying to do what he thought was best. Hurting me wasn't his intention, but d.a.m.nit, he couldn't just tell me what I was doing anymore. I felt like a real s.h.i.t. I felt even worse when he kissed my lips softly and whispered that he loved me before he turned and walked away. Could somebody please explain how this got turned around? I wasn't the b.i.t.c.h here, was I?

I was just getting ready to go to him when Marta let Celeste in, Celeste in her long legs, short pencil skirt, and beautiful flowing blonde hair.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Kelley," she smiled, carrying an arm full of folders.

"h.e.l.lo," I smiled back as she made her way to Drew's office.

I went upstairs and packed the clothes that I had taken to North Carolina with me. I didn't really need two thousand dollar dresses in Maine.

I walked past Drew's closed office door. I couldn't believe that he was going to let me go without a word. He never came out.

My face instantly turned red when I opened the door to Gary. The same Gary that the last time I saw, my legs were wrapped around Drew's waist in the back of the plane.

He took my bag and said goodbye to Marta. Drew was really letting me leave without one word.

I was happy when we landed that Drew had already arranged for me to have a ride. I really didn't want to call Dawson, and it was getting pretty late. I knew that Lauren would be in bed already.

I smiled when I got out of the car at my mowed lawn, and then again at my stack of mail on the table.

Dawson was still taking care of me even though I had been a f.u.c.ked up mess around him over the last couple of months. No. I had always been a mess around him, from day one, and he was always there for me. I opened the sliding gla.s.s door, went around and opened windows, and sprayed a can of Lysol around the house. I guess the humidity from the hot days and the closed up house caused the musty smell.

I soaked in a hot bath and ran my hand over my belly. I swear I could see a b.u.mp already.

"Oh, little baby, what a mess you are coming into,"

I said out loud.

I smiled, and got out of the tub when I heard Dawson.

"Ry?" he called.

I pulled on my robe from the hook behind the bathroom door which I also noticed the musty smell on. I made a mental note to throw it in the wash.

I'm such an idiot. I walked right into the man's arms. I had serious problems.

Dawson placed his hands on my back and pulled me to him with a smile and a kiss. I think maybe my v.a.g.i.n.a was on break, p.i.s.sed off, or just not interested in making love to Dawson. It wasn't giving me fits like normal when one of these men touched me. I know it was because it wasn't what I needed. I needed someone to understand me, someone to confide in without being judged. Was Dawson that someone? I was about to find out. He had just as much right to know about the baby as Drew did.

"I'm going to get dressed. I'll be right back," I said, pulling away from him. I couldn't help but notice how our fingers seemed to linger as he let me go.

"Do you want a beer?" he called.

Hmmm. No alcohol for a while. "No, I think I'm just going to have tea," I called out.

Dawson had the tea kettle on the stove when I came out.

"I didn't think you would be back this soon. How was the funeral?"

I didn't think I would be either. I shrugged my shoulders. "Fine, I guess. There weren't many people there, but it was nice."

"Do you want to sit outside?" he asked, pouring hot water over the teabag.

"Yes."

I watched Dawson put the teaspoon of honey in my cup. I'd bet that Drew didn't even know how I liked my tea. Dawson got himself a beer and carried my cup. I slid the door open for him, and he paused. He moved his head and kissed me lightly with a smile. I smiled back. I could tell that he was happy to see me, and he had missed me.

We sat at the table. Dawson didn't sit across from me. He slid his chair around so that we were both looking out to the endless sea.

"How did you know that I was home?" I asked.

He smiled. "Lauren text me."

I smiled too.

"You okay, Ry?" he asked, and for the life of me I don't know what happened. My guess was the hormones were a little wacky, but I started crying. I don't mean a tear escaped. I bawled like a baby. He held his arm around me, not speaking. I'm sure he had no idea what to say. He held me, kissed my head, and rubbed circles around my back.

Once I was able to stop sobbing like some sort of lunatic, I wiped my nose with the back of my hand and smiled up at him.

"I'm sorry," I apologized.

Dawson walked into the house and came back with a box of tissues. I pulled one from the box and blew my nose.

"What's going on, Ry?" he asked, taking my hand. I ran my hand over his light blue t-shirt where the blue was darker from my wet tears. He looked down.

"Don't worry about it. It's not the first time you cried in my shirt," he said.

"Why are you so good to me?" I asked. I didn't deserve him any more than a child molester deserved to keep their private parts. I had been so rotten to him, but could I really help it. I still didn't know what the h.e.l.l to do. I loved Drew. There was no doubt in my mind. I loved Dawson too, and now I had to go and throw a baby in the middle. f.u.c.ked up, that's what it was.

"Because I love you," he quietly said.

"I'm pregnant, Daw." There, I said it. It was out. I was afraid to look at him. I was afraid that he was going to get up and walk out of my life, for good this time. It was really stupid of me. Dawson wasn't that man. Dawson would be right there for as long as I would let him. I knew he would. I heard him take a deep breath and looked down at his hand caressing mine.

"Is it mine, Ry?"

I felt a sudden sense of dej vu. I had already had this conversation.

"I don't know, Dawson." I was honest with him. I was done lying to Dawson Bade. Whether we were together or not, I was telling him everything.

I spent the next two hours, pouring my heart out to him. He knew that I was worth more than Bill Gates. I told him about Drew and Derik's plan to dispose of me once Mr. Callaway had pa.s.sed, and how they hadn't expected him to live but a few months. I told him about him being forced to marry me or be cut out of his will. He knew about my mother being paid off too. I told him everything, even the demand from Drew that I have this paternity test.

"I can't understand how you can love this guy, Ry.

And don't take it the wrong way. I'm not trying to be a d.i.c.k. I just don't understand. I want to go dig his grave right now."

I snorted and traced his fingers with mine. "He wanted me to have an abortion if the baby turns out to be yours."

"I'm afraid if you let him talk you into that, I would dig his grave."

I picked my ringing cellphone up from the table. I answered it. I wasn't hiding anything from either one of them anymore. If that sent them both running to the hills then so be it.

"I just wanted to make sure that you made it home okay," Drew said on the other end.

"Yes. I'm home." That's all I said. I didn't know what to say to him.

"Are you flying back to North Carolina or do you want me to send for your car?"

"I'm staying here for a while, but you don't have to send someone to drive my car. I have my Honda. My mom said that it was fine there."

"You're not driving my baby around in that jalopy you call a car."

"My car is fine until I go out there. I promised Caroline I would come back before school started."