Underestimated Part 62

I slowly moved my lips to his and kissed him like I never wanted to let him go. I didn't want to let him go. I just wanted Dawson too. I needed Dawson to keep some normality in my life.

Drew rolled me over not letting our lips lose contact. I wasn't sure where this Drew was coming from, but he took his good old sweet time with me. He kissed and sucked all over my upper body while he made slow pa.s.sionate love to me. I felt like I was floating. There was none of his dominating s.e.x hang ups, just pure making love. I didn't like it. I mean I did, but I didn't. This wasn't the Drew that was f.u.c.ked up. This was the Drew that loved me and was showing me just how much.

We watched a movie after our love making session. He kept his hand on my naked belly and I lay curled up in his arms. I was doing nothing but torturing myself. I belonged there, but I belonged in Dawson's arms too. What the h.e.l.l was I supposed to do with these two men? Most women would be flattered to have two men chasing after her, not me. Maybe had I not loved them both it could have been flattering, but it was agony. I knew that if this baby turned out to be Drew's, Dawson wouldn't leave me, but Drew would never let me go. I wasn't sure how things would go if it turned out to be Dawson's.

Would Drew let me go then? Maybe that would put an end to all of this madness. Maybe I just needed to let this little baby decide.

I woke to Drew's fingers between my legs sometime in the middle of the night. That session was beyond slow love making. That was the dark Drew that had me doing every kinky thing imaginable. Including getting off of the bed to place my hands on the side, and like a good little submissive, I did everything he told me to do. I was as sick as him. I loved it, and I'm not sure that I had ever had so many o.r.g.a.s.ms in one night.

I woke naked and wrapped securely in Drew's arms. His hand was on the side of my baby belly. I looked up to see if he was still sleeping. He wasn't. He bent and kissed me.

"This little guy is going crazy," he smiled.

"He always does first thing in the morning, and he is wreaking havoc on my bladder right now," I replied and got up to go to the bathroom.

"Come right back to me," Drew requested. I smiled.

I didn't come right back. I relieved myself and dug through my purse for the small tube of toothpaste and my toothbrush. I brushed my teeth, rinsed my mouth and looked at my reflection in the mirror.

"Drew!" I screamed. I really screamed. Had I been able to see through the wall I was sure that he was laying there with a big smirky smile.

"You f.u.c.king idiot," I ranted.

"What?" he asked, feigning stupidity.

"I can't believe you did this. What the h.e.l.l?" I asked as he pulled me back to his naked body.

He towered over me with a smile. "I like it, I think it looks good on you," he stated looking at my b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

"You did that on purpose. You're an animal marking your territory, and I don't find it a bit funny." It was huge. The bite mark was as big as a fifty cent piece, just above my right breast. How the h.e.l.l was I supposed to keep Dawson from seeing that? He wanted Dawson to see it. What the h.e.l.l did I see in this idiot?

"How about I make a matching one right here?" he asked, kissing and sucking on my breast.

"Don't you dare," I demanded, grabbing his hair and pulling him off of me. I'm not sure what the h.e.l.l happened next. He looked up at me with a stare that entranced our vision. I couldn't see anything but him in my life, and I was sure he was seeing the same thing.

"I love you, Morgan," he whispered.

f.u.c.k, f.u.c.k, f.u.c.k.

This trip did nothing but screw everything up again. I loved that he loved me, and I loved him beyond belief. Drew kissed me and then moved between my legs and made slow obsessive love to me.

We showered together, and I had to wear the clothes that I had arrived in. I didn't bring one thing. I hadn't planned on staying overnight. I didn't mind. It was only a two hour flight. At least I had my tooth brush.

I signed Drew's papers, and he signed just below my name. We ate a late breakfast together, and I had to get mad at him, for him to stop begging me to go home with him. I wanted to. Believe me, I wanted to, but I couldn't.

Dawson was waiting for me, and I had to go home to him.

I had spent the last three months trying my d.a.m.nedest to make things the way they had been before with him. We were doing well, and I couldn't jeopardize s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g that up. Drew was not the type of man that I wanted my child raised by. He just wasn't.

"You are going to call me Wednesday, right?" he asked.

I sipped my decaffeinated coffee and tried to think of why I would be calling him on Wednesday.

"You're calling me as soon as you find out the s.e.x of my baby. Remember?"

"Oh, yes. I will call," I promised, remembering the conversation the night before.

We stood outside on the blacktop for what seemed like forever. He wouldn't let me get on the plane.

"Drew, I'm freezing. I have to go."

"Can I call you?"

Yes. He could call. I wanted him to call. The only problem with that was Dawson. He was with me every night.

"Will you call during the day?" I asked.

He kissed me and let me go. "Probably not. I don't much care what your boyfriend thinks." I didn't know if that meant that he wouldn't call at all or he would call in the evening while Dawson was there.

I spent my short flight, trying to figure out what the h.e.l.l I was supposed to do. I knew what made sense. I knew what the safer choice was. I knew life would be a lot simpler in Misty Bay. I knew what choice people in their right mind would choose. I wasn't in my right mind, far from it.

I was dropped off at my house by Gary, right around two in the afternoon. I did an online search on how to get rid of my new love bite from Drew. I tried toothpaste, ice, witch hazel, heat, and brushing a comb over the area. Nothing worked. I had no choice but to not let Dawson see me without a shirt until the stupid thing went away.

Chapter 26.

I fell right back into the comfortable routine with Dawson. He worked, came to my house for supper and slept in my bed. I had sidestepped the shower request my first night back. We made love in the pitch dark, and by the third day it was starting to fade. I was home free.

Dawson traded shifts with Matt the following Wednesday so that he could go to my doctor's appointment with me. I stared out the window on the ride back to my house. I'm not sure how to describe the way that I as feeling. Don't get me wrong, I was happy. I was just confused once again.

Dawson reached for my hand after nudging me with his. I looked down and placed my hand in his.

"Are you disappointed?" he asked with a warm smile.

"No. Not at all. Why would I be disappointed?"

"I don't know. You seem distracted. Were you hoping for a girl?"

"No, not really. I'm fine with a little boy."

Dawson's smile reached his beautiful green eyes.

"I am ecstatic for a little boy. I can't wait to take him fishing," he said, excited.

I couldn't help but smile too. I could just see the three of us walking along the beach with a brown haired little boy riding on Dawson's shoulders.

"Have you thought about names?" he asked.

"Not really. The only thing that I knew for sure was if it was a girl, her middle name was going to be Joyce like mine and Caroline's"

"Wait. I thought your middle name was Mich.e.l.le,"

he stated, confused.

I smiled an uncertain smile." Riley's middle name is Mich.e.l.le. Morgan's middle name is Joyce."

Dawson didn't reply right away. He contemplated what I had just said, briefly before responding. "I can't call you Morgan, Ry."

I kind of giggled. "I don't want you to call me Morgan." I didn't. I wasn't Morgan with him. I was Morgan with Drew, and I wanted to keep the two separated.

We stopped at Star's on the way through town and had one of her new club sandwiches. She now had two girls working for her plus the one that I had l already met.

The place was hopping. Of course she had to let her new help know that they were working there because of me. I believed that myself though. I know that it wouldn't have been any more than the run down coffee shop, had I not taken it up on myself to turn it into something unique.

By the time we made it back, I was tired and ready for my daily nap. I never realized how much being pregnant took out of you. I was tired all the time.

Dawson stopped me just in the door. He kissed me and told me that he loved me. He was as proud as an Olympian wearing a gold medal.

"I love you too," I smiled up at him kissing him.

"I suppose you are heading straight to the couch,"

he mused.

"That is exactly where I am heading," I a.s.sured him. What I really wanted to do was call Drew. I told him that I would call as soon as I found out. I wondered if he even remembered. Maybe I wouldn't call him. Yes. I would. The b.a.s.t.a.r.d asked if he could call and hadn't called one time in almost a week.

I sat on the sofa and started to call my mom.

"Who are you calling?" Dawson asked.

"My mom. I told her I would call after we found out."

Dawson knelt in front of me and kissed me again.

"I'm going to my house for a bit and then to work. I'll see you tonight," he said.

"Okay, I'm going to lie on this couch and fall asleep to some tacky soap opera."

He smiled and kissed me. "I'll call you later. I love you."

"I love you too."

I had just gotten on the phone with my mom when I had a beep from Drew. Of course I had to take it right that second.

"I'll call you back in a few minutes, mom. Drew is beeping."

"Why? I thought you and Dawson were an item now. Have you filed for divorce?"

Okay. My mom and I hadn't talked for years. I didn't think she had the right to go there.

"We are. I will call you back," I said. I wanted to get to Drew before he hung up.

"h.e.l.lo," I answered Drew.

"I'm having a boy aren't I?"

"You're an a.s.s. I thought you were going to call me."

"You told me I had to call during the day while Columbo was at work."

"Who?"

"Never mind. You're too young to know who that is."

"I'm four years younger than you," I reminded him, "and you didn't call at all."

"That's because I don't work that way. I have to have everything under my terms."

"That's why you're an a.s.s."

Drew laughed. G.o.d I missed him.

"Are you going to tell me what I am having or not."

"It's a boy."

"YES!" he exclaimed. "I knew it."

I smiled. He was just as excited as Dawson was. I couldn't help but wonder which one was going to be disappointed.

"Would you like a picture of him?"

"You mean an ultra sound picture?"

"Yes. It's 3D and neat as h.e.l.l. You can actually see his little tongue sticking out."

"h.e.l.l yeah, I want to see. Do it now," he demanded.

I laughed and went into the small office, scanned the picture, and sent it to his email.

"I just sent it," I said.

"Got it. Holy s.h.i.t, Morgan. That's a real baby in there," he stated the obvious.