B E L L A M Y
“I’m...sorry,” Noah forced out, keeping his gaze on me. The look in his eyes made me uneasy, and I wrapped my arms around myself as Sebastian’s buddies stopped approaching me.
“That’s more like it,” Sebastian said, letting Noah go and pretending to wipe the dust from his shoulders. “We’ll talk next week, enjoy the weekend.”
The way he smiled at me made me physically sick—I mean, more than I already was—and I held my breath as he slowly walked past me, looking me up and down before he disappeared.
“Noah?” I whispered, unsure about what he was thinking at that moment. He didn’t speak, though.
Keeping his lips firmly pressed together, he turned and walked back in the direction of his car. I guess he wanted to get home soon. Maybe because he didn’t want to be near me much longer? But what changed? Did he know?
The ride home was uncomfortable, to say the least.
I considered starting conversation back up again numerous times, but I couldn’t think of anything worth saying.
So, when we arrived at the house, I just rushed out of the car. Tears were threatening to spill from my eyes, and somehow I felt utterly rejected.
I had hoped that Isaac would be home, but alas, he left a note that he was staying at Kelly’s.
The sound of the front door closing was muffled as I sped into my bedroom, taking deep breaths and attempting to freaking control myself.
Just as I was about to let myself fall back onto my bed—possibly falling asleep right there and then—my door opened.
I turned to face him, my brows furrowed. Maybe it was best to just get straight to the point and ask. “Did I do something wrong?”
But Noah didn’t answer. He had a question of his own.
“Are...are you pregnant?” he asked, watching me with wide eyes.
I nodded softly, wrapping my arms around myself as I waited for his reaction. “Are you mad?”
He ran his hands over his face, turning away from me before quickly facing me again. “Mad?” He kneeled in front of me, placing his hands on my waist and resting his forehead on my stomach. “I’m having a baby with the girl of my dreams.”
It felt like there was a huge weight lifted off me, and I almost fainted in relief.
“You...” I trailed off, not quite believe his reaction as I looked down at him. “You’re happy?”
He stood up, taking my face in his hands. “Bellamy, the timing isn’t the best and we have a lot to sort out, but yes. I am happy.”
I blushed, attempting to look at my feet, but Noah kept my head up. He softly kissed me and I sighed, wrapping my arms around him.
Something wet fell on my face, and for a second I thought I was having another nosebleed, but no. Noah was crying.
“Don’t be sad,” I whispered, pulling back and wiping a stray tear from his cheek.
He turned and sat on my bed, cradling his face in his hands. “Oh my god. I don’t know if I can be a dad,” he said, jumpstarting the doubt and fear inside me once again.
“Look at the examples I had,” he exclaimed, releasing his face and looking up at me. “My dad left when I was a baby and my stepfather—”
He cut himself off, but I heard him. I had absolutely no doubt that he was going to be an incredible dad, especially considering the way he had treated me over the last few weeks, but I didn’t quite know how to make him believe it too.
“Noah,” I breathed out, pushing him back a bit so I could sit in his lap. “The only thing they showed you is how not to be a father. You’re going to be the best dad in the world. Maybe even better than mine.”
I simply had to lighten the mood a little, even though the joke was not the best, and it worked.
Deciding to take it a little further, I brought my lips to his neck, whispering against his skin, “you’re caring,” I moved lower, “handsome,” lower, “loyal,” I attempted to dip underneath his shirt, but he stopped me.
“Bellamy,” he cooed, his voice dripping with desire, and I had him right where I wanted him.
He grabbed me by the back of my legs and stood up, walking to the wall and pushing me against it. But before I could continue kissing him, he looked up. “Oh, shit. I have to be gentle now, don’t I?”
I chuckled, finding it adorable that he asked.
“As long as you don’t kick me in the stomach, I think we’ll be fine,” I retorted, pulling his face closer and crashing my lips on his.
He seemed to relax, and it only took a few minutes until he took full control. I knew he needed to in sex, and I knew I wanted him to.
The bed creaked under us as he threw me on the sheets, making quick work of my dress and underwear, having me naked in seconds.
I didn’t feel the need to cover up anymore, not even when he paused and let his eyes trail down my body, taking everything in.
The way he looked at me made me feel comfortable, beautiful and powerful, and it made me love him more.
I had known it for a while, but I was utterly in love with him.
Everything from the past didn’t matter anymore, and I had come to trust Noah unconditionally.
“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled as he brought his mouth to my chest, kissing and sucking the skin as he worked his way down.
I propped up on my elbows, watching him with a frown.
He took a deep breath, pushing my legs apart, but I stopped him.
“Noah,” I said softly, grabbing his chin. “You don’t have to. Ever.”
He took another breath, a small smirk appearing on his lips. “I want to.”
My breathing sped up in anticipation, and I squirmed on the bed as his hands brushed over my core.
“I’ve actually never done this before,” he admitted, and I let myself fall back on the bed.
“Nobody’s ever done it for me so—ah!”
He cut off my sentence by burying his face between my legs, his mouth closing over my clit and sucking softly.
I moaned loudly, grabbing the sheets beneath me in my fists, stars appearing before my eyes as he continued to pleasure me with his warm mouth, his tongue occasionally dipping between my folds.
“Oh my god,” I gasped, not knowing what to do to cope with this feeling, my toes curling as my legs fell open wider on the bed.
His hands explored my hips, caressing, teasing. I was sure I couldn’t hold off much longer, and I screamed out his name when he added to fingers to the mix, curling them against the right spot inside me and pushing me over the edge.
When I opened my eyes, still descending from the high I was just at, I noticed that Noah was staring at me, the green about two shades darker and his lips glistening with my arousal.
“I think this is my new favorite thing,” he croaked out, his voice hoarse.
I covered my face with my hands, a little embarrassed about the fact that I just screamed out his name. Thank God Isaac isn’t home.
“I need a minute,” I breathed out, my chest rising and falling quickly as I caught my breath.
Noah had other plans, undressing himself before crawling on top of my, his fingers moving to my nipples.
“Hmm,” I moaned, letting my arms fall next to me on the bed. I opened my eyes, being met with a very turned on Noah, which became exceptionally clear when I felt the weight of his dick against my thigh.
“Sucks to be you,” he said with a grin, lining himself up with my entrance and slowly pushing in.
I guess not having to use a condom anymore was one of the perks of being pregnant. A gasp escaped my lips when he filled me to the hilt, his mouth lowering to my lips.
We kissed roughly as Noah started to pound into me with equal force, and I clawed at his back, wrapping my legs around my waist.
Beads of sweat rolled down my forehead as I felt my orgasm coming, but this time I was able to hold off until I knew Noah was about to come too.
My moan mixed with his low growl sounded through the room as we orgasmed, and I held Noah against my chest as he collapsed on top of me.
The next morning, Noah was still laying next to me in bed. I cursed work for making me leave him today, and placed a soft kiss on his cheek before I stood up.
I hissed when I felt how sore I was, though it was a good feeling, and I tiptoed to the bathroom with the biggest smirk on my face.
Nothing could put a damper on my mood as I skipped down the stairs, ready to eat some breakfast before I had to leave.
“Morning,” Isaac said as he sat hunched over the table, and I jumped at the sound.
“I didn’t know you were home?” I stated, carefully approaching him.
“Clearly.” The color drained from my face when I realized what that meant, and I quickly walked to the kitchen.
“I though you were at Kelly’s?” I continued, trying to lift the awkward tension in the room as I poured myself a bowl of cereal.
“One of her friends had an emergency so I came home around midnight.”
I closed my eyes for a few seconds, my insides twisting as I thought about what he must’ve heard last night when Noah and I—
“Bellamy,” Isaac said, walking up to me and leaning against the counter next to me.
“I love Noah, and I trust him with my life, but I need you to know what he did before you continue this...relationship,” Isaac spoke, crossing his arms.
“I do know actually,” I said, one brow raised. “And if you knew why he did it, you wouldn’t be so judgemental.”
“Bellamy,” Isaac warned, but he made me mad. He was supposed to be Noah’s friend. Support him in any way.
“No, you’re wrong.”
“Bellamy! He assaulted his stepfather.” His stern voice made me jump, and I blurted the next words out before I could stop myself.
“Yeah, because he molested him for years.”
The room went silent and I slapped a hand over my mouth. I shouldn’t have said that.
There was probably a reason Noah hadn’t told Isaac, and it certainly wasn’t my story to tell. Oh god, he’s going to kill me.
“What?” Isaac said softly, his lips barely moving. He seemed shocked, his eyes big as he looked at me.
“I...nothing. I shouldn’t have said that.” I turned around, ignoring my half empty bowl of cereal and quickly making my way out of the house before Isaac could say anything else.
Noah was definitely going to kill me.