Forever in my Heart: Book 3 in My Heart Series (6 page)

“I’ve learnt that life is like a puzzle, and your love is the biggest piece of my puzzle that fits perfectly. Nothing else matters to me,” he exclaims, filling my heart with warmth and love.

I can’t help but shed a tear from these meaningful and heartfelt words.

“God Kade, what did I do to deserve you baby? I am so thankful that you took me back. I am the happiest girl in the world, and I know my life is richer having you in it,” I reply and kiss him long and hard, pouring my love, adoration, and devotion of epic proportions into this one amazing kiss.

“Whoa Rox, I felt the emotion in that baby,” he admits letting out a deep breath.

“Let’s go and snuggle in bed, angel,” he exclaims with eagerness.

“There is nothing else on the entire planet I would rather do than snuggle in your arms,”

I admit to him feeling euphoric.

Murphy’s Law Sucks

Kade

L
ife is fucking perfect. Waking up next to Roxy every day is a dream come true, and the special moments with Crystal have put life into perspective showing me what is most important to me.

Even just talking to Roxy is mesmerising and always interesting, she keeps me on my toes and puts me in my place.

According to my dad, I am stubborn and pig headed and I need to admit that I am wrong sometimes.

I feel that I can do that with Roxy. With her I feel myself letting go and feeling at home, just relaxed and complete; she is the other half to me and she is just as stubborn and pig headed as I am, but that is why I love her.

I love everything about her.

Everything has been so perfect so when something unexpected happens there are no words for how shocked I feel.

It hits like a hurricane, a whirlwind of disaster.

Just like the wicked witch of the west, the witch herself shows up on my beach...

I
t’s a Wednesday afternoon when I’m finishing up at work and I start to pack up the van with equipment.

KT’s Surf School is going great guns. I think the word has spread that I am
the
Kade Thomas. The one who won the world cup of surfing is helping build up my clientele.

Business is booming and I am over the moon, I get to teach youngsters and even adults how to surf; something that I have always loved and now I get to share it with others and it’s amazing.

That moment when they get their first wave without falling, it is like my first wave all over again, back in the early days.

I have been lucky enough to hire the owner back every second weekend; I can’t miss quality time with my gorgeous Roxy. Having her back in my arms is heaven, her smell, her taste, and her personality, she is one in a million and I’ll be fucked if I’ll ever let her go again.

Not that I should ever have too.

Loading the surfboards and all of the gear into the van, I get the feeling someone is walking behind me so I turn to see if maybe Roxy is surprising me.

I can’t help but do a double-take at the blonde walking along the beach.

It sure isn’t Roxy.

Her tanned skin is intense and deep I can tell she must work outdoors or be a frequent sun baker. Her tiny jean shorts are more like underwear they are that high, teamed with her hot pink singlet, there really is a lot of skin showing. Her blonde hair is white blonde and looks dry and frizzy like straw, not soft and smooth like Roxy’s.

She somehow looks familiar.

Maybe from the Hawaiian tour?
Must be a groupie.

I am really not that concerned or interested so I turn back and continue packing up eager to see my own blonde angel.

“Hi Kade,” I hear a female voice say from behind. I spin to the voice and it’s the same blonde.
Shit she knows my name. Not good Kade.

She smiles at me as I squint from the sun's glare, really unsure of who this sun-kissed broad is and how she knows me.

“Hi, do I know you?” I question her a little confused. Her eyes dart sideways and I see rejection in her face from the way she frowns.
Shit, I obviously know her.

She shakes her head and rolls her eyes.

Oh, fuck me.

I now realise who the fuck she is.

Shit!

What do I fucking do?

Stacey isn’t the right name, is it? Fuck, I don’t even remember the skanks name, that’s how little she meant to me.

Will Roxy ever be able to forgive me?

“Oh God, I am sorry, of course I remember you,” I say to her as now I feel bad for not recognising or recollecting our night together; if you can even call it that.

Damn Kade, you never were the one night stand type
, I think to myself.

I still can’t believe it happened, but a guy will do anything to take away the pain of a broken heart.

“How are you? Ah, Stacey right?” I ask her and cringe at just how much of an arsehole I must seem like right now.

“Yep it’s Stacey, and I don’t believe for a second that you could forget the night that we had together so easily Kade, you were quite the animal,” she states sounding confident and slightly bitchy.

“And twice in an hour, that’s pretty damn impressive,” she adds to her already rude comment.

I am blown away by her audacity and comment. “Look, Stacey that night should not have happened. I was blind drunk and obviously wasn’t thinking straight,” I state to her trying to shut her up a little.

“You weren’t that drunk Kade, trust me you got it up just fine, big boy,” she adds and it well and truly pisses me off.

“Look I don’t know why the hell you are here but I have to pack the van and then I have dinner plans with my girlfriend,” I respond trying to make her leave. There is no chance for us if that is what she is thinking.

I need to get the hell away from this chick before I say or do something I will regret.

“Oh, plans with the girlfriend huh, how sweet,” she comments in a sarcastic tone while smirking.

“Yes, so I guess I will see you around then Stacey,” I comment trying to make her take a fucking hint. Do I need to say get the fuck away from me bitch?

“Oh, I’m glad you are seeing Roxy actually as you can tell her the good news then,” she says now grinning widely as if up to something sly.

“What the hell are you talking about? I’ve had enough of your games, Stacey. Seriously. And how do you know my girlfriend's name?” I say now totally confused and pissed off about what she said.

“Well,” she states as she rubs her hand gently in circles around her stomach.

“You can tell her that we are having a baby, Kade.” She drops the fucking bombshell smiling like the Cheshire cat while I shake my head not believing her lies.

“Stop talking bullshit and let me finish up here,” I remark rudely, utterly blown away by this statement and hopefully a lie.

“I guarantee you it’s not bullshit. I am ten weeks pregnant and the baby is yours, Kade,” she states to me now looking quite serious.

“I was on a break with my boyfriend Ryan so you were the only guy I had sex with the week the baby was conceived. But the only mystery to me is if it was it the first time or second time you blew your load inside of me,” she remarks smirking, making me cringe.

The goddamn devil woman adds that last comment, pouring petrol onto the inferno.

I shake my head trying to comprehend what in the hell she just said.
She is pregnant with my baby?

Did I not use a condom? I honestly can’t bloody remember. God, I was so irresponsible.

I feel sick to my stomach.

“I still don’t believe what you’re saying is true,” I state to her feeling a mixture of emotions.

“You will be doing a paternity test Stacey, I need to have the proof before I believe anything you say,” I exclaim to her demanding that she will be getting the test done.

“I know you must be thinking that I am doing this because I want you in my life Kade, but I am back with Ryan and you are with Roxy so it’s not like I want you to marry me. I am just giving you the heads up,” the blonde vixen declares with her hands on her hips.

“Whether you are ready to be a dad or not, Kade, you have a baby on the way, so wrap your head around it. I’ll be in touch about the ultrasounds and other details,” she states with an attitude.

“Bye for now, I guess fate wants us to be a part of each other’s lives Kade whether you like it or not,” she adds and turns to leave.

The peroxide witch of the west walks back along the beach the same way she came. Good fucking riddance.

I heavily slide down into the sand trying to wrap my head around this shit.

I take a few deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart and I feel like I might spew.

Bombshell and a half!

Tell me this isn’t really happening?

This is the one thing I have always dreaded.

Being trapped and attached to someone over a child, it’s one of the worst things that could happen, and it is happening to me.

Damn it all to fucking Hell!

A
fter I pull myself together I arrive at Roxy’s apartment, still feeling mentally drained but I can’t not see her, I am greeted by her open arms and a welcome kiss.

If only she knew, what I have done, she would not be so welcoming.

“Hi baby, so glad you are here,” she tells me sweetly, smelling of her delicious shower gel. I wrap my arms tightly around her and pull her closer.

“Looks like you missed me too baby, that is some hug,” she adds sounding happy.

“Yep, I missed you, you smell amazing,” I reply to her nuzzling into her neck.

“Save that for later mister, I have made you my specialty fettuccine boscaiola, so come and relax with me and eat. You look tired today,” she states as she fusses over dishing up my dinner and opening me a beer.

“I’ll just grab a quick shower if that’s okay? I’m all sweaty and covered in sand, Rox,” I respond honestly, but I really need a shower to clear my mind and think about what and if I’m going to tell her about today.

The warm sprays of the shower are poetic and soothing on my face like they are washing away the drama of Stacey’s bombshell while purifying my soul.

The steam surrounding me envelops my body; releasing part of the stress today has created. I scrub the soap into my skin as if washing away the past and the dirty secret that I know I have to share.

It’s not like Roxy and I were together when it happened.

But it is still a problem.

Will Roxy be able to forgive me?

I finish with a cold blast, refreshing my dullness. I have decided she needs to know but not tonight.

After I am dry and take quite a few deep breaths, I dress in some clean clothes and head out to try some of the delicious smelling fettuccine.

“This smells divine Rox. I bet it tastes just as good,” I remark to her as my mouth waters.

I take my first mouthful it is delicious. My taste buds are having a party as I savour every single bite.

“Jesus woman, this is sensational, I could eat this every night,” I exclaim to her as I shovel more into my gob. This is my new favourite dish.

“I do agree it is pretty sensational, if we had this every night we might just end up the size of this apartment though, with the carb overload,” she agrees and makes a light-hearted joke.

I do my best to avoid the inevitable conversation with Roxy about Stacey and her so-called news. There is something fake and untrustworthy about her that makes me second guess if I really am the father. I mean it was a one night stand and nothing more to me. I have always been safe and used protection so I don’t know how I would have slipped up.

But being blind drunk and not remembering if I did or didn’t use protection, is not helping my situation.

“I need an early night tonight baby,” I remark to her as we lay on the lounge.

“Aw my poor man is tired. Must be all the salt water,” she replies and squeezes me in a tight embrace, which usually would have led to bedroom action.

Honestly sex is the furthest thing from my mind right now, considering it got me into this mess in the goddamn first place.

“How about you meet me for fish and chips on the beach after work tomorrow?” I suggest to her. The conversation needs to be had and I hate the thought of Roxy finding out from Stacey herself because I am sure she would stoop that low.