Heaven Sent (16 page)

the possibility.

“I can give you a test to take right

now if you’d like. I brought one

because

Holden told me about the

symptoms you’ve been having.”

“Um…. Ok.” I’m scared out of my

mind right now. What am I going to do if

it’s positive?

“Here you go. Do you know how

to do it?”

“No, but I’ll figure it out.” I begin

the life altering process of pissing on a

stick only to stare at if for maybe twenty

seconds before the positive line shows

through. My breathing stops and I keep

staring in hopes that it will fade away.

Disappear, damn line. This can’t be

happening.

“You ok in there?” She is talking

through the door at me.

“No.” I don’t even pull my eyes

from the line. Tears are falling down my

face and I don’t move my eyes from the

line. I’m pregnant with Taron’s baby.

Taron, the guy who will probably never

settle down with one girl. The guy who

literally has a panty collection from the

girls that he has been with. How can I

tell him about this? How can I keep this

from him? My thoughts are all over the

place as I begin to panic. What the hell

am I going to do?

“Ivy, everything will be ok. I

promise. Just stay calm and we’ll go

over your options.”

Options? That snaps my eyes from

the line as I whip my head toward the

door. “What do you mean options?”

“Come out here and I’ll discuss

them with you.”

I hurry to open the door and just

glare at her.

“Don’t say another word. There

are no options. This is a baby and I’ll

love it with everything in me. I may

need to regroup and come up with a

plan, but I will. Don’t say a word about

terminating or adoption. Those are not

considered options to me.”

“I understand. I just want you to

remember those op…. um… are out

there.” She stops herself from saying

option because my glare is enough to

pierce right through her.

“Please just talk to me about

something to help with the nausea. I’ll

work

through the rest with the

counselor.” I won’t be taking any

unnecessary

medicine

while

I’m

pregnant. I’m so scared, but I’ll get

through this. My initial freak out is

warranted and I know time will help me

cope with the idea of becoming a

mother.

She hands me a prescription to

help with the nausea as she stands to

leave. “Ivy, I’ll check on you in a

couple of weeks. You need to eat and

drink plenty everyday. Your body has

been through a lot lately. If you don’t

focus on yourself, the baby could be in

danger. The amount of stress you are

under alone is a worry for me.”

“I

will.

Thank

you

for

everything.” I know she irritated me, but

she’s just trying to cover everything with

me. It’s her job. I start to think of the

nights that I drank with Taron and I start

to worry even more.

I collapse on the bed and stare at

the stick still in my hand. I’m going to

be a mother. A tiny human will depend

on me for everything. How the hell can I

be ready for a baby in eight or so

months?

Aiden interrupts my thoughts when

he opens the door. His eyes hit my

pregnancy test and shock hits his face.

He recovers quickly though and moves

to the edge of the bed to look at me.

“You ok?”

“I will be.”

“I’m here for you.”

“I know.”

“Are you going to tell him?”

“No.”

“You have to.”

“No, I don’t.”

“He’s going to be a father, Ivy.

You can’t keep a father from his child.”

“Aiden I can’t tell him right now.

He’ll for sure walk away from the tour.”

“You have to give him a chance to

make that decision.”

I look up at this guy who has been

here for me in many ways and stare into

his eyes with a look of how serious I

am. “I will never tell Taron. I will do

this on my own. End of discussion. I’m

serious Aiden, end of discussion or I

swear I’ll leave and no one will ever

see me again. I can do this. I’ll figure it

out on my own. I refuse to drag him

down with me and a baby so that when

she’s three I will catch him with his dick

in someone and he’ll leave without ever

speaking to his child again.”

He looks at me with sympathy, and

not like I’m a crazy lunatic. He accepts

me for everything I am. Who would

have a thought a cowboy would become

a great friend to me?

“I will be there for you. I just hate

the idea of you not letting a father know

a b o u t a baby, but I respect your

decision.”

“Thanks for everything. I don’t

know how I’ll ever be able to repay

you.”

“Don’t even think about repaying

me. You getting better and taking care of

that baby will be my payment.”

“Can you get this prescription

filled? It will help with my nausea.”

“Be back shortly.” I watch him

leave and fall back onto the pillow. My

eyes drift asleep as a I look over at the

stick that just changed everything.

Taron

Emily calls me on my way back to

the bus. We are supposed to pull out of

town this afternoon so I have time to

meet up with her. She will travel to the

same location with Beckoning Reality

tonight. Maybe I’ll have her ride with

me. I need distracted and right now

some pussy is the best distraction I can

think of. I detour the cab driver to her

hotel and begin my way to her room.

Guilty feelings start to over-take me, but

I push them back. I’m ignoring that shit.

I can’t be faithful anyway. Not to

mention the fact that I’m fucking single

and it’s not cheating when you’re not

taken.

She opens the door stark ass

naked. This is why I’m here. She is a

no strings attached great fucking time. I

take in the sight of her and begin to

compare her to Ivy. Ivy’s tits are so

much better. Emily is skinny and flat

everywhere. Ivy is curvy in all the right

places. What the hell! Now I can’t even

appreciate a naked woman begging for

me to take her.

I step forward and smash my lips

into hers. My kiss is a desperate attempt

to get Ivy out of my head.

Her hands begin to pull at my shirt

and quickly move to my jeans. I should

be good in about two seconds. I should

be ready to forget about Ivy and go for

it.

She pulls down my jeans and

begins to rub me up and down. I moan

and try to pull it together. This is an

easy lay. I’ve got this. I pull her in

tighter and continue to kiss her with

complete roughness. There is no

tenderness in this kiss. Only rough

desperation.

She falls to her knees and my

breathing stops.

She looks straight at my dick and

starts to lean in for contact. I try to let

her do it. I try to let her wet warm mouth

wrap around me and help me release

some of the tension, but I can’t fucking

do it. There’s no way she will compare

to Ivy, and I can’t stomach the thought of

her touching my dick any more. I pull it

from her hand and block her lips from

touching it.

“Get up.” She looks at me with

confusion and doesn’t move. Her hands

drift up my thighs as she makes her way

back toward it.

“Get the fuck up. I’m done.”

“What is wrong with you? I

thought this is what you are here for.”

“It is what I came for, but I just

changed my mind.” I step away from

her. She is still on her knees. Naked.

Ready for anything, but it’s doing nothing

for me. Absolutely nothing.

I pull my jeans up and grab my

shirt before I fly out the door. I’m more

pissed now than I was on my way here.

I need to think. I need a drink.

I find a bar just down the road and

I’m on my third shot when Luke calls.

“Where the fuck are you?”

“Here.”

“Where is here?”

“In a bar.”

“I’m in. What’s the name?”

“Nita’s bar”

“On my way.”

I hope he is not coming to fuck

with me. I’m in no mood for his shit. I

finish

another shot and three beers

before he walks in. He brought Lilly

with him. I notice him watching her ass

as he walks behind her.

“Don’t even think about it. I’ll kill

you first.” Luke likes to play the field.

I’ll be damned if he gets near her. Shit,

now I have to watch his ass.

“What?”

“You want me to tell you?

Because I will tell you loud and clear.”

“Nah, it’s all good. You know

how it is with the ladies.”

“I bite my tongue when Lilly looks

at Luke like he’s a jack-ass. Lilly

probably doesn’t need protected, but I

make note to have a one on one chat with

Luke about his role with Lilly.

We tip a few more shots back and

Lilly starts smiling oddly at me.

“I’m sorry she left, Taron.”

“Yea, me too. Nothing I can do

about it.”

“You could fight for her.”

“Isn’t gonna happen.”

“Sure it isn’t. I think once Dylan

is caught she will be back around.”

“She won’t be back.”

“You’re here – she’ll be back.”

She won’t give up. Does she not

know about Aiden? “She’s in love with

someone else.”

“Riiiight, and you don’t care about

her either.”

“I’m not talking about this.”

“Sorry, just stating the obvious.

She loves you.”

I decide not to argue with her. I

hope deep down she’s right, but I’m not

going to hold my breath.

~Fourteen~

Ivy

It's been a couple of weeks since

we arrived at the cabin. My nausea us

more under control with the medicine

and I'm beginning to feel healthier. I've

seen a counselor twice to talk about the

attack. She seems like she'll be able to

help me get my emotions in check. I'm

very comfortable talking to her. She has

even tapped into some of my childhood

issues in the short time that we've

worked together. I think she will be a

crucial part of my recovery.

Aiden has been great. The poor

guy refuses to sleep in the bed with me.

He’s scheduled to go back home for a

few days when I’m supposed to meet

Eaven for dress fittings.

Holden has been on constant

security detail, and some of his friends

have taken turns helping. He has been

working with the security on tour

thinking Dylan will show up there, but he

hasn’t made an appearance that they can

tell and the police haven’t found him

either. Holden is so damn serious and I

try to lighten him up here and there, but

he doesn’t budge.

I’m getting used to the idea of

being a mom. I’ve decided to look for

photography opportunities and try to

build a larger client list. Eaven and I do

pretty well with the people we have

now, but with work it should be no

problem to let it grow into a business.

I look over at Aiden on the floor

as I tip toe past him. I hate that he insists

on sleeping on the floor. I quietly finish

in the bathroom and slip out of our room

only to come face to face with Holden.

His eyes are easily drawn to Aiden on

the floor since he is so much taller than I

am. I pull the door closed quickly.

“Mornin,” I say as I walk around

his large stature.

“Let’s talk over breakfast, Ivy. I

need to ask you some questions about

our trip to New York.” I dread this

conversation. I can feel that he’s on to

the fact that Aiden and I aren’t actually

together. How do I convince him?

“So you make your man sleep on

the floor often?”