Secret Baby by Fawkes Tasha

Author:Fawkes, Tasha [Fawkes, Tasha]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Safira Press LLC
Published: 2018-08-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chelsey

I woke up the next morning feeling much like I did every other morning I woke up, my first instinct to turn to Emma, to see if she was still sleeping. Then the memories of last night crashed through my brain, prompting a tight knot of anxiety in my stomach. Last night. I couldn't believe what I'd done, what I had allowed Blaine to do to me. In the light of day uncertainty assailed me. How could I look at him in the face after what we had done last night? I was his nanny! My responsibility was to care for Emma, not sleep with the baby's father.

I resisted the urge to literally pinch myself, thinking that perhaps it had been nothing but a very vivid dream. But no, it wasn't a stupid dream. It was real. It had happened, and I had no idea what to do. I wasn't angry with Blaine. He hadn't taken advantage of me. He hadn't seduced me. In fact, if I were to be completely honest with myself, I would say he had done what I had wanted all along. From the moment I saw Blaine in the diner with Julie, I'd been attracted to him. I had no inkling of ever acting on it, but now that we had, what now?

Emma slept soundly, so I quickly rose and dressed. I left the room, leaving the door halfway open. In the kitchen, I quietly prepared a bottle, carefully measuring and mixing the formula, then placing it in the fridge, ready for when she woke. I tried not to glance down the hallway toward Blaine's bedroom door. Didn't want to wake him up. Didn't want to face him just yet. I turned back to the refrigerator, pulled out the egg carton, butter, and a half a loaf of bread. I eyed the package of sausages, and then the bacon. I shrugged and pulled both out. What the hell did it matter?

When I get nervous, I tend to eat. Not all the time, just when I'm super-stressed. Maybe I'd make scramble eggs, maybe an omelet. I'd decide in a minute. Should I make something for Blaine? I didn't… suddenly, I want to avoid any actions that seemed especially domestic, as if I was settling in. Not the impression I wanted to give. Last night had been a one-time only thing. A one-night stand so to speak. I didn't want him to think I was getting any ideas. How horrible would it be if he thought that I was nothing but a gold digger? That I was just interested in him because of his money—

I heard a noise and turned to find Blaine standing in the middle of the living room, fully dressed, looking at me. I felt a flush of heat travel from the top of my breasts up my neck, and into my cheeks. I quickly turned my head away, toward the counter, staring dumbly at the eggs. I heard steps approaching from behind but then he moved to the opposite end of the counter and began to prepare a pot of coffee.

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