Unexpected

Chapter 7

"See, I knew you would hate it" He grunted, feeling embarrassed.

"I don't." I promised "I was just imagining my stuck up dad calling little Axl to dinner!"

He joined me into laughter, as he kept his hands on my back.

"So I take it you haven't thought about any baby girl names, then" I put in.

"Well, although it's a long shot... I have." He shrugged "You know, just in case. Julie."

We were quiet for a little bit, him looking into my ceiling, and me into his rough features turning soft.

"Julie..." I smiled "I like it... It's beautiful. Too bad we're stuck with Axl Colt!"

We laughed, turning on the bed. He gave me a long soft kiss, caressing my back and relaxing all my muscles.

"So... Your dad wants to meet your boyfriend" He crocked a brow.

"Yeah... He assumed I had one since I'm pregnant. And... I didn't deny it" I winced.

"So, are we saying we are a couple, then?" He crocked his brow deeper.

"God, I hate this..." I moaned, rubbing my eyes "Look, I don't like this pressure, having a baby is enough pressure as it is at the moment."

"No pressure. I want to be with you." He shrugged, caressing my hair behind my ear, "You clearly want me to be your boyfriend, so...!"

I pinched his belly, which made him squeal in a very un-manly sound.

"Let's just get on with it, ok?" He shrugged, caressing my lower back "We have plenty of time to sort the details out. I mean, nine months is a long time, isn't it?"

"Well, you would think, wouldn't you?" I sighed, enjoying his soft caresses on my lower back "Look, I just want to put it out there: my dad is really pushy, he will want to know what you do for a living, what your plans are to support this child, everything down to what college we're gonna send the baby to."

"Right, I see the type." He chuckled, kissing the tip of my nose, "It's an older version of you."

"You're making jokes now, we'll see what you think about it tomorrow" I snorted.

***

We stood by the front door of my dad's massive house, and I couldn't help shaking from head to toe. It was a hot as hell summer day, and it felt like I was covered in a layer of ice. Jordan's hand rested on the base of my spine, and I had to be grateful because that was the only part of my body that actually felt warm.

"You need to relax." He warned as a maid opened the door for us and let us in "Fancy!"

"Sweetheart!"

Benjamin Conrad's smile was the size of the world as he came down the massive staircase. He looked at us and his big smile and arms spread wide dropped to a tense moment of awkward silence as he eyed Jordan up and down.

"Who the hell is this?" He tossed, pointing at Jordan like he was a vase.

"Dad" I started, cleaning my throat and shaking "this is Jordan. M-m-my boyfriend."

My dad's face turned bright red like he was about to have a coronary heart attack.

"Is this a joke?" He tried to chuckle "It is, isn't it?"

"Dad..." I warned, feeling Jordan get tense.

"You're the one." Benjamin snapped, his top lip sneered "You. He looks like that Charles Manson guy from TV!"