It had been 8 days since I last saw Damon. That night, all I did was cry, clutching on to the pregnancy test as if it was the one thing keeping me alive. To be honest, it felt like it was.
I was so confused, I didn't know where it left us. Were we over, was that him ending things with me? Or was this just a 'break'. Trust me, I had caused several headaches over-thinking everything and questioning every little detail. That was until the next day I found out, he had indeed left.
The realisation hit me, and it hit me hard. I struggled to breathe, it felt as though someone was crushing all of my organs. So many emotions raced through my head, from rage to insignificance. That's it, I experienced that horrible feeling of being un-wanted. Abandoned.
My family had returned home that day to see me so broken. I blamed it on a sad movie marathon, as they were never rare.
8 days ago I found out I was pregnant, yet the only people in the world that knew were me and Lacey. I couldn't face anyone close to me and tell them about Damon and the baby, the reason being that I still stuck up for him. I didn't want anyone hating him.
How could I force that upon people when I couldn't even bring myself to hate him? I love him, always have and always will. Even after leaving, he assigned Carter to watch me closely, protecting me. But it felt so wrong, as much as I had experienced Carter being my personal body guard in the past, I was calmed knowing that Damon was also there. This time, it was just Carter, probably reporting back my tears to Damon.
Or maybe he didn't care.
Lacey had so kindly spent a lot of time with me, as had Liam after he strongly apologised. Yet I still hadn't told him. As much as it hurt hiding things from my closest family and friends, I couldn't even bare the truth myself.
"You okay chuck?" My father asked, noticing my distant mind as he entered the room. I turned to him and smiled sweetly as I nodded.
"Me and your mother are going out tonight, you've got the house to yourself." I smiled once more, but inside my walls were shaking. Being alone meant that I'd be plagued with thoughts of Damon, reminding me of how alone I'll be.
"Enjoy yourselves." I kissed his cheek before walking up to take a well-deserved shower. Hearing the door lock downstairs, I sighed and stripped from my mint green panties and bra.
Upon immediate entry of the shower, I felt my muscles visibly relax. Soaping myself up, I rubbed my fingers against my skin softly, reminiscing on the times where my delicate fingers were replaced my Damons rough ones. Once more I got that hollow feeling in my chest.
Rinsing myself off for the last time, I exited the shower and grabbed the closest towel. Wrapping my hair in a smaller towel, I brushed my teeth and cleaned my ears. I lived for the feeling after a shower, when you are freshly clean and moisturised. It made me feel good and settled my insecurities.
Entering my room, a cold shiver rushed over me. Someone was watching me, I felt it again. Quickly putting on fresh underwear, I shut my curtains after a swift scan of the outside world. Everything appeared normal, but it was dark outside. Fear arose within me.
All of a sudden a shrill noise erupted through the room, causing me to metaphorically shit myself. Placing a hand to my heart and breathing steadily in order to calm my nerves, I picked up my phone and answered it.
"Hello?" No one replied. "Hello?" I repeated, turning the volume on my phone up. Heavy breathing. Whoever was on the other end was simply breathing down the phone to me. I jumped once more at the sudden sound that erupted from the other end of the line. A sound that sounded like a gun-shot. Quickly ending the call, I stood still.
What the fuck was that? What did I just hear? Who was that?
My phone rang once more. I was just about to swiftly turn it off when I noticed the caller ID read Lacey.
"Lacey, I'm so glad you called me, the weirdest thing just-" I was cut off suddenly. "Saige, Damons on his way to your house now!"
My heart stopped, I quite literally froze on the spot. "What, why? How do you know?" I asked, my words just a whisper.
"He knows. Carter, he told him." As if on cue, I heard a very loud, and very desperate knock on the door. "Fuck." Ending the call, I ran out to my landing, peaking through the window at the drive below. Sure enough, there parked Damons car. Where were security when you needed them?
My heart raced as the knocking increased. "Saige, open the door!" I heard him shout from below. Yeh, because that's going to really make me want to let him in. "I know you can hear me, god damn it Saige! Please!"
I couldn't hide out, I couldn't lie, I couldn't run away. This was it, I had to face him. Quickly putting on my sheer dressing gown, I released my hair from its towel and pulled it behind my ears.
I walked down the stairs slowly, my heart was racing a marathon. The knocks echoed through the empty halls around me as I walked up to the door. Quickly twisting the lock and pulling off the chain, I opened it to face the love of my life who had hurt me so much.
My breath caught in my throat as I witnessed his appearance. His hair was messy, dry, and ruffled all across his head. Slight bags were visible under his eyes, he had bust lip and the majority of his chin was covered in rough hairs, it looked as if he hadn't shaved since I last saw him. He didn't stand the way he usually did, he was slightly hunching.
Yet he was still the best thing I had ever laid eyes on. Even with his rugged countenance, he was gorgeous, able to break a heart with a simple flick of his lips.
The silence was deafening, yet neither of us dared to break it. We just stared at eachother, for what felt like decades we just looked into one another's eyes. When at last, the silence was broken.
"You're pregnant." It wasn't a question and I didn't reply. My eyes welled up immediately, I felt a single tear drop down my cheek. His eyes watched the tear, before returning to my pained eyes. "You're pregnant."
I finally weakened beneath his strong gaze. Suddenly, he stormed towards me, stopping just before his body touched mine. "Why didn't you fucking tell me." His voice was that of a threatening whisper.
I looked up into his eyes. "You didn't let me. I tried, don't act like you don't know." My eyes drove daggers into his, but the sexual tension was unquestionable, we were practically suffocating in it.
"I don't give a fuck, you should have screamed if in my face, Carter new about my fucking child before I did."
My hand hit his cheek with such a force that it knocked the very breath out of him. He appeared un-affected by the pain, but the look of shock in his eyes proved it affected him in a different way.
"Don't turn this around on me, you left, you ordered me not to 'bother' you, fuck sake Damon I was already scared to tell you, do you really think I wanted to after that. All it made me think was that you didn't want the-" His lips were on mine before I could finish my sentence. It was rough, and mind-numbingly powerful. I attempted to move away but he wasn't allowing it and I quickly submitted to him.
We both needed this. He broke apart, eyes latched on to mine. "Don't ever suggest anything like that again." He rest his forehead on mine and I inwardly relaxed.
"I'm pregnant." I repeated his words from before, my voice just a whisper. "No Saige, we're pregnant." He corrected me before catching my lips in a kiss once more.
This was different, it was much more softer and passionate. He poured his love into me as I did him. Once more tears leaked from my eyes, but this time they were for the right reason.
Breaking apart the kiss, he eyed my tears, pain evident on his features. "I'm so sorry Saige, please don't cry, I'll never hurt you again." I laughed slightly through cries.
"I'm not crying because I'm sad, I'm crying from happiness." His features visibly softened. "I love you." He whispered before lifting me into his arms bridal style and carrying me to my room upstairs.
Lowering me to stand on the plush rug in front of my bed, he scanned me up and down, a hungry look in his eyes. All that could be heard were our heated breaths as we took in each others form. Then, he reaches out his hands to the belt of my dressing gown, revealing my almost naked form- cream lace panties clung onto my hips.
He licked his lips, caressing my arms with his fingers as he slowly pressed his body closer to mine. It was all so slow and sensual. He tipped his head into the crook of my neck, kissing it gently as his hands once more caressed my skin lovingly. I tipped my head back as his hand slid up my stomach, between the break between my breasts and up the front of my neck. His kisses lowered from my neck to my shoulder as one hand remained at my neck while the other lightly pinched my ass.
I could feel myself dampen drastically at this slow torture, but right now, I wouldn't want it any other way. "Damon." I whimpered out his name as his mouth latched around my right nipple, sucking gently as his hands proceeded to glide all over me. Before long, the hand that had been on my neck lowered to my core, as the other wrapped around my waist, supporting me as my knees gently buckled.
A growl vibrated against my nipple, causing a shiver to glide through my body. Two fingers entered my heat slowly. "So wet." He groaned, lifting his lips to mine, catching me in a heated kiss. His tongue entered my mouth, in time with his fingers. I moaned lightly as I felt a third finger join the rest. He quickened his pace slightly and my hips rocked to meet his thrusts.
I pushed pulled him by his shirt, causing me to land on the bed below him. But that wasn't the plan. "Clothes. Off." I ordered between kisses. Bringing his hand to his mouth, he sucked the juices off, not removing his eyes from mine. "So. Fucking. Delectable." He growled, lifting his shirt and dropping his jeans and boxers.
My eyes lowered to the immense hard-on he sported. I bit my lip, hungry for the pleasurable pain I was soon to be promised.
Pulling him forward by the waist, I flipped him so that he lay beneath me. Kissing his abs and sucking on his chest, I turned so that I was facing his feet. "Saige." He warned as I slowly took him in my mouth, sucking his tip before lowering, taking in as much as I could. I felt his body tense beneath me before I felt his tongue on my clit.
The temperature in the room had gotten drastically high as I continued to pump him, sucking up all of his pre-cum before lowering my head again. My body quivered in delight as his talented tongue plunged into my cunt with pure need.
I yelped suddenly as he nipped on my clit before flipping us once more, so that I was below him. Picking me up with ease, he put us in the standard missionary position.
He stopped at my entrance. "I don't want to.. hurt the baby."
I erupted in laughter and cupped his face, kissing him with pure love. "It doesn't work like that sweetie." I giggled. He may be huge, but that doesn't mean anything.
Looking slightly torn, he slowly plunged into me, his inner turmoil quickly gone as he felt himself inside of me. "So tight." He whispered, increasing his pace. My moans increased in volume and quantity. This was the most passionate thing I had ever experience.
"Fuck Damon, faster." I said and he all to easily complied. I felt him deep inside me, my whole body shook in pleasure. He sucked at my breasts as his dick pounded into me with extreme precision.
Before long my body was collapsing into an early shattering orgasm, that repeatedly washed over me. He never failed to send me into a multiple orgasm. I moaned out loudly, his name echoing around the room. Soon enough my moans were joined by his curses as he emptied himself inside of me. His hot seed filling me.
We repeatedly fucked all night, in every position,
In every part of my room.
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