Novels by Natalie Smith

My Sunday morning was quite the roller coaster ride and thankfully, it ended with a climactic finale—if you know what I mean. Blake was still panting from our makeup rendezvous, while I was reeling from the intensity of it. "That was...different," I fail to describe what just happened. "I know, right? I didn't know we had it in us," he replied with a chuckle of disbelief. He stretched his arm and directed me to come closer to him. "You know what, come to think of it, I now understand how we ended up pregnant," I joked. "Ha! Very fun!" He mustered. "So, Maddy..." Blake's tone shifted. Oh, crap. I'm not ready to handle reality just yet. "Blake, please. Not yet." I stopped him before we ruin the moment. "Fine. I won't put too much pressure on you. Basically, we'll continue what we're doing, just with a child on the way," he summed up. "Exactly!" I answered too quickly. He shot me a betrayed look and so I quickly added, "But! There's a but

I'm not quite sure when Blake got here and how I didn't hear him come in or open the door. I guess I was drowning too much in my own thoughts that I didn't hear him. Or maybe Chelsea set this whole thing up. I gave my best friend an "are you kidding me?" look and she just acted all innocent like she didn't know Blake was behind me.I let out a very deep and heavy sigh. I closed my eyes in frustration. I just can't with the level of drama lately."Oh, hey, Blake! Uhh, I'll give you, guys, some privacy," Chelsea propped up and made her way to my bedroom."Maddy, please," Blake slowly made his way to me. "I'm so sorry." I can feel him hesitating, whether to touch me or not. I'm like a ticking time bomb and the hormones are only adding more fuel to the fire.&n

I woke up the next morning to the smell of pancakes and Michael Buble's voice echoing all over Blake's apartment. I stood up, stretched my pregnant body, and followed the mouthwatering smell to the kitchen."Good morning!" Blake cheerfully greeted. Only Blake can pull off a very attractive look only with a plain white shirt under a "Men CAN Cook" apron and a pair of Johnny Walker boxer shorts. "Breakfast?" He asked, pointing to a big pile of pancakes on the counter and interrupting my thoughts. "Yes, please!" I happily accepted, jumping on the chair and grabbing the bottle of syrup greedily."Hey! Hey! Leave some for me!" Blake warned, pointing a spatula to me. I playfully replied, "Not a chance!" He laughed and finished the last few pieces of pancakes and sat beside me. He offered me fresh juice as he sipped on his hot coff

I acted as if I wasn't shocked. I turned away and headed for the table for something to drink. Why should I have to be sober for this?!Amidst all the chattering that was happening like three feet away from me, I heard Bianca call out for Blake."Blake!" I felt the cheerfulness of her tone. I'm more scared of how is Blake going to handle this than feeling jealous and possessive over the ex-lovers."Bianca," Blake replied in monotone. Oh, no. Does he need me?"How are you?" She asked. There's something about her tone that I can't help but think that she's still really into him."I'm good. I didn't know you were going to be here," he said with all honesty.

It was already 11 AM when Blake and I decided to have breakfast after our make-up rendezvous. We really do patch things up physically. We were talking about the wonders of eggs in all the meals when his phone rang. He went to the bedroom to get it and I heard him answer with;"Hello?""Yes, this is he.""Hi, Johnny! How's it going?"Johnny? Was it his johnny friend from the restaurant last week? Oh, wait, yeah, the barbeque party was today!"That was today? Oh, shit. Sorry, man. Yes, of course. Let me check with Maddy and I'll let you know. Okay, bye."I acted as if I wasn't just listening to his

I was dreaming of Blake coming home to me. He was crying and apologizing for what had happened. But there I was apologizing to him as well for my stubbornness. We were about hug when I felt a real set of arms touch my body that awakened me.I looked beside myself and smell a very drunk Blake. He was a mess. His hair was all over the place, polo was unbuttoned halfway down and untucked. He had his eyes closed and was mumbling something incoherent."Oh my God, Blake, you reek of alcohol!" I screamed trying to peel his arms away."Ssssshh. Be quiet, we might wake the baby," he slurred."What?! Blake, you are so drunk!" I pointed out the obvious."I am? Oh shit. I'm sorry, Maddy," he tri