MilaI opened my eyes to my childhood room. The feeling of warmth and safety that came with it was overwhelming. I sat up in bed and rubbed my eyes.After my parents had picked me up from the airport, we had come home. My mom had taken off from the restaurant even though Fridays were the busiest over dinner time. She had cooked me pasta with pesto sauce, and we had spent time watching movies and eating chips like we used to when I was still a teenager in the house. My mom hadn’t asked about the kidnapping at all, other than if I was safe and if I had any other medical issues besides the cut on my face.I had been terrified to come back home to a ton of questions, but my family seemed to understand what I needed.I rolled over in bed and stretched. It was hard to think that just a few days ago I had been in that basement, stiff and cold and hungry. So much had happened in the last few weeks it felt like a lifetime ago.When I thought about sitting on that cold concrete floor again, I s
MilaWhen my phone rang, I jumped. I was still sitting on the bath mat on the floor, tears running down my cheeks. I wasn’t sure if it was only my eyes watering from throwing up or if I was really crying. Either way, it felt like my world was ending.“I heard you were back in town,” Skylar said in a joking tone. She was trying to keep things light for my sake. How sweet of her.“Yeah,” I said in a husky voice.Skylar’s voice was serious immediately.“Are you okay?”“I’m not,” I said. Tears were already rolling down my cheeks again. This was too much for me. I had been strong until now, able to handle it all. But being pregnant on top of everything else that was fucked up in my life was too much.“Do you want me to come over?”I agreed, and we ended the call. Skylar was there in no time at all, knocking on my parents’ front door. When I opened the door, Skylar looked worried. She hugged me.“This is all so horrible,” she said. “I can’t believe this happened to you.”“It’s not the half
BenAfter Mila was safe with her parents at the airport on Friday, they all left. I felt like Mila was being ripped away from me when they took her home. I’d had her with me since the moment I had rescued her, and she had been in my care. It had been my mission to keep her safe.With her walking away from me, I was harshly reminded again that Mila wasn’t mine. It didn’t matter that I’d looked after her, saved her, cared for her. I had also pushed her away, and that was where we stood.But she was home safe with her parents, and safe was all I had wanted her to be. It was why I had done all of this in the first place.So, after they’d left, I had booked a rental car and had driven to my mom’s place. When she had opened the door to find me standing there, she had been ecstatic, throwing her arms around me and hugging me like I was the prodigal son returned.“Every time you leave, you end up back on my doorstep,” she’d said. I had smiled and let her fuss over me the way I knew she wanted
BenMy mom finished the pancakes and put the plate down on the kitchen table. She took a seat before we dished up, each of us taking pancakes and adding syrup to them. I bit into it, tasting the heavenly flavor.After breakfast, I decided to head out. I had to get out of the house. My thoughts were driving me crazy, and I had no idea what to do about them.I drove to the fire station. One of the fire engines was missing, and the only person around was the lieutenant, Ted.“Where are the guys?” I asked. When there was an emergency, Ted was usually with them.“They’re at a training course today,” Ted said. He opened the fridge and offered me a soda. I took it from him, and we each cracked open our bottles. “How are you doing?”“I’m doing okay,” I said. “Working hard, but that’s life.”“Are you ready to come back to work?” Ted asked.I chuckled. “I wish.”It had been my dream since I could remember to be a firefighter. It was still what I would have wanted to do with my life, but I had p
MilaOn Monday, I planned to go back to work. I had the afternoon shift so I had my morning free. I was with Skylar because I didn’t want to be alone. Last night had been the first night alone in my apartment. It hadn’t been nearly as bad as I’d thought it would be, but I hadn’t been taken from my apartment when I had been kidnapped.I had been taken from the hospital. Which was where I was going, next.When I had come back home, I had convinced myself that I was over it all, that I would be able to deal with it without any help from a therapist for the trauma. Maybe I had been hasty in my decision to be a big girl. The truth was I was scared.“It’s going to be okay,” Skylar said. “I’ll drop you off and pick you up again after your shift tomorrow morning.”“I’m finishing very early.”“I don’t mind. I know you need this, and I’d rather have you safe.”Skylar was being a good friend through all of this. We were in my living room, drinking coffee and eating grilled cheese sandwiches so t
MilaI was starting to get pissed off. I felt like the four walls of the room were closing in on me. My skin was hot as if on fire. I had never gotten angry this quickly, but I was about at the end of my line, here.“I asked you to let it go, Sky,” I snapped. “Stop pushing me, okay? It’s not your life, it’s mine. And no matter what you think, I can still make my own decisions. I’ve just been to hell and back, and you’re not making this shit any easier.”Skylar’s eyes widened as I spoke and by the time I finished my little speech, she was angry, too.“You were the one that said you didn’t know what to do. You asked me for my advice so don’t have a shit fit when I give it to you. But you’re right, it’s not my life. I’ve just been involved in your shit for years because it’s what friends do. So, you can push me away all you like, but I didn’t do any of this to you.”“Stop it,” I shouted at Skylar.“No. I’m not going to stop. I didn’t break your heart, and I didn’t kidnap you, and I didn’
BenOn Tuesday, the Investors wanted to talk. A handful of wealthy people were invested in my company, pumping in money when we needed it. Their returns were worth their while, and I had always had a good working relationship with them, despite how many times the company had changed hands.Everything was up in the air, now. They weren’t as happy with me as they were before. Now that everything had come out on the news, they weren’t happy at all.“How credible are these rumors about the mafia?” one of them asked.“We’re losing money over this,” another said. “It doesn’t matter if it’s true or not. It’s affected the company horribly.”“Gentleman,” I said, stopping the conversation. “I know you’re worried. You have every right to be.”“How are we to know what’s going on?” another one of them said before I could say anything else. “You just took off without an explanation.”“Nothing like this ever happened while Lambert was involved. This looks bad for all of us.”When he talked about Unc
BenWhen I got off the phone, I was drained. The shit with this company was just never-ending. When it had been all about business, I hadn’t minded it so much, but it had bled over into my personal life, and I hated that.“Honey, can you help me with something?” my mom asked, coming into the room.I nodded. “Sure, what?”“I want to paint a few rooms. Paul will be away on a business trip this week – he’s leaving in the morning. Do you think you can help me? It will take a few days, so if you need to go back sooner, it’s okay.”I thought about it. When I had been younger, before Paul had come into the picture, my mom and I had done all sorts of things together to bond. We had built things, rearranged the house, taken on any kind of project we could think of. It had been a distraction for both of us after Dad had left, and it had been good for us to open up to each other instead of shutting down and moving on without talking.“I’d love to,” I said. “I can stay a few more days, I’m sure.
BenI had sold the company as Jerrod had suggested. I had thought about it long and hard and decided it was what I wanted. I hadn’t wanted to be the CEO of the company in the first place. Not when my father had left it to me and not when Uncle Dean had, either. I had put in the work and found someone worthy of the company. I heard it was thriving, now.The money received for the company sale had been enough to pay Brantley, and I still had enough left to give Penny an amount. I felt Uncle Dean’s widow had deserved a bit of an allowance after everything she had been through because of my father.After Brantley and Penny, I had bought a large house in Portland for me, Mila and Landon, and I had put the rest away as an investment for the future. We had so much money we would never struggle, even if we both stopped working.Mila and I were both working because we loved what we did. Mila didn’t want to stop nursing after she had Landon, and I understood. She asked for fewer shifts so that
BenSeven Months LaterWhen I unlocked the door to the house I had bought six months ago, I was stepping over the threshold as a father. It was the first time, and I was very aware of it. A lump rose in my throat, but I swallowed it down.“Ready?” I asked Mila. She nodded and climbed out of the car. She moved comfortably. It was amazing how women bounced back from giving birth in no more than a day or two. It would have been different if she had had a C-section or something, but Mila had given birth naturally.She opened the car door and lifted the carrier out of its brace.“I’m coming,” I said, running to her. I took the carrier from her so she didn’t have to strain herself and put my arm around her as I carried little Landon in the other hand.Mila had given birth to a beautiful baby boy twenty-four hours ago. It had been a beautiful surprise. I would have been just as proud if it was a girl, but I was so happy it was a boy. Landon Atwood had a great ring to it.We walked together t
MilaAgain, he didn’t touch my pussy even though he came so close. Instead, he moved up my hip bones and kissed my stomach, my ribs, moving past my breasts to my shoulders and working his way down one arm. When he reached my fingers, he sucked them into his mouth and played with his tongue around them. It was a strange feeling, ticklish and such a turn on.Ben let go of my hand and moved across my chest, avoiding my breasts, moving over my shoulder and down my other arm. When he reached my fingers, I was just about losing my mind with lust. I wanted him inside me so badly, and he’d been teasing me by not touching any of the areas I so desperately wanted him to touch.When Ben pressed his fingers against my pussy, I jumped. I had wanted it so badly, now that I had it, it was like a jolt of electricity shooting into my body. Ben pressed his thumb against my clit and pushed two fingers into me. He moved his thumb while curling his fingers over my G-spot, and it didn’t take long at all be
MilaLate on Friday night, my phone rang. I was already sleeping, and it took me a while to find my phone on my nightstand.“Are you awake?” Ben asked.I smiled. “I am, now.”“Can I come over? I have great news.”I looked at the alarm clock next to my lamp. The red numbers said it was well after midnight.“Of course,” I said.Half an hour later, a cab pulled up and dropped Ben off in front of my apartment building. I had been looking out for him. I buzzed him up before he rang my apartment, and I smiled when he stumbled up the step to the front door. He had been drinking.When I opened the front door to him, he stepped forward and folded me against his body.“I missed you,” he said.I laughed. “It’s been two days.”“Two days too many,” Ben said. He smelled like beer and cigarette smoke.“Where were you?” I asked.“I was at the bar, having drinks with Jerrod.”I raised my eyebrows. It was good news. Unexpected, and good. I led Ben into my apartment and closed the door.“Get back in bed
BenI shook my head. “I won’t. I know I haven’t treated her right, but I thought I was doing the right thing. I’m sticking around, now. I’m not going anywhere. I’m madly in love with her. Mila is one of a kind.”Jerrod nodded. “She is. And I can see how you feel about her. I have no doubt that you care for her. It just pissed me off so much that I was the last to know.”“I get that,” I said. I really did feel bad for what we’d done. But there was only so many times I could say I was sorry. I knew that this time, Jerrod had accepted my apology.Jerrod nodded again. We both drank our beers, listening to the music and watching the crowds shuffle in. As the night dragged on, the bar filled up with patrons who were done with their work week and looking for a way to unwind.“It’s just all so unexpected,” Jerrod said after a while. “Your relationship with her when I still see her as a kid is one thing. But now she’s pregnant. Man.” He scrubbed his face with his hands. “I don’t know what to m
BenOn Friday I walked into the bar where Mila and I had gone with Jerrod and Skylar. We hadn’t been careful enough that night, and Jerrod had seen us together. That was when the trouble had all started between me and Jerrod, and I was hoping this was where it would all end.I had texted him, telling him I was going to be at the bar tonight. I wanted to talk to him, but I was tired of running after him when he wasn’t interested. I had asked him to come to meet me. He hadn’t replied. I had told him what time I was going to be there, and now that I was here, time would tell if Jerrod was going to show up to talk to me.My wristwatch told me it was eight o’clock. I would give him half an hour before I left again.Until now, everything had been about Jerrod. He had been the one who had been wronged. Mila and I had kept our relationship secret from him when it was already a no-no that his best friend and younger sister were dating. It had been wrong not to tell him and even worse that he h
Mila“I love you, too.”There was nothing else to say. Words couldn’t describe how we both felt at that moment.After I changed back into my clothes, we met Dr. Holt in her office again. She gave me a prescription for prenatal supplements and an eating plan with do’s and don’ts for the next seven months.“I’ll see you back here in about eight weeks,” Dr. Holt said. “Then we’ll find out what you’re having.”When Ben and I walked back to the car, I felt like I was walking on air. Everything felt different, now. I felt more ready to be a mother, to have this baby and to raise it, than I had before. Now that I had seen the baby, I knew that I wanted all of this.Did Ben feel the same?“You know, you still have time to back out of this,” I said to Ben. He stopped dead in his tracks and looked at me.“What makes you think I would want that?” he asked.I pulled up my shoulder. I couldn’t guarantee that this feeling of amazement was mutual. Ben took a step closer to me and kissed me long and
MilaOn Wednesday I had the day off again and had scheduled an ultrasound. Now that everyone knew about me being pregnant, it was time to meet the baby.Ben was with me. It made me less nervous, but only a little. It was crazy how tense I was about the appointment, even though everything was out in the open now. The idea that I was pregnant, that we were having a baby, was terrifying.It had all happened so fast. It had been mere weeks since Ben had come back to Portland for the first time and now we were starting a family together. There were nights when I was sleepless and in a fit of panic, wondering how the hell we were going to get through this. We had been a part of each other’s lives for years, but when it came down to knowing each other, we were practically strangers.When I was with Ben, like now, all my worries melted away. We were great together. He was so attentive now that I was pregnant, and since he had told me he was going to stay, our relationship was stronger than ev
BenI let go of Jerrod’s shirt. He stumbled back, his expression surprised. Maybe he had expected me to throw the first punch. He had been ready to fight me. But I wasn’t here for that. I hadn’t come to beat up my best friend. I had only come to set the record straight.“She’s a great person, Jerrod. You know that. She doesn’t deserve this shit.”I turned around and left the office. Jerrod stayed behind, gaping. I had never been one to back down from a fight. There had been enough fights in high school that had shown Jerrod that. But this wasn’t high school, and Jerrod was like a brother to me. If I ended up with Mila, he would be a brother-in-law, in fact.So, I wasn’t going to go there.Instead, I headed back home like a good boy to seethe in private.After I had taken the time to calm down, I phoned Mila.“How are you doing?” I asked.“Better,” she said, and I was relieved. “I came off my shift just now. I’m going to crawl into bed for a few hours.“Have you told your parents yet?”