She let him hold her and it was more than he deserved, really.
It was a surprise she wasn't hitting him and cursing him out because was the least of all he deserved from her.
Her sobs, racking through her small frame tore at his heart, his whole mistakes flashing through his head even as he tried to calm her down.
"Please baby, I can handle anything else but your tears. Hit me if you want to, but please stop crying."
"Fuck you, Ryder." She sobbed in response.
She sounded as broken as he felt, maybe even worse and he couldn't blame her for that, he only hoped that he could make it up to her, save her all the pain and make her feel better.
"I'm so sorry, baby, I'm sorry I hurt you. I'll take it all back right now if I can, I swear. I was scared and hurt and stupid and I know that doesn't even come close to excusing what I did but.....God, I'm sorry Brianna."
She didn't answer him this time, didn't utter a word and he couldn't even
A child with Ryder.......The whole thing sounded so surreal falling from her lips even though this was a conversation she's had in her head over a billion times.And all the times she'd imagined what this day would be like did nothing to prepare her for the real deal."The baby is mine."It wasn't a question, no, he wasn't asking, he was just acknowledging the fact and Bree couldn't find a word to describe how that made her feel.There was no doubt in his eyes, no argument in his voice, just pure marvel at the words she'd just said, like he'd hoped and prayed to hear them.In all the while she's known him, his face has never been more expressive than it was in that moment, it was like he let his guard down enough to let her see just how much her news affected him.And it was a damn beautiful sight.It didn't help that all the emotions bare in his eyes fanned the tiny flame of hope she's been carrying with her all these w
Bree woke up late, in a super comfy bed that was definitely too big to be hers, strong, sure and safe arms cuddling her against the warm and very naked torso of a man..........all skin and no clothes. It took her a minute to recollect how she'd gotten here and whose, these hands were. Ryder...... She'd thought last night was a dream, but apparently it wasn't and he was really here or maybe she was the one that's really here because this is his house. The events of last night seeped into her mind in sequence, starting from her thrill at being all dolled up and going for her first billionaire studded ball, to meeting the one man on Earth she never thought she'd set her eyes on ever again in this life time. Fast forward to the scene with her enraged boss and the slap she'd taken to her face that still somehow stung a little this morning. It wasn't the best night of her life and real shit had gone down but she had it to thank for this mome
Bree had a lot of things she wanted to say to him but the assurance that he was ready to wait while she comes to term with where they currently were? That was all she needed to hear, all the reassurance that she needed. It answered most, if not all her questions and it calmed her fears far more than anything has in any recent memory. They'd work through it and make the best of it this time around...... hopefully. She smiled in response to him, nodding her head slightly to let him know she agreed to everything he'd said, fully, and she was trusting him on this without any questions. "You know it's going to be hard for me, hmmm, having you around me and not being able to do anything about the ache you stirr in me?" He teased, leaning up to plant a soft kiss on her fore head and then an even softer one on her lips, stirring the ache he'd mentioned in her too. The way he said the words made her laugh though, why on Earth did he sou
The rest of the morning after breakfast passed in a quick blur, so much that it saddened Bree how fast time was flying. Her life have truly been in just three phases, she realised, before Ryder, with him and after him and personally, that mid phase was her favorite - like right now. This is probably what happens when you fall in love with someone, hopefully, he loves her just as much and meant his promise that he wasn't going anywhere from now on. They've had their ups and downs and honestly she was done with the downs for now and hopefully there'd be none of that anytime soon. They had their beautiful moments, but Bree was well aware that Ryder has been walking on eggshells with her. He probably didn't intend for her to notice but every now and again he slips and she notices. It wasn't something she appreciated honestly, she wanted the good old days back when they didn't have to watch what they did and said around eachother but she also understood that it'd take some time to bui
Ryder wasn't big on the idea of Bree not moving in with him, not really, but he was playing it down for now and not raising hell because they just got back together and he didn't want to do something rash and ruin this perfect second chance. He wanted her around him, every fucking time because they've lost so much time already and most importantly, he couldn't trust her safety with anyone else, especially since they have a baby on the way. A baby, their baby. He has a child on the way that he'd had absolutely no idea about, that didn't make him feel any good when he thought of it. While he'd been acting like it's cool and all, he was totally flipping out on the inside. Somehow, he'd even fucked up more than he'd realised initially, and he'd left Bree all alone and pregnant. Pregnant!! It was a sin he'd have to live with for the rest of his life or maybe someday he'd find it in him to forgive himself, but till then, he'd have to
The car ride back to Bree's place was quiet and rather too tense for Bree's liking but there was nothing she could do about it. The problem wasn't one she had any solution to at the moment and Ryder was just sulking and not necessarily beefing with her about it so it wasn't really a biggie. Even the man knew it can't be helped and this was for the best, he'd called the shots and she'd agreed and his suggestion had never even been in the books for her - yes, moving in with Ryder hadn't. This was a chance encounter, a chance that should be treated so carefully so they don't fuck it up like they did the last time. How long can a couple weeks be anyways, they'd done months before this and look, they both survived it. Bree had her own fears about this whole situation to start with. It scared her to consider that she was moving too fast with him after e
Bree's been having a rough week and seriously, it was beginning to get to her. First, she'd woken up to having her face plastered on every available tabloid in New York with nasty captions attached to them and they had all been from the night of the ball. Of course they had all been about her fight with her ex boss Margo and for some reason she'd been painted as the bad egg and the villain of the story. She was the devil that had broken up the budding couple and done questionable things to steal the all mighty Ryder Steele from Margo, or so they'd said. It had been difficult to deal with and she'd spent her days in bed unproductive and crying herself to sleep. She had seen it coming, that in itself should have cushioned the blow but the harsh reality of it was what had plummeted her harder than she'd thought was possible. Going out of her apartment had been difficult because there was always a pair of eyes staring at her with disdain,
The first thing that came to Ryder's mind at the ringing of his phone on the nightstand at exactly forty five minutes past two in the morning the baby. Especially since it was Bree's name splashed across his screen while the device wailed him awake from sleep. He cursed as he swiped across his screen to take the call, his heart beating him to death. It'd kill him if anything happened to any of the two most important people to him even though he was yet to meet one of them. There's no manual for this first time dad thingy and he was doing his best even if that involves the constant paranoia that's taken permanent residence in his head. "Baby girl..." He said into the phone with a calming, tentative voice that his the panic and turmoil building in the pit of his belly, hoping for the best but unconsciously expecting the worst. It did come, the latte