All Chapters of One Night Stand With The Unforgettable Stranger: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

When Abby woke, she was cranky. She didn’t know why, she just knew that she was unhappy. Becky was gone, and she missed her. It had been two sleeps since she had left and Abby wanted her to come back. Her daddy was a lot happier when Becky was around and so was she. Mummy didn’t seem to know how to look after her and ignored her most of the time, anyway. Becky never ignored her and she always knew when dinner time was and when bath time was and Abby had never had to get her own breakfast or dinner when Becky was around. Abby kicked the covers off and rolled out of bed. She was thirsty and hungry and she felt all sticky and messy and was just altogether cranky. The house was quiet when she opened her door and crept out into the hall. She walked quietly down the hallway and checked her daddy’s bedroom, but he wasn’t there. Next, she tried her mummy’s room, but she was asleep still, so Abby closed the door quietly. There was a noise coming from downstairs, so Abby headed in that direct

Becky was used to the looks she usually got with that statement. Other mothers didn’t seem to trust her or think that she was in their league because she got paid to look after a child. What they didn’t understand was that she was more of a mother to Abby than her own mother was. Which made it even more heartbreaking that she’d had to leave. It seemed wrong that Heather could just walk in and take away Becky’s life, but the fact was, she was just a paid employee. It didn’t matter that she was the one who had gotten up to her at night, had soothed her fevers, and nursed her through vomiting bugs. It didn’t matter that she had been the one to see her take her first steps and utter her first words. And nobody seemed to care that she loved Abby like her very own. She had no rights to the little girl at all and that just stung. Towards the end of the hour, Becky tried calling Barry again, but again it went to voicemail. She left another message and then set off to pick up Abby. Becky had

Abby walked over to Heather, her steps faltering. “Come on girl, I’m not going to bite.” The snap-in Heather’s voice caused Abby to hesitate, before crossing the rest of the distance quickly and giving Heather a perfunctory hug and then moving away quickly. A strange, almost hurt, look crossed Heather’s face, but it was fleeting and Becky wondered whether she had imagined it. “I’ll be going then,” Heather said, dropping her hand to the handle of her suitcase. “Where are you going to be staying?” Barry asked. “In case I need to get in touch with you.” She shot a look at Declan before her eyes darted back to Barry. “I have a room booked at The Mayfield.” He nodded once and then opened his arms to Abby who had made her way back to him and was hanging on to his legs. He picked her up and held her close. It was an awkward standoff between the two parents and one that probably shouldn’t have happened in front of Abby, but Becky was in no position to intervene. She was only the n

Becky was exhausted. It had been a rollercoaster of a day and she could barely keep her eyes open as she lay next to Abby and listened to Barry read her a bedtime story. Being back in Barry’ home felt so comfortable and easy and although she knew it probably wouldn’t last, for that night she was content to just enjoy it. A gentle shaking of her shoulder woke her, and she smiled sleepily up at Barry. The look in his eyes was dark and intense and warmed something low in her belly. He scooped her up in her arms and held her close for a minute. Her arms snaked around his neck and she buried her nose into the crook of his neck, inhaling his Paco Rabanne scent and that distinctly male Barry smell. “Let’s get you to bed,” he said, his voice a husky whisper that skittered across the shell of her ear, his hot, moist breath causing a shiver to go through her. He walked out of Abby’s room and turned towards her room. She shifted her head and nipped his neck before laving it with h

Becky let her eyes feast on the beautiful man who slept so soundly beside her. The sun was just poking its head through the curtains and it lit Barry’ profile like the silver lining on a cloud giving him a golden glow. There was so much she needed to say, so many things she needed to tell him. Her heart was full of overflowing, but the words seemed stuck behind a huge lump in her throat. How could she ever express the feelings she had for this man? They were too big, too wide for words. She lifted a finger and delicately traced the contours of his cheek, rasping over the whiskers along his jaw and then over the softness of his lips. Lips that were swollen from the kisses they had shared. She was sure her own lips looked as swollen and red as his and she was probably sporting a pretty decent beard rash, but she didn’t care in the slightest. Last night, and early this morning, had been everything and more to her. Whatever happened today, whatever came out of all of this, she would