His Baby

Chapter 8: Growing Up

We wake up the next with Emma lying asleep in between us, and I kiss her forehead gently. She stretches and yawns as she opens her eyes to look at us.

"Morning, Em." She babbles and then giggles. "You're so precious, baby girl."

"I can't believe we made this beautiful, healthy baby girl." He looks down at her adoringly and smiles sweetly.

We didn't make her out of love at all. We were drunk; it was a party; he followed me up to his room and undressed me, then had sex with me. It was a mistake what we did that night, but Emma was definitely not a mistake. She's one of the best things to happen to me in my entire life.

"Let's go out today, and we can go to the park and swing her on the little swings."

"Get her dressed and changed, Nath. Please. I must shower and brush my teeth before we all leave." I walk to the bathroom and strip down till I'm naked.

"Your mommy is so hot. I'm so glad that she had you." His whispers are never that quiet, and I can hear him whenever he tries to be quiet.

Once finished, I wrap the towel around my body and roll it down a little to keep it secure. When I walk out to Nathan, he's already dressed and ready to go, and he even got Emma dressed while I was in the shower.

"Wow. You're all ready to go? I'm surprised you got her ready too. I heard that you usually take forever, Nath." He mockingly laughs at me because I made fun of him.

"I never take that long, Maya. Okay?"

"Mm-hmm. I am sure that you don't. All of your bandmates and your manager say differently." Our eyes meet, and I feel like sparks go off. He smiles and looks away to grab his phone. He puts Emma in her car seat and buckles her up.

I never imagined he'd be this fantastic dad and singer with a busy schedule. Most actors or male singers solo or even in a band would probably just ignore that they slept with a random girl, and then the girl had his baby, but Nathan. He is definitely different from other guys for sure.

Later at the park, we put Emma in the swing then he begins swinging her. I sit at the picnic table and just watch the two of them. He never even noticed me in high school, and I hardly ever saw him, but look where we are now. We're parents now, and we've just started dating.

That boy is so popular. He's always bragging about partying, flirting with girls, and sometimes even making out with them. I'll never do that.

Weeks later, one of the popular kids invites to a party at some other kid's house. He says lots of people will be there. I'll try going to it, I guess. What's the harm in going to one party on a Thursday night?

Later, when I get there, I look around at everyone. They're all either drinking heavily, making out or grinding against each other. This is precisely what I expected, but definitely not this many people around.

"Hey! Maya Samps-"

"Swanson! Not Sampson!" I yell to the guy over the deafening music.

He hands me a drink and downs the rest of his. He takes my hand, pulling me over where many people are dancing close to each other.

His hands slip down to my lower back, and I let him keep them there as I sway my hips side-to-side. His lips assault my neck and my shoulders.

I look over and see the popular boy smirking over at me as he's dancing with another girl. He walks over and dances with me, making the other guy move away.

Several weeks later, I get invited to another party. This is the tenth party I've been invited to in the past nine weeks. I guess you could say I'm one of the popular kids now.

"Maya, do you want to swing Emma now?" Nathan snaps me out of the flashback I was having.

"Uh yeah. Sorry."

"What were you thinking about just then?" He walks over to me and snakes an arm around my waist.

"Just high school...and how you first noticed me."