The Runaway Pregnant Wife

Brake

He drove in silence; I didn't know how to start a conversation, and I kept picturing his naked body in my mind like an imprint.

"Pepper, what are you thinking?" He smiled as he turned and looked at my face. I feel like I was struck by lightning. He is stunning when he smiles, but he rarely speaks.

"Ummm... I'm thinking of my bad reflexes; Kevin gave up on me," I grumbled. He didn't respond and instead concentrated on his driving. I have almost said exactly what I'm thinking right now.

He pulled into an inner road and handed me the steering wheel. I was nervous, but Kevin had already taught me the fundamentals. His instructions were clear, and he patiently repeated his movements so that I could visualize them. When he helped maneuver the car, his hands brushed against my thighs and arms several times.

After two hours, I drove the car on my own with his assistance. He directed me where to go, and when I saw a farmhouse, he told me to park the car in front of it. He assisted me with parking the car, which made me nervous and caused the car to abruptly stop.

"Sorry," I said as I smiled at him nervously. He unbuckled his seat belt and opened his door before walking over to mine and opening it for me. I followed him inside the house, where an elderly man with some features greeted us.

"Glad you came to see us, boy," he said as he patted his shoulder and looked at me. "Grandpa, this is Brianna," he said as he introduced us with his usual solemn expression.

"This is the first time my boy has brought a lady into our abode; no wonder why. Have a seat, dear; I will call her Lucy," the old man said excitedly.

Paul and Lucy were an adorable couple. I later learned that Mitch's father died on one of his missions, and his mother became ill and died when he was sixteen; their grandparents took them in.

Being a soldier was in their blood, and Paul was a retired Navy officer.

Lucy approached me as I was staring at the old photos on the wall.

"Mitchell, like his father, works with devotion; when his sister was kidnapped by traffickers, he went in search of her. He was devastated to learn that she died at their hands." Her voice and expression were thoughtful.

I touched the photo of Alana and Mitch together; I'd never met her, but Simone mentioned that her father intends to marry her. He assumed his sister was dead, but he discovered her in the hands of a notorious human trafficker who was killed by Simone. Her brother teased his wife that his would-be mother-in-law was almost his age; Simone didn't care because she loved Alana and her father's happiness was more important to her. They are somehow related by family affinity.

After saying our goodbyes to the elderly couple, I drove slowly from the farm to the city. He was always alert, and his hands were quick when I wasn't. I tried several times before properly parking the car. As I applied the brakes, I paid close attention to him.

"At long last," I said as I closed my eyes.

When I opened my eyes, I noticed him staring at me. His phone rang several times, but he ignored it; he answered it after he opened the door for me. He turned to me and said, "I need to go; see you tomorrow," before leaving. With a heavy heart, I sighed and went to my unit. It was as if I was driving smoothly, and the car came to a halt because I applied too much brake pressure.

I couldn't read him because he was so reserved.

My phone rang, and I answered it, saying, "Hey girl, let's celebrate your independence; let's party tonight; I'll pick you up at eight," but Eloise cut me off before I could respond.

For our night out, I chose a royal blue body-con off-shoulder dress.

I straightened my hair with an iron and clipped it on one side.