Damon's Desire. Santana's Desire. Fanfic Book Series 1.

(Santana's Desire) Chapter 2: How will I know?

Santana's Desire 

Chapter 2: How will I know?

I had trouble sleeping all night. I was glad Damon helped me out but I doubted I was going to call him. What would we talk about?  Got punched in the eye lately? Only thing we could talk about was me being miserable. I decided to let the guy go. He wouldn't call me because I never gave him my number.

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I touched up my face with burning rubbing alcohol. I looked terrible. I refused to look in the mirror for a few days. I brushed and flossed my teeth then laid on the couch. I couldn't go many places with a face like this. I stared at my television, sitting Indian style.

I fell asleep for a couple hours on and off. I kept dreaming of Dillon. I would have been dead if I stayed in the car. He came back to make sure I was or maybe he came back to say sorry and help?

Dillon was Caucasian and tall. His name is actually Derek but we would call each other by our last names. I was called Santana, him Dillon. We never have to have that relationship with our son now, nicknames and what not.  We met while I was promoting one of my books. It was a collection of poems. Many other writers had put their poems in. Derek came in and asked around for a certain book. My agent talked to him about poems and what they meant to each person as an individual. Then he brought Dillon to me. Ever since we talked and got to know each other. He was amazing when it came to listening and reading my work. He had great goals so did I.  It was hard but we made sure our plans were treated equal. I didn't leave out his goals and he didn't leave out mine.  

I house hunted like I always planned when I turned 25. I saved money for it. My father died after I picked the house I wanted, found out I was pregnant and when planning my dream wedding. I was so depressed that I refused to see anyone, including Dillon.  I wasn't sure why.  He confronted me and said how he realized that while I was hiding, he could not stand the pain he was in. He told me many things including how he was serious about us and wanted to still marry me. He again proposed to me.

We planned a big wedding both our families were to be there. I made many plans towards the wedding.  My father helped even though he did not want to give away his only daughter just yet. In the mean time, Dillon saturated me with love and respect. I fell for him before I could get married. We made love and ended up pregnant. He had a surprise baby shower for me. He pretended to disagree with me having one so I was shocked to see everyone with gifts. Sadly my father didn't make the shower. 

Derek took care of me during the loss. Everything was great. The baby was doing good. I taught dance classes once a week. Dillon tried to get a job as an agent. He wanted to be my agent but I told him I would always accept his advise. He didn't need to be my agent for that. 

There was about a year left for us to get married. I was 8 months pregnant and doing great. I finally showed Dillon the house and he loved it. He asked if he could have his own room to have guy time. I of course already had one picked out for him.

I took all of my father's things and filled it in my home. All of my child memories I put in frames and plastic see-through bags to keep safe while my baby grows. I could feel my father in the house every time I came to check up on things. Dillon said we should move in before the baby comes. We had to rush things, meaning not waiting for correct paperwork. Therefore, I had to get co signers to insure everything was good. It all passed and we got to move in before I had the baby.  I was 9 months pregnant and tired. I sold a new book called Mother Food fitting to what I went through while I was carrying my baby boy.  It did very well, enough to buy a car for the family. Of course since I was pregnant and tired I did not do much driving. Legally I had to put Dillon on everything encase he got in any trouble for driving a car that was not his.