Arranged Baby

Chapter 8

I deleted chapter seven.

Taylor's POV

"Well, happy late birthday cara mia." I say to her and it takes every ounce of respect I have towards her to not kiss her again without her concent. Even just my lips against the side of her face gives a foreign feeling to my lips. She is nowhere near the girl I was expecting. She doesn't even react to my not-so-discreet intimate gestures. I thought she was going to be all over me and begin me to take her. Such a pretty face should Have a boyfriend threatening me to stay away. Not her father telling me to sleep with her.

"Thank you." Her voice is so shy. "When is your birthday?"

"June sixth. That means that your are about three months late."

She chuckles and kisses me on the throat. That spot does things to me. "Well, happy late birthday." Without a doubt, if these lights were on, I would be able to see her blush, if going by the heat I feel being transferred from her cheek to mine.

Her actions are so innocent for somebody who must have lines of guys waiting to take her. If she's waiting to drop the bomb on me, get it over with. She was acting so timid when she took my flowers. She's either a really good actor, or is just really good at teasing me.t

"Cara mia, do you also find it odd that our father's have never once told us about this plan that they had?"

"Trust me, I believe our parents are insane." I chuckle at her response from the other side of the couch. She got off of my lap after she gave me a kiss.

"When did you find out that your father wanted you to have his grandchild?"

"A few days ago." she replied shyly. "And you?"

"Same. I thought my father was joking, no offense."

"I'm wounded." She chuckles. "I still think my father is going to change his mind in a few days. He just sprung this idea on me and I'm counting on his better judgement to tell me he wants a Rolls Royce instead." She says dryly.

"Why is that?" I ask out of curiosity.

"I do not, under any circumstance, want a child at my age. It's too much."

"A child, or too much to ask for?"

"Having a child. My father hasn't asked me of much throughout my life. It doesn't surprise me that he asked this much of me, it surprises me that of all things he could ask for, he asks for a baby." It makes me feel better knowing she isn't uncomfortable around me that she will answer truthfully.

Her response makes me smile. "I understand."

That's how the hour goes, us talking nonsense about eachother. I find out that the only family she has is on her mother's side but doesn't associate with them to avoid conflict with her mother. She wants to finish high school and become a police officer. She doesn't talk to her mother because she left her at a very young age. She never thought of having kids because she's always focused on her career. She never thought she would be a teen mother either. She didn't know her father was sick until she saw all the pill bottles fall out of his suitcase and put two and two together. She wants a boy and I agreed but secretly would wish for otherwise. When the baby topic became too awkward we started talking about her school. She doesn't associate with anybody because she doesn't want to make friends and not have time for them. She also tells me she cooks, but has only ever cooked for two people at most.

Our hour is up before we know it and I call my father to tell him we won't make it because we are still getting to know each other. He happily obliges and I laugh to myself.

"Would you like to come see my room?" She asks and now that the lights are on, I can see the delicious blush spread out through her cheeks.

"Only if you're comfortable with it." I assurre her with a smile.

"It's fine. Come with me." She smiles genuinely at me.

I never took a liking towards any girl, ever. I didn't want to make them think that they could cling to me and be something other than my one-night-stand. I am almost positive that none of them actually wanted to get to know me, but wanted the benefits of being with me. Interacting with Sage is different than interacting with any other girl I have slept with. Talking with them is just flirting, flinging each other meaningless compliments to get laid. Talking with Sage is actually talking. She didn't even care for the physical contact. She just wanted to talk. And I liked it.

"I didn't think you wanted just to talk." I mention halfway up the stairs.

She stops moving and turns to me. With a straight face, she waits for me to continue. "I though you wanted something else." I hint.

She turns to face me fully and crosses her arms over her more than satisfying chest. "Like what?"

"Errr...maybe to..." My tongue ties and the words to form a sentence are suddenly lost. "Sex?" I choke out, feeling uncomfortable standing below her on the staircase. She looks ready to kick me down.

"What made you think that?" She seethes with an eerily calm facial expression.

I chuckle uneasily.

"Get out of my house." I don't speak to make sure I heard her correctly. Is she kicking me out? What did I do?

"Why?" I give her a pained look.

"I can't believe you thought I was going to sleep with you. We just met today and you think I was going to just let you sleep with me? I don't know anything about you and you just assume I'd want to have sex with you?! You're insane to think I wanted to have sex with you!"

"You were showing me to your room-"

"Because it's polite!"

"Do you show your mailman your room?" I challenge.

"Do you always sleep with Target employees?" She spits back.

Feisty. It stirs my manhood.

"Cara mia, I wasn't going to sleep with you." I say calmly, trying to calm her down. Her breathing noticeably slows down and her arms fall limp to her side. She looks me in the eye one more time before stepping ahead of me down the stairs. I awkwardly follow her down the stairs, not knowing any other options.

She mumbles words to herself the entire time. I try to catch what she's saying but only catch phrases and fractions of a sentence. "This is ridiculous. I can't believe..." She trails off.

"I'm sorry cara." I plead with her once she grasps the knob to the front door. "I swear I didn't mean it to be a manwhore!"

Panic stats to build in my chest for some reason. The first girl to ever kick me out and she's the girl of all people. We're supposed to be at least getting along. There's no way that is going to happen if she won't even let me inside of her house. If she really doesn't want to sleep with me, that's fine. I'll find pleasure elsewhere but we need to act like we are trying to conceive. Dear Lord, if Apa' finds out I came here expecting sex... I'm never going to hear the end of this.

"Like I'm going to believe that!" She spits with venom laced in both her eyes and voice. If she wasn't so sexy naturally, I wouldn't find it to be such a turn-on. "You can just lea-"

I interrupt her rant by smashing my lips to hers and molding her body to mine. Like a puzzle piece...