Chapter Two - Burn.
My baby daddy was currently sat across the table from me all hunk and brooding male, he was smiling and pulling silly faces at a baby sat in a highchair. Dominic would make a great father there was no doubt about it. He turned back to me when a waiter came over and handed us some menus, before leaving.
"So how have you been Willow?" He smiled at me sweetly, this was the same guy that had followed me everywhere when I'd left.
"You know stalked." He chuckled and then looked sadly at me.
"I did it because I was worried about you, after your dad went. And then the whole Mason and Eleanor thing. Then us..." I interupt him.
"There is no us, there has never been and never will be an..." This time it was his turn to interupt me.
He scowled at me, "well like it or not, there is an us as long as that baby shares both our DNA. So we can either be horrible parents using the child or get on well enough for our baby." He softened his facial expression, "I didn't mean to snap... Its just been a lot. You know, taking over as alpha and then you..."
"What about me? Dominic why did you even have sex with me. No offense we never really got along... Like I'm pretty sure we hated each other in highschool."
He interjected, "that's not the case at all. I know you hate sprinkles on ice cream. I know you get really badly sun stroked easily. I know that you always used to dutch braid your hair, because you were observed with katniss. I know that when you were younger you had a high school musical sleeping bag and you used to kiss Troy on it. I know that when you were younger you used to be terrified of falling asleep in the dark. But now you love sleeping in pitch black. I know that your favourite colour is lilac. So no I never hated you ever, I loved you. I've been in love with you since we were young. "
What the actual fuck?! He noticed that stuff, oh my god he knew I used to kiss Troy. Blushing a bright scarlet shade just as someone started to move a little bit, it was early on really at 17 weeks but they would move a lot now.
Rubbing my stomach a little, "you okay?" He questioned me.
"They must be hungry." Rubbing my belly, I scanned through the menu.
"Will you order me a lasagna and chips, with salad. No onions on the salad as they make me gassy." I asked.
"Are you not going to answer my declaral of love?"
"After food." I glared pouting at him,"right now I'm thinking with my stomach and quite hangry, so chances are I'm going to be a bitch."
"Okay, anything to drink baby mama." my brow furrowed this time as I glared at him and I pointed a finger at him.
"I highly suggest you don't call me that, or I will bite you." I snarled at him.
He smirked at me and cocked his head to the left, "ooo where princess?"
Groaning in frustration at him, just as I felt my stomach lurch at the scent of eggs. Covering my mouth with my hand before running towards the women's toilets or possibly the mens. I really didn't care. I was going to hurl my absolute guts up, pushing open a random stall door before bending over to throw up into the toilet. The stench of urine from the toilet making it so much worse and that slightly fishy aroma lingering from the sanitary bin.
Grabbing some toilet paper to dab my mouth and I wash my hands, before going back to my table. Dominic is sat holding a glass of water, he places it in front of me.
"Are you okay?Do you want to go somewhere else?" He softly smiles at me.
"Nope I'm okay Dom... " I notice a small blush on his cheeks at my use of his nickname. "It's just morning sickness."
"But it's not morning..." He mused his eyebrows scrunched in confusion.
Shaking my head towards him,"it doesn't work like that."
Feeling my stomach churn a little I can't decide if I'm just hungry or if I feel sick.
