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“I’m leaving,” he said, “right now, actually. Well, in about twenty minutes.”
Six years ago Dallas left me without a word.
We were going to graduate together, and after we threw our caps, I was going to reveal the biggest miracle of our lives – I was pregnant.
But he packed up and ran from me, taking my heart with him.
I didn’t tell him about Raya, my precious baby, his baby.
And I decided that I never would.
But now he’s back in town, and he’s trying to get me back.
He and my daughter look so much alike.
Those big, beautiful blue eyes and killer smiles.
There’s no way he can’t tell she is his.
And after six years, I don’t know that I can tell him.
When I left her, I was still in love with her.
She was the person I loved most in the world, and I had hurt her.
But hopefully not beyond repair.
It was a rough six years, but now that I’m back, I will stop at nothing to get her back in my life.
I don’t care that she has a kid, either. I will love Raya like she’s my own.
I’m going to give them both the life they deserve.
It’s not because I’ve waited for six years and can’t let go.
It’s not because college was the best four years of my life.
And it’s certainly not because of Raya’s big blue eyes, and how when I look into them I see myself.
It’s because Mayci is the only woman I’ve ever loved.
But after six years, will love be enough?
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“I can’t believe we actually did it,” I said, taking a deep breath as the door to our apartment closed behind us. Dallas didn’t give me time to think before he turned, grabbing my hands and pinning me up against the door.
“Yeah, I can’t believe it either,” he said, his breath minty and soft against my cheeks. I smiled and closed my eyes as he pressed his body against mine. A giggle escaped my lips when he started kissing my neck, brushing my carefully curled hair out of the way.
I was wearing a yellow summer dress with flowers. I wanted to look my best for my last final, and I knew that Dallas liked it when I wore dresses. I laughed against his lips as he kissed me, happiness glowing in my chest. There wouldn’t be a moment more perfect than this.
The secret I had been keeping for two weeks bubbled to the surface of my thoughts, causing a burst of anxiety. The image of the positive pregnancy test was clear in my mind. I’d been sick in the months leading up to finals and I’d decided it was my birth control. I’d stop taking it, I’d told myself, only until finals were over and I had my diploma in my hand.
But a couple of months is all it took, and I knew that I would have to tell Dallas. Of course, I was going to tell him, but I had been waiting until after our finals. I told myself that I didn’t want to stress him out, but I think the truth is that I was afraid to tell him, even though I was almost certain he would be happy about it.
But I wasn’t going to tell him now. Right now, he had his hands on me and I didn’t want him to take them off, so I pushed the thoughts from my head and focused on what he was doing.
“Are you sure you’re up to this?” I asked, jokingly, “I know that final took a lot out of you.”
“Of course I’m up to this,” he said against my lips. “I saved all my energy for this- this is really my last final.”
“Oh, really?” I asked as he slipped his hands over my shoulders, pushing my straps down and revealing more of my cleavage. He took a step back and looked me over. I had always been a curvier girl, and this dress accentuated my features, showing off my cleavage tastefully and outlining my curves. I knew the moment I put it on in the store that he wouldn’t be able to resist me if I wore it. “Does that make me the instructor?”
“Well, what do you think?”
“I think you’d better stop talking and take my clothes off,” I breathed, as he found the zipper on the back of my dress and tugged it down, loosening the top so my breasts flooded out. It had been a bit tight, so I took advantage of the moment and sucked in a sharp breath. Dallas did so as well, but it came out more like a groan.
I buried my hands in his hair as he buried his face in my cleavage, kissing and biting the tops of my breasts. I didn’t want to be standing in our living room anymore, and I didn’t think it was fair that I was well on my way to being naked and he still had his clothes on.
I started tugging at his jeans and he did the rest of the work for me, letting them drop to the floor and coming right back to me, his hands running up and down my arms, tangling in my hair and gripping my hips tightly. Somehow, even after three years of dating and a year and a half of living together, he still wanted to be with me. I was astounded.
I didn’t understand how, after a year and a half of rubbing my feet and listening to me complain about classes and my part-time job at the coffee shop, he could still want to touch me and take care of me. But I knew how lucky I was, and I wasn’t complaining.
We stumbled together, past the sofa we had picked out – our first ever furniture purchase together – and the side table I insisted on dragging in off the curb when our neighbor was getting rid of it. I said I could see the beauty in the thing even though Dallas was convinced it would bring termites into our home.
He kissed me, his tongue dipping into my mouth, as I reached for the doorknob and opened the door to our bedroom at the end of the hall. His hands slipped around my back, tugging my dress down, so I was in nothing but my lacy black panties. It was possible I knew exactly what we were going to do when we got home.