《My Donor》全部章節：第 21 章 - 第 30 章

Eriq “Very single,” I whisper as I lean in closer. My eyes drift to her lips—those lips I keep dreaming about, aching to taste again. They’re right there. All I have to do is lean in a bit more. Just a —just more. I’ve wanted to kiss her all day. Whenever she smiles, I want to pull her into my arms and kiss her senselessly, but logic always stops me. She’s pregnant, with a boyfriend—someone she met after I ditched her. I have no right to want or expect more. I shouldn’t want anything, but one look at her makes me greedy. I want her, and from the way she’s looking at me, I’m starting to think maybe I have a chance.—just one kiss. I inhale and lean closer, our lips almost brushing.*Ding dong.* The doorbell rings. I jump back, startled by the sudden noise as Ami turns her head toward the door. “I should get that,” she says. I want to tell her not to go. I want to pull her into my arms and kiss her, but the confidence I had moments ago vanishes. Why would she want me? I’m just so

EriqI open my eyes slowly and glance at the unfamiliar industrial pipe above my bed. Where…? I turn to my left and realize I’m in the bedroom at Ami’s apartment. It’s amazing how much has changed in one day. Yesterday started like any other, then I saw her again, moved in with her, cooked for her, and even kissed her. I smile, remembering our kiss last night, but my smile fades when I recall her calling out for the father of her child. She wants him, not me—and he’s probably better for her and the baby than I’ll ever be. After all, I’m broke, homeless, living in her apartment, with a crazy cousin who burned down my—shit, Flavio. That lunatic won’t stop until I join him. I can’t stay here and put Ami and the baby at risk. I need to tell her and find somewhere else to stay—maybe with Glen, or perhaps my parents’ place is best. Flavio’s unhinged, but he wouldn’t burn down their house. I should stay there until I figure things out, but first, I have to break the news to Ami.I don’t want

Dad/ZayneI open my eyes slightly as light streams into the room. I look over at my wife and smile. I can’t believe that after all these years, she still makes me feel like I’m on cloud nine whenever she’s near. I lean over to wake her with a kiss, hoping for some morning action.“Good morning, my lo—”WHAMShe suddenly bolts upright, smacking me in the forehead. I grab my head and squint, but she’s staring straight ahead, panting.“My love?” She turns to me slowly.“Somebody’s pregnant.”“Huh?” I furrow my brows, clutching my throbbing forehead. Pregnant? What is this crazy woman on about?“Who’s pregnant, and why did you jump up like that?”“I dreamt a fish was chasing me,” she says. A fish? My brain stalls for a second, trying to process her dream.“My love, a fish doesn’t have legs.” I chuckle at her silliness, but she’s not amused and slaps my shoulder.“Hey, no hitting the husband,” I say, grabbing her hand and kissing it.“Whose husband are you?” she grumbles. I laugh. She alway

EriqI stand frozen for a second, still shocked as she kisses me, but the warm sensation breaks the spell. I pull her close and deepen the kiss, tasting her sweet lips. When I finally pull back, she’s panting heavily, staring deeply into my eyes. “Ah,” she says, touching her stomach. “Ami? Are you okay? Is it the baby?” I ask, panic rising in my chest. “I can take you to the hospital.” I scoop her up in my arms. “Hold on, I’ll get you there.” “Eriq, I’m fine,” she says, grabbing my hand. “Huh?” “I’m fine. I think the baby just moved for the first time,” she explains excitedly, rubbing her belly again. “Really?” A wide grin spreads across my face. “Yeah, either that or it was butterflies,” she says with a smile, her eyes locking onto mine. Butterflies? The word sends a flutter through my chest. Does that mean I gave her butterflies? Or maybe it’s the baby, which is still pretty amazing. Either way, it’s a thrilling thought, though I secretly hope it’s butterflies for my

AmaijaAfter getting dressed, I head back downstairs. Eriq stands and walks over to me, smiling. “How do I look?” “Stunning,” he says. I blush under his gaze and smile. “So, what time will you be home?” he asks. “The event ends at ten, so probably around 10:30.” He nods. “I wish you were coming.” “That’s okay. I’ll find something to do,” he replies. “Why don’t you go out with some friends? Hit a bar or a club. Just don’t pick up any girls.” I grin.Ding dong. The doorbell echoes through the house. “That must be Vector,” I say. “I’ll walk you out.” He takes my hand and leads me to the door. “Oh, wait. I need to grab something from the office.” He releases my hand, and I dart over, open the door, pick up an envelope from the desk, and return to the living room. “Here you go,” I say, handing it to him. “What is it?” He furrows his brows as he takes it. “Go ahead, open it.” He eyes me skeptically but opens the envelope, reads it, and his eyes widen. “This must