บททั้งหมดของ Pregnant by Her Best Friend Brother : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Victoria stood inside the washroom stall, her back against the cold partition, staring at nothing.What is he doing here again?She had told herself she wouldn't have to see him. That had been the one thing keeping her upright the quiet certainty that their paths wouldn't cross, that the building was large enough, the departments separate enough, that Alexander would remain nothing more than a name on a floor she didn't work on. And yet there he was. Strolling through the office like he owned it, which, in a manner of speaking, she supposed he did.Her phone buzzed.She looked down. A notification to the clinic. She opened it and felt her stomach drop before she'd even finished reading. Her appointment had been pushed back. She pressed the phone to her ear immediately, her jaw tight."The doctor had to travel abroad," the receptionist told her, pleasant and utterly unbothered. "She'll be back in about a month. We can reschedule you then.""No." The word came out sharper than she inten

Alexander stood by the bed, holding her hand with a grip too careful to be indifferent.He watched the nurse work probing for a new vein, the previous site still bleeding sluggishly and each time the needle touched Victoria's skin his jaw tightened by a fraction. His thumb hovered just at the edge of her wrist, not quite stroking, not quite still. When a thin line of blood tracked down her inner arm he felt something move through him that he had no interest in naming. His brow pulled into a hard line and he looked away.Across the room Lucas was speaking quietly with the doctor, his back turned.Then his phone buzzed.Vanessa.He looked at the screen for a second, then at Victoria her brows pressed together even in unconsciousness, as though whatever she was dreaming offered her no peace and then he let go of her hand and stepped out into the corridor."Hey, Alex." Vanessa's voice came through warm and unhurried. "I missed you so I thought I'd call. I had this feeling something might

AlexanderIt always started the same way.Warmth. That was the first thing. A warmth that had no specific source, just everywhere at once, and the smell of her underneath it, something soft and faintly sweet that he could never place when he was awake but recognized instantly every time he went under.She was there in the dark. Not clearly. Never clearly. Just the suggestion of her, the curve of a shoulder, the line of a throat, skin that felt like the word silk had been invented specifically to fail at describing it. His hands moved over her and she made a sound that was barely audible, barely there, the kind of sound that lived at the bottom of the throat before it becomes anything.He pressed his mouth to her neck.She arched into him.The sound she made then was different, higher, broken at the edge, his name somewhere inside it. He bit down gently on the curve where her neck met her shoulder and she twisted beneath him and said it again, clearer this time, the way she said it in

The café was three minutes from the site and had no juice. I stood at the counter and looked at the menu board and confirmed this twice, then ordered two coffees and stood with my face turned slightly away from the machine while it ran.Outside, the cold helped.I carried them back in a paper carrier, one in each hand, held out from my body at a careful angle the way you carry something you don't want to spill on yourself. Lucas had said coffee. Alexander had said coffee. Nobody had said how they wanted them, and I had made a decision about Lucas's because I knew, and about Alexander's, I had made no decision at all except to hand it over and let him deal with it.They were still standing at the bonnet of the car when I got back, the contractors gone now, the afternoon light doing that flat grey thing it did by mid-November when it had simply given up on warmth. I set the carrier on the bonnet and pulled Lucas's out first."One shot, whole milk, one sugar," I said, and held it out.He

Victoria stood near the arrivals gate at the airport, tapping her foot nervously against the polished floor. Her eyes scanned the crowd anxiously until she spotted a familiar figure rushing toward her—Emily, with her bright smile and hurried steps.The moment Emily saw her, she broke into a run. She crashed into Victoria, wrapping her in a tight, fierce hug. For a few seconds, Victoria let herself melt into the embrace, but then Emily suddenly pulled back, her eyes dropping to Victoria’s belly.“Oh God—did I hug you too tight?” Emily asked, worry flashing across her face.Victoria chuckled softly, placing a protective hand over her stomach. “I think the baby won’t mind its aunt hugging it so dearly.”Emily smiled, but it was tinged with hesitation. “So… you’re keeping it?”Victoria’s expression softened. She glanced around at the bustling terminal. “Let’s sit somewhere. We need to talk.”They walked hand in hand to a quiet café-restaurant inside the airport. Once seated, Victoria flag