On the Edge (The Grange Complex Book 1) novel Chapter 38

Sasha

I wasn’t feeling well on the plane, my head was spinning and I started getting cold sweats halfway through our journey. It was a short flight and I was already missing Barcelona. I loved the sun, the parties and wild fun and no moody Dexter that could make me crazy. We hadn’t been on many holidays because of his demanding work schedule. He knew how to spoil me, but he didn’t have to work that hard. We both earned enough to enjoy ourselves.

He woke me up with breakfast in bed very early this morning. Last night I had drunk at least four glasses of sangria and then I danced, until Dexter insisted on going back to the room. My head was banging, and on top of that, I had a dodgy tummy. I didn’t say anything to Dexter; he was already in one of his moods. The holiday was over. Now it was the time to get back to reality.

Once we landed, it took ages to get us through passport control. There was a long queue ahead. Dexter was already scrolling through his phone, checking his emails. It was late October and the weather in Edinburgh was terrible. The rain was pouring from the sky. All I wanted was to get back home and sink into our comfortable bed. After standing in line for about half an hour, Dexter’s phone started ringing.

“It’s Rob. I need to take this,” he said. I just waved my hand. I wasn’t feeling well. I didn’t want to be sick in front of him and all these people in the queue. We had way too much fun in Barcelona, or maybe it was the food that I ate on the plane.

“Tyndall,” he answered, a bit more aggressively than usual. It turned out that Robert needed Dexter’s help with one of the projects that they had been working on for the last several months. I was used to this by now. His business took up a lot of his time. It took another half an hour to get outside.

“I shouldn’t have told him that I was back today. There is a problem with one of the clients and he wants me in,” he explained, pushing the trolley with the luggage.

“Just go. I’ll take the next taxi and make us dinner for later. We still have a whole weekend together.”

“Leave the suitcases at the concierge. I’ll pick them up when I come back,” he ordered. “I want you to be in bed, naked and ready for me when I step through the door.”

He kissed me, pressing his mouth over mine greedily, caressing my tongue with his. The kiss curled my toes and sped up my heartbeat. 

“Don’t be too late; otherwise I might be asleep already,” I teased him.

“Whatever. You can’t get enough of my cock, Sasha.”

He picked up his bag and strolled back towards the door. Ten minutes later I was in the taxi, driving back to the Grange. The nausea came back as we were arriving at the complex, and I felt a little dizzy. My parents were visiting us next week and I was looking forward to catching up with them. Since Dex gave me the apartment next door, I used it as crash pad for my family and new friends that I had made in the hospital.

Duncan from concierge helped me with the smaller carry-on luggage, and by the time I walked through the door I felt exhausted. My stomach revolted. I ran to the bathroom and threw up the food I’d eaten on the plane. I blamed the alcohol last night and the hectic holiday. We should have gone to Maldives and lay on the beach for two weeks. That way I would have felt more rested.

I ran the tap and washed my face, wondering what the hell was wrong with me. My tan looked awesome, but I felt like crap. This sickness should pass by tomorrow, and once I had a good night of sleep I would probably feel like myself again.

I started looking in the cupboards, searching for something for my stomach, when I spotted my tampon box that I bought a couple of weeks ago. In my head I started calculating weeks. All of a sudden, my heart stopped because I realised that I’d missed my period last month.

I placed my palm over my stomach, shocked like someone had poured freezing cold water over me.

“No, I can’t be … No, we didn’t …”

I couldn’t finish the sentence as sweat gathered on my forehead. Dexter hated condoms and we ditched using them last year. I had been having a hormonal shot since then, but when I checked my diary a few moments later, I realised that I missed it last month. Mum had been in the hospital and she had to have surgery on her knee, so I spent quite a lot of time in Glasgow. I remembered rescheduling my visit at least twice that month.

Now everything was coming back to me. I put some clothes on and drove to the nearest chemist with my heart in my throat. This wasn’t the end of the world; I was still convinced that it could still be food poisoning. Maybe I wasn’t pregnant, although since my last miscarriage, I secretly hoped that maybe in the future God would bless me with another child.

Me and Dex, we never talked about our future and kids, but judging from yesterday’s conversation about marriage, he wasn’t up for such a dramatic change in our lives. I was dreading knowing, and I was already imagining how Dexter would react.

I bought three tests and arrived back to the complex half an hour later. There, I headed straight to the apartment next door. Dexter didn’t like going there anyway, so it was a good place for me to escape sometimes. I couldn’t catch my breath when I waited for the results. My whole body shook when the test came out positive. I did two more to be certain, and it was official. Dexter had knocked me up. I was pregnant.

Suddenly an anxiety attack shot through my bones, as I tried to steady my heartbeat. There was no way I was telling him anything until I’d confirmed it with the doctor. Dexter never said that he wanted a dog, let alone kids. We loved each other, but a baby could complicate everything. Seven years ago I’d had a miscarriage. At the time I was with Kirk, a man who was now rotting in prison. Now I was in the perfect relationship with a man that loved me dearly, but I felt overwhelmed.

I sat down in the bathroom, staring at the test and wondering how I would break this news to him.

The voice of reason told me to wait for the right time, until we settled back into our daily routine. We just came back from Spain. Maybe I should sleep on it for the next couple of days. I had no doubt that Dexter loved me and he wouldn’t do anything stupid, but for the first time in my life, I was terrified at the prospect of being a mother

Dexter

Rob needed to get a life. He was much too obsessed with this new project, and by the time I finally managed to get away, it was seven o’clock in the evening. I had a woman waiting for me at the apartment that hadn’t seen my cock since yesterday, which was long enough.

The idea that I had been thinking about over the past twenty-four hours had been burning my fucking mind. Tomorrow I was planning to do something about it. First I needed to get a ring, but I couldn’t pick up any ring. Sasha deserved something really special and unique. We hadn’t talked about our future. The past three years we both lived day by day, never thinking ahead. Sasha hated when I left my clothes around and when I didn’t clean up after myself. She hated the fact that all the girls that I used to fuck kept calling me, demanding to see me. No one could believe that I had turned into a monogamist. Eventually this had stopped. We argued a lot about stupid stuff, then made up. Hot sex was always a winner.

I was falling more in love with her every day. Some day’s pressure got to me and I used alcohol to get to sleep. Sasha didn’t mind me drinking, as long as I didn’t go overboard.

The idea of settling down and having kids was appealing, but I didn’t want to give up on Sasha’s pussy just yet. We had plenty of time to make babies. Our whole lives were ahead of us.