Chapters (49)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Books By Natasha Madison
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Epilogue One
- Epilogue Two
- ONLY ONE KISS SNEAK PEEK
- Books By Natasha Madison
- Acknowledgments
When we pull up to her apartment complex, she shows me where to go, and I park in her parking spot. “You grab the food. I’m going to grab Dylan,” I say before she gets out. It looks like she is going to argue with me, but she doesn’t. She gets the food, and I slowly unbuckle Dylan and carry him in, following her. “He’s out cold.”
She opens the door and walks in and puts the bag of food on the table and then rushes into the bedroom. The house is literally a sauna. “I’m going to open the windows and get a breeze going,” she says, opening the windows, and I notice there is no breeze even when she does that.
I lay him on the bed, and he curls into the fetal position, but I take off his shoes and socks. “Will he be okay?” I ask, and she nods her head and takes off my sweater that she is wearing.
“Yeah, he’ll probably be out until tomorrow,” she whispers, and I walk out of the room, and she follows me.
“Do you want something to drink?” she asks me, and I nod my head. She goes to the fridge and opens the freezer to get some ice cubes out.
I turn to sit on the futon and wait for her. She walks back into the room holding two glasses and hands one to me. “Here you are.”
“Thank you,” I say and take a sip and then wait for her to sit down. “Tonight was fun.” I start the conversation, and I watch her as I talk. “I don’t know what the deal is with your parents or your siblings, and I didn’t want to ask about them in front of Dylan, but I want to know everything.”
“There really isn’t much to say,” she says, taking a gulp of water and then looking down at the glass that is already forming condensation on the outside. “My parents were …” she says and then corrects herself. “They are religious people, and they didn’t like the fact that their only daughter got knocked up at seventeen.” My heart sinks for her. “So when I told them I was pregnant, they gave me two options. One, give the baby up for adoption, which I was never going to do, or two, move out.”
“But …” I start to say, but when she shakes her head, I want to pull her to me.