"Wow! I mean wow!" Tilly snapped gleefully. "And, what else?"Sasha shrugged her slender shoulders. "I don't know." she replied. "You don't know?" Tilly pouted."I'm not sure." Sasha laughed at the reaction given. "What else other than the fact that I fucked someone else's man, and I'm officially a home wrecker.""Oh come on, Sasha!" Tilly argued. "It's not like they're married or something, right? I mean, it seems like the guy wants you too because why would he go through all that trouble… He sent those beautiful flowers too. If he really was in a happy relationship, he wouldn't do that" "Oh please!" Sasha rolled her eyes."I'm serious, Sasha. I don't think you should feel bad about it," Tilly insisted. "Like you said, it just happened." She reclaimed her bowl of cereal."I'm just glad you're not judging me, best friend," said Sasha with a weak smile. "That's the last thing I'd want to hear after everything that's happened." She reclined back in her seat, exhausted."Why would I ju

Sasha stared at her mother. She had never been able to hide things from her for too long because she always saw right through her. She thought about the best way to tell her mom about the pregnancy. She couldn't come up with any so she stood up. "I'm not troubled, mom..." she said. But when she looked back at her mom she saw her mom still had that concerned look on her face."You are not fooling me, Sasha" Penelope said, "I can tell that something is on your mind. I am your mother dear. You can tell me what it is."Sasha buried her face in her hands, "I don't think you want me to tell you about this. You're going to be so upset with me, and dad… Oh God he's going to be so furious. The both of you are going to be so disappointed" "Oh, Sasha,'' Penelope said, standing up and pulling her daughter into her arms. When she released her, Sasha stared at her with wide, sad eyes," Tell me what it is. Whatever happens, we'll face it together… As a family"Sasha couldn't hold it in anymore. She

Turning sideways, she laid both hands over her stomach. The lacy thong, which was all she was wearing now, exposed the slight swell she’d noticed before. Or perhaps she was only imagining it. She was barely six weeks, after all. How soon was a pregnancy visible? She should have asked her mother."Admiring yourself, Sasha?" The voice was painfully familiar. What wasn’t so familiar was the thickening emotion in his words. If she hadn’t known better, she’d have said that Kaleb had been aroused by watching her touch her body. How long had he been standing in the bathroom doorway? Had he seen her examining her breasts, perhaps? He must have done, she decided, her pulse quickening. That was why he was looking at her with such raw passion in his eyes.She made herself turn her head and look away from him and for a long moment the silence stretched between them. She knew she ought to grab a towel to cover herself, but something—some perverse desire to taunt him, maybe— kept her from doing so

His fingers slid over her shoulders and down her back, caressing her hipbones briefly, before moving on to her bottom. Filling his hands with the rounded globes, he brought her deliberately against him, rotating his hips so she was made unmistakably aware of the pressure of his erection."Do you feel that?" he asked, his voice thick with emotion. "Yes, of course you do. But do you have any idea what it’s like to be this close to you and not be a part of you?" "Kaleb—" "You drive me crazy," he went on, as if she hadn’t spoken, thrusting his thigh between her legs. "Stark, staring crazy, and I still want you even closer to me, under me, spreading your legs for me, to give me some relief from this torment you’re putting me through." "Kaleb—" "Do not try to tell me I don’t know what I’m saying," he snarled. "I know. I know, Sasha. Believe me." "Kaleb, please—" The husky tone of her voice vibrated through him, but he was too far gone to listen to reason. He'd missed her damn much and

His eyes narrowed, then dropped lower, until he was staring at her stomach, although the pregnancy wasn't visible yet, and she felt the force of his shock, the reverberation of his confusion. It slammed into the room, slammed against her, and if she weren’t so consumed with her own feelings she might almost have felt sympathy for him."Yes." She answered the unspoken question, her voice slightly shaky as she repeated her words. "I’m pregnant." He was silent for no more than a split-second. "Congratulations," he said evenly. "Who’s the lucky man?" Sasha stared at him. "Excuse me?" "The father," he explained. "Of your child." Sasha shook her head in disbelief and the French plait in her hair felt as heavy as lead as it snaked down her spine. Even in her very worst nightmares she could never have dreamed that he would be so insensitive. "Why, you are—of course." she said. "You are the father," His eyes swept shut, almost as if he could wipe this meeting from reality, as if he would