Chapter 25

Samantha's POV:

I remained seated in my car waiting for Nate, sobbing silently. After some time, I heard a tap on the window. It was Nate. I unlocked the car door for him to enter. He looked more stressed than me, his hair was disheveled and he was trying to catch his breath.

Did he run and come all the way? 

"Come here, baby." He immediately pulled me closer and hugged me tightly. I clung on to his neck, sobbing more and he kept running his fingers through my hair, not asking a single word and that was all I needed right now.

"I'm scared out of my mind right now, Sam. Are you physically hurt or something?" he asked, pulling back and running his eyes all over my body with a concerned look on his face.

"No but I must probably smell of puke." I sniffled, wiping my nose with the back of my hand. He took a tissue from the glove compartment and wiped my eyes, nose, and hands clean. 

"You smell amazing, baby. Do you want to tell me what happened?" he asked in a soft voice which made me almost melt.

"Yes but first, take me home." I mumbled and he kissed my forehead. 

"Sure, it's going to be fine." He stated and immediately settled himself in the driver's seat and started the car. The entire ride was filled with silence and I fell asleep as the tiredness took over me.

I slowly opened my eyes and pulled the sheets over my body, letting out a relaxed moan. 

Wait a minute!

I woke up with a jerk and realized that I was in my bed and my clothes were changed into comfy PJ's. I checked the time on my phone which was on the bedside table. It was 6 pm.

I almost slept through the day.

Slowly the events of today came rushing to my mind and I groaned, rubbing my forehead. 

My dad.

Nate.

I got out of the bed immediately and rushed downstairs to find him seated on the couch with his laptop. He looked like he was working on something serious as his eyebrows were scrunched together. He noticed me walking towards him and his face broke into a huge grin, making my heart warm instantly. He placed the laptop beside him and pulled me on to his lap. 

"Hey, sleepy-head. How are you feeling?" he asked, placing a small kiss on the side of my head. 

"Much better. A bit hungry actually," I sighed, snuggling closer towards him to feel his warmth.

"Let me cook you something," he was about to get up but I stopped him.

"Not now. Later." I mumbled with a pout and he chuckled, pulling me closer. 

"Alright, as you wish." 

"What are you working on?" I asked, pointing towards his laptop.

"Just catching up on some office work. I can do it tomorrow too." He replied and I nodded in understanding. We stayed like that for a while and the room was filled with the sounds of our breaths.

"So I take it that you didn't get the job today," he started and I pulled back from his chest. 

"There was no job, Nate. It was all a plan. I-I saw my dad today," I stuttered a bit and his eyes went wide. 

"Shit! And what do you mean by no job?" 

"Yeah, it was complete bullshit." I told him everything what happened and noticed his face turning red with anger. He looked like he was ready to punch something and I placed my hand on his chest.

"That fucking bastard! He is so dead. I don't care if he is your father, Sam. He had no right to treat you like that. God, I can't fucking believe it." He looked so impatient and I could understand his anger. 

"I know. He has a sick way of showing his care. I don't ever want to see him again." I muttered, running my hands all over his chest, trying to calm him down, "And then I was out of that room and threw up since I was feeling nauseous." I finished with a frown and he looked at me with almost tears in his eyes.

"Fuck, I should have been there with you, baby. I'm so sorry." He whispered, caressing my cheeks and I cupped his face. It wasn't even his fault and the fact that he cared so much about me made my heart melt. 

"I'm glad you came later. I must have been a crying mess," I chuckled a bit and he hugged me closer to his chest. 

"I don't care. Also, would you mind if I punch your dad?" he asked in a serious tone, making me laugh.

"At this point, I don't care honestly but let's just forget about this whole nightmare. It's stressing me out." 

"Alright but if I see him anytime sooner. Consider him a dead man." He grumbled and I could see the nerves popping out on his neck, "Do you still feel nauseous? We could go to the hospital," he suggested after a while but I shook my head.

"I'm good now. It must be something I ate in the morning," I sighed and stood up from his lap. He gave me a puzzled look.

"I'm hungry, Nate. Cook me something to eat." I whined, making him roll his eyes.

"Have I ever told you how controlling you are sometimes?" he teased, earning a glare from me.

"You love me anyway, Mr. Wilson." 

"That I do, Ms. Perez." He stood up and took my face, kissing me deeply. I moaned against his lips and pushed myself closer while his hands went to my ass automatically. I could feel myself getting wet so soon and he pulled back when my hands went down to his touch his cock.

"Woah, easy there tiger! Let's get some food inside you first." He winked and walked towards the kitchen, leaving me all hot and bothered. 

What was that?

I took a deep breath to calm my raging hormones. I followed him to the kitchen and sat down behind the counter. 

"How are really feeling, baby?" he asked while cracking open some eggs in a bowl. I could see the muscles on his arms flexing as he kept whisking the eggs and I couldn't help but drool at the sight of my sexy boyfriend.

"Huh? Yeah, so much better and that's only because of you." I smiled, gazing at him lovingly.

"Happy to be of service, milady." He grinned widely and continued to cook. 

"If you weren't in my life right now, I have no idea who I would have called. Y-you are all I have, Nate. And I'm so grateful to have you in my life." My voice started to break and he kept staring at me intensely. He immediately came to my side and stood between my legs, taking my face between his hands. 

"I'll always be there for you, baby girl. I don't care about your mom or dad or anyone but I'm telling you now, I am your family and everything you want me to be," he whispered and a single tear rolled down his cheeks. This was the first time I was seeing him cry and my heart broke at the sight of him crying for me. 

"I love you so much, Nate Wilson." I cried, kissing his lips. He kissed me back, wiping my tears. My stomach growled in hunger and we both started to laugh at the sound of it.

"Okay, let me finish cooking before you get hungry and eat me instead." He chuckled and continued to chop the onions. 

"When are you going to move in?" I called out, walking towards the refrigerator to find something to munch on in the meanwhile. 

"This weekend."

"I can do it tomorrow since I have nothing to do." I replied and heard no response.

"What happened?" I asked, appearing inside the kitchen, eating a bar of chocolate. 

"Do you miss going to work?" he asked, with a pout and I licked my lips.

"Yeah I do but I'm thinking of having some me time and then try again after a week or something," 

"That sounds good. We could even go on a vacation or something," he suggested and my eyes lit up in an instant. 

"Yes! that would be amazing." He gave me a smile and placed a plate with a Spanish omelet in front of me. 

"That's it?" I pouted and he let out a throaty laugh. 

"Eat this for now. We can order pizza or Chinese for dinner," he smiled, knowing me so well and I blushed a deep shade of red. 

"You are the best." I winked and started to eat. He came closer towards me and wiped the chocolate from the side of my lips. He licked it off his thumb, his intense gaze not leaving me and I swallowed hard, squeezing my thighs together.

"Stop looking at me like that." I mumbled, shyly, tucking a piece of my hair behind my ears. He smirked, running his eyes all over my body while I shook my head with a small smile "Wow, have they always been this huge?" he asked in a fascinating tone and I lifted my eyes to see what he was talking about. 

"What?" I asked with my mouth full of food.

"Your boobs." He pointed towards my breasts. I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion and looked down. 

They indeed looked big.

"I don't know." I shrugged and continued to stuff my face with food.

"Well, they usually look kinda big when you are on your period." He stated which was true. 

"I'm not on my period." I replied almost immediately and that's when I realized something and stopped eating with the fork hanging midway in the air.

I'm not on my period.

Fuck.

I didn't get my period at all.

"Oh my god! Nate?" I called out to him, blood draining from my face. He came and stood in front of me with a frown on his face.

"What is it?" 

"My b-boobs..." I stammered, not able to form a proper sentence.

"Baby, the bigger the better for me. Would you relax?" He winked playfully and I smacked his arm.

"Ow! What was that for?" he whined, rubbing his arm.

"I think...I think I might be pregnant or something. I'm late." I finally said it out loud, not meeting his gaze.