Chapter 21 CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
EMILY’S POV
Emily muttered a quick apology before removing herself from Stefan’s arm. She tries to sidestep him, but he blocks her way, observing her calmly.
“Are you not going to congratulate me?” he said, grinning.
Emily sighed, blustering a fake smile on her face. ““Well!! Congratulations Stefan,”” she grumbled out.
““Thank you,”” he says mockingly.
Emily simply rolled her eyes, before moving past him. His hands on her arms stopped her. She turned, glaring at him.
““What do you want?”” Emily asked Stefan, annoyance clear in her tone.
“How’s the babies?" he asked, glancing down at her stomach.
Emily snatched her arm away from him, glaring at him intensely.
“Really?,” Do you care about them now?
““Look, we both know all these are your fault.”” You brought this upon yourself. Stefan snarled.
““Stefan, it’s over.”” Why don’t you let me be Emily gritted out.
You know what Stefan says lowly, leaning down, his cold eyes on her. “ You are a parasite, bringing trouble wherever you go. Very soon, this pack will see you for what you are.”
Before Emily could respond, the screeching sound that is Kimberly’s voice interrupted them.
“What’s going on here?” Kimberly asked, a forced smile on her face as she glances at both Emily and Stefan.
Nothing, Emily mutters, leaving them behind as she walks hastily out of there.
She walks home, wishing she had brought a jacket with her as the cold air nipped at her skin. She sighed, replaying the sight of Roman dancing with Sheila over in her head.
““Why don’t you tell him you like him?””Chaira questioned, her voice ringing out in Emily’s head.
““It’s confusing, Emily said, talking out loud.”” Roman’s the only one I have now, I don’t want to lose him.
“You should try telling him, you really don’t know what you are holding back on, " she said, before retreating back to wherever she goes.
Emily rubbed her hands together, walking faster. For some reason, she felt uneasy, she glanced back, looking around but nobody was in sight.
She could have sworn, she heard footsteps behind her just now.
She felt like someone was watching her.
She breathed a sigh of relief as her house came into view. Suddenly, large hands wrapped around her eyes. Emily screamed, using her elbows to dig into whoever it was.
The hands covering her eyes, left her. She turned, surprised to see Roman bent over, his eyes squeezed tightly as he clutched his bleeding stomach.
Oh my God Emily mutters, rushing towards him. Why would you scare me like that she says, hitting him lightly on his shoulders.
I am sorry Roman grumbled out, laughing, before hissing as he clutched his stomach. Emily rushed him into the house, sitting him down on the couch before hurrying to get the first aid box.
By the time she came back, Roman had taken off his shirt, his head bent down, as he tried to peel off the bloodied bandage.
Let me help, Emily said, kneeling down between his opened legs, before slowly removing the bandage.
“Why did you leave?” she asked, noting that his stitches had reopened.
“Tired, and you were not there, so no reason why I should be.””
Emily glanced up at him, pressing down a bit hard on his wound.
Roman groaned, before grinning down at her.
“So, you left Sheila," Emily said sneakily, trying to see how Roman felt about her.
“Yes,” he replied simply.
“You know she likes you right?” Emily said.
Roman didn’t say anything, instead he leaned back on the couch, prompting Emily to move closer, her breast pressed against his dick.
She tried to hide her blush, as she leaned closer, telling him to raise his hands, so she could unclip the bandage.
Emily cleaned the stitches, properly sewing it up, before rebandageing it.
““All done,”” she says, packing all the tools back into the first aid box.
““Thank you,”” Roman mutters, looking down at the bandage, before glancing at her.
She moves to stand, but Roman drags her down, her butt landing on his lap.
Emily blushes, her hands on his hard chest.
“What is it?" she whispers, refusing to glance at Roman.
“Can I feel your stomach?” he asks bluntly.
“What?” Emily asked, looking up at him.
““The babies,”” he responded. Glancing down at her stomach, I want to feel them.
“Oh!!!” Emily says dumbly, blushing deeply.
She nodded her head shyly at him, biting her lips.
Slowly, Roman brought his hands to her stomach, smiling as he rubbed gently on it.
Emily gasped as her babies kicked hard against her stomach, responding to Roman’s touch. They both glanced at each other, wide eyed, before laughing out loud.
““How long have they been doing that?”” he asked, rubbing her stomach.
““For a while now”” Emily responded, shifting her butt.
“I have been thinking,” why don’t we start building their crib, we have about three months before they come and yet we are nowhere prepared.
““I have been thinking about that too,”” Emily said, very aware of Roman’s hands slowly drifting towards her waist.
Roman’s hands plant themselves firmly on Emily's waist, drawing her closer to him. Emily flattens her hands on his chest, her heart beating widely at how close they were.
Briefly her mind wandered to Sheila, guilty. Here she was, sitting on the lap of the same man she had given her the go ahead to be with. She moved to stand up, but Roman held her waist firmly.
“Please!!! just stay with me a little,”” he said, resting his head against her shoulders.
Slowly, she raised her hands up, going towards his hair as she gently ran her hands through it.
““Do you miss Bella?”” she asked him, her mind going to the letter she hid in her purse.
““Yes,””Roman said, chuckling.
““I am sorry,”” she apologized, the guilt she had tried burying far down, surfacing with a vengeance.
“It’s not your fault," he says, bringing his head up from her shoulder.
They stare at themselves, Emily’s hands running through his hair slowly. She gasped, as his hands drift to her butt. Swiftly he crossed her legs around his waist, her gown riding up to her butt. She blushed hard, hiding her face on his shoulder.
““Emily, Roman whispered,”” his low voice flowing through Emily’s body.
““Yes, she whispers back,”” raising her head up, her eyes briefly glancing down to his lips.
““Can I kiss you?”” he whispered out, his husky voice ringing down to Emily’s core.