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The only thoughts running through her mind that night were of having a night free of stress and worries and filled with fun. And perhaps a little lot of pleasure. And fun and pleasure she got.
His name was Killian. He insisted on her remembering it before they were hammered, claiming a gentleman always shared his name with the woman he spent his evenings with, no matter the circumstances. And gods was his name the most amazing thing to moan out in the midst of ecstasy; especially after her third orgasm. That man knew how to keep a woman happy.
Their escapade started with him rescuing her from a rather unwanted and unwarranted creep constantly trying to flirt with her, playing the boyfriend card just long enough to make the weirdo scuffle off with a bruised ego. She thanked him with idle chat over a drink she bought him until the next thing she knew, they were huddled in a booth, well on their way to drunk, laughing their asses off. In moments of more lucid awareness, Emma found herself leaning into his space, fingers tracing along the vein in his neck or down the half unbuttoned collar of his dress shirt, brushing over the dark hair barely visible in the low light offered them.
Hands began to wander, warm, surprisingly soft lips found her neck, and her fingers buried themselves in his even softer hair, her tugging only increasing in urgency as she felt her body react to his ministrations. In a matter of minutes their tabs were paid off and she was pulling him into a waiting taxi, her hands slipping under the hem of his now rumpled shirt as he gave the driver his address, the last word enunciated with a groan as she not so gently bit his neck.
It was a miracle they kept their actions mostly public friendly on the ride back when, in comparison, she had Killian pressed against the wall of his apartment as soon as he shut the door behind them, her lips crashing down on his in a bruising kiss. Their movements were only slightly fumbled from the alcohol in their blood as he picked her up, her legs around his waist anchoring her in place, and he carried her across his rather large and very nice abode to his bedroom and the massive bed waiting for them.
She wasn’t sure she’d be able to move in the morning. That man had a wicked tongue and he knew how to use it. And his fingers. Dear lord, she could swear he was even better with those digits of his. Killian had skill and he knew it. Not to mention enough courtesy to leave a woman not wanting.
Emma woke just as the sun was rising, planning on dressing and disappearing before he would know any better, only to be disappointed when she felt him stir behind her, followed by warmth blow across her back as lips brushed across her shoulder blade.
“What’s the rush, love?” Her stomach flipped. Was that what his voice seriously sounded like? Her hungover brain couldn’t remember it sounding so perfect the night before.
“One person usually leaves after a one-night stand,” she pointed out, stifling a yawn as she stretched and turned over to look at him.
“Fair point.” Killian chuckled, the noise still filled with sleep. “Do you mind allowing me to be a gentleman one last time by making you breakfast before you go?”
After a moment’s thought, she smiled and hummed her agreement, figuring it wouldn’t hurt to let the gorgeous Brit lying next to her feed her before she left and most likely never saw him again.
A month later, much to Emma’s horror, she’d discover that the free breakfast wasn’t the last thing Killian had to offer her. She was late. Two weeks late, to be exact. She refused to believe it, too scared to take a test to confirm what deep down she already knew. It was another two weeks before she finally forced herself to confront the truth; morning sickness was a telltale sign that was almost never wrong.
The instant she saw the little plus sign on the plastic stick she started to freak out. How the hell did she get pregnant? What was she supposed to do? She couldn’t do this alone! She can’t raise a kid by herself. But how the hell was she supposed to tell Killian? That night was the only time she’d ever seen him and they never exchanged numbers.
What the fuck was she supposed to do now?