My baby daddy (baby daddy series #1) {COMPLETED}

CHAPTER SEVEN | MOVING IN

Wendy POV

After dinner with the Winston brothers, I had not even had time to say anything before Damien had dragged me into a car with Jaxon following us. The mood was not at all like during dinner. Now it was tense and had a dash of anticipation. Damien seemed nervous, which surprised me. He was the great strong owner of one of the largest companies in the world, but now he appeared as a little boy who was going to ask a girl if she wanted to become a couple. This side of him didn't fit him at all... It was very cute though! He suddenly cleared his throat and gave me an uncertain glance.

"If there's something I can get you in your room, then you tell me okay?"

I looked at him with gratitude. He was really a kind soul. I put my hand on his arm assuringly.

"Thank you, Damien. But that won't be necessary."

"And why is that?" he asked with a slightly annoyed tone in his usually sexy and husky voice.

"Because this is just temporary, remember? I can handle myself and I only have a few more things to buy before my babies arrive." I answer calmly.

"You don't need to do this alone, we could-"

"We could what? Threaten my baby daddie to come back?" I interrupted.

I was annoyed at his comment. I was sick and tired of people telling me that I couldn't do this alone. I've been pregnant for roughly five months and I took care of everything myself. Why was it such a big problem for others to see and understand that I indeed could do this alone?

"I'm sorry. It's not my place to say anything about this. It's your life." he answers defeated.

I felt bad for snapping at him. I knew that his only desire was to help me, above all now when he knew that I was going to have three babies to take care off on my own. I sighed.

"I don't mean to snap at you, it's just... I've heard all my life that I'm not good enough and that I can't do s**t on my own. It's a very sore subject for me..."

"I know how that's like. My father was the same, always complaining about us sons. When our mom started drinking and one day disappeared, he got worse. He even beat us a couple of times. Believe me when I say that I know how it can feel and that you're never alone. We got your back, Wendy." he said and smiled. Warmth spread inside my stomach and my babies made a somersault. This time it actually hurt when they moved all at the same time. I gasped and clutched my left rib. Damien gave me a panicked look before he pulled over the car. He turned towards me with worry written all over his beautiful face.

"Are you alright? Should I take you to the hospital? Are you hurt? Are the babies coming? Oh God, oh God!" he ranted over and over.

He didn't calm down before I started chuckling at him and caressed his arm to get his attention.

"It's okay, Damien. My babies likes to move and sometimes they do it all at the same time and it hurts pretty bad. There's nothing to be worried about."

He breathed out and he visibly relaxed. It was adorable that he was this worried about me when he didn't even knew me. Jaxon knocked on the passenger car window and I pushed the button.

"Hey, why did you stop?"

"Your brother got a anxiety attack from my babies kicking me." I answered with a big dazzling smile.

"WHAT? Are you okay? Are you hurt?!"

Oh dear lord... They were like overprotective big brothers. 

"Okay, chill out. What am I, made of porcelain?" I asked and rolled my eyes. "It's just babies. They move occasionaly. It's no big deal. The only emergency in here is that I need to pee... ASAP!"

"Say no more." Damian said and started the car.

I felt like I was in fast and furious. Damian zig-zaged through the cars on the road and my stomach tingled because of the speed. I laughed, it felt like riding a roller coaster. It didn't take many minutes before Damian parked the car outside a high skyscraper. Large shiny windows surrounded the entire building. He jumped out of the car and opened my door like a true gentleman.

"Wow." was the only thing coming out of my mouth. My brain still hadn't taken in the beautiful exterior of the building.

*

We had just walked in through the front door. A shiny marble tiled floor greeted me. My mouth was constantly shaped in an 'O'. The living room was directly adjacent to the hallway and large windows showed a beautiful view of the city. The kitchen had dark interior with a large kitchen island in the middle. Along with the kitchen countertops stood all possible kitchen appliances. Bar stools were pushed in at the cooking liner and a large glass table stood at the far wall, probably there was to eat at when he had guests. In addition to that, I saw a corridor with several doors, probably that was where the bedrooms were located.

"It's not much... But I hope you're going to enjoy it here." Damian says awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.

"Are you kidding?! This is like a castle! Have you seen the view?! Oh my god this living room is amazing!" I rambled while moving fast in the apartment. I was like a kid with a sugar high, I never stopped talking and was fascinated by everything around me. Damian and Jaxon was just standing there, looking at me with amusement. 

"You have a number of options. As you already know, there are five other bedrooms besides my own. Feel free to take a look at all of them, would you later like to change rooms, we can always arrange it."said Damon smiling.

I nodded and began my search for the right room. The first room was dark red and had dark furniture, which was nothing for me. The second was green and I don't like green. The third was a large beige room, it reminded of a forest. The fourth was lightly purple and had no bathtub in the connecting bathroom, I chose it away. Finally, there was only one bedroom left. It was a little smaller and light blue with its own patio. A large king-sized bed with a dark blue bedspread stood at the short wall. A flat tv sat on the wall opposite the bed. Pastel colored flowers stood in a vase at a small desk. This was the room, I felt it. I smiled giddyly. I walked back to the brothers and smiled big. Damian was making coffee and Jaxon sat with his phone on one of the bar chairs. When they saw me, they both looked up at me.

"Did you find something good?" Damian asked.

"Yes, I have choosen my temporary room."

"Which one did you get?" Jaxon asked.

"The light blue smaller one." I answered and sat down beside him.

They both looked at me like I just said that I was born and raised on another planet.

"What? Did I do something wrong?" I ask anxoiously.

"No, no! It's just... That bedroom is smaller than the others and it's opposite of Damians." Jaxon answered. My mouth formed an 'o' shape.

"Why does it matter that it's smaller?"

"Most girls would take the biggest ones..." Jaxon answered in a low voice.

"Well, you should know by now that I'm not most girls. I don't need much to be comfortable. As long as there's tea, Captain crunch with berry flavour, books and a bed, I'm good."

"Captain crunch? What are you, five?" Jaxon laughed.

"Hey! My babies crave them okay? And they're five months, it's acceptable." I say and shrug my shoulders.  Jaxon keeps laughing and Damian smiles at us. Damian turns back towards the coffee maker.

"You want some?" he asks me.

"Are you an i***t, Damian? She's pregnant, she can't drink coffee!" Jaxon exclaims like a expert on the subject.

"Shut it, asshole!" Damian answered and all I could do was laughing at their banter. 

"It's very nice of you to ask, but Jaxon is unfortunately right. I can't drink coffee anymore." I say sadly.

"Can I get you something else then?"

"Tea, if you have it."

He nods once and begin to prepare my tea. Jaxon helps me up from the chair and walks me towards the couch in the living room before he walks back into the kitchen. The babies are kicking me furiously and I cringe from the pain. I caress my stomach but they don't stop. My moodswings makes an appereance and this time I'm angry.

"Okay, you listen now and you listen good you little shits... If you don't stop what you're doing right now and settle down, I swear to God, there's no more Captain crunch for a month." I growl at my stomach. Strangely enough, it works just fine and they immediately stop beating my inside. I turn my head to the kitchen. The two of them standing there, staring at me with open mouths.

"What?" I ask them.

"Did you just scold your babies?"

"Yeah? They were hurting me with their kicks." I answered casually with a shrug of my shoulders. Jaxon laughed and had to make an effort to bring air into his lungs.

"You're going to be one hell of a mother, Wendy!" he wheezed out.

"That's the plan." I said smirking.

*

It's late when Jaxon leaves the apartment. Me and Damian are sitting opposite each other on the couch. Nobody says anything and the mood quickly becomes very embarrassing. That's why I get up.

"Well, I think it's time for me to get to bed. Thank you so much for everything you do for me, I really appreciate it." I say and give him a kiss on the cheek of gratitude before walking towards my bedroom. I'm really great because I'm running away from such a situation, I know. But what would I have said? It had just ended with me word vomiting. It's not a risk I was willing to take. Instead, I prepare for the night and crawl into bed. The thoughts begin to spin in my head about everything between heaven and earth. Jake, Damian, Jaxon, Steve... It's hard for me to accept everything that's happened. Especially considering I've been through it all alone all the time. There is a limit to how much a person can take and my limit was passed long ago. I don't need anyone to solve all my problems for me and spoil me. The only thing I need is someone who can imagine giving me a hug after a long day and tell me that everything is going to be fine. Is that too much to ask? Sometimes it feels like it is. I'm not a bad person. I am generous, caring, sympathetic, friendly, loving... I almost must have been a dictator in my last life, considering how I am now tormented by my tired and worn-out mind. It's a good thing I have the Winston brothers with me anyway. It warms to know that at least two people are behind me in my choices I make in my life. Damian, he's really dreamy. Right now, I could have done anything to have him next to me... Yuck! Come on, Wendy! What's wrong with you? Stop being dirty. Although I scold myself, I fall asleep with a topless Damian I my thoughts.