Chapter 176: Raw and Unpolished (4)
Nick’s POV
"We’re screwed..." Georgia muttered, her voice breathless against my chest.
I sat up, reached for the tissue box on the side table, and handed her a few before pulling out and cleaning myself. My brows furrowed. Screwed? What the hell was she talking about?
"What do you mean?" I asked, still distracted by the mess I was trying to wipe away.
She did not answer me. Instead, she shot up, snatched her phone from her bag, tapped furiously, and then shoved the screen right in front of my face. My first thought was if she was mad at me? But why?
I squinted at the screen. A calendar covered in pinks, purples, and flowers. Cute, but confusing as hell.
"What exactly am I looking at?" I asked, clueless, while she started gathering her clothes, her movements rushed, almost frantic.
"Where is your bathroom?" she demanded, her tone sharp, impatient.
"Use the one in my room. It is bigger," I said, my confusion growing. "But tell me first, why are you showing me this? Is this... a scheduler app? Are we already planning our next date?"
She ignored me completely. "Where is your room?"
I stood and caught her by the arms, gently but firmly, because I could see the panic rising in her eyes. "Hey, hey... slow down. What is wrong? You look worried," I said as softly as possible while trying to make her look at me.
Her gaze finally snapped to mine, and she all but exploded. "I told you to pull out! You came inside me and—" She snatched the phone back and jabbed at the screen. "See this? That purple mark? I will be fertile tomorrow. As in hours from now!" Her voice broke with frustration. "Just tell me where your damn bathroom is so I can clean up and head out."
My brows pulled together. "Wait, wait... you’re fertile tomorrow, so your plan is to... leave?" I shook my head, still baffled. "That does not make any sense, Georgia."
She sighed so hard it was almost a growl. "I am going to the pharmacy to buy some emergency birth control pills. Then I will come back. So just please tell me where the freaking bathroom is." She spun on her heel before I could answer. "You know what? Never mind! I will find it myself!"
I could not help it—I leaned back against the armrest of the sofa, arms folded, smirk tugging at my lips as I watched her storm off. My wild, stubborn Georgia. The love of my life.
She flung open the nearest door—my home office. Wrong. Her shoulders tensed, then she marched to the next. Wrong again. It was the storage for cleaning materials and tools.
Door after door, she grew more exasperated, muttering under her breath, her messy hair bouncing with every sharp movement while still naked, just wearing her damn sexy black panties.
By the time she whipped her head toward me and glared, I had to bite my cheek to keep from laughing out loud.
God, she was beautiful even when she was furious. Maybe especially then. Too cute for my own good.
"Are you smiling? Tell me you are not enjoying this... Nicholas Knight! Where the hell is your bathroom? I am not kidding!" Georgia yelled, her voice full of panic, and that was it—I lost it. A chuckle slipped past my lips before I could stop myself.
She was adorable when she was mad, even more so when she was panicking. All this fuss over being afraid to get pregnant... and yet, instead of worrying, my mind betrayed me.
I could already picture her—round belly with my child, glowing, eating like a little monster with puffed cheeks and demanding snacks at midnight.
The image of her with a baby bump made my chest warm, and then the thought of a tiny version of me or her—a little Nick or another Katie, perhaps—running around and calling me "Daddy"... God, I wanted that with this woman in front of me more than anything.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Are you even listening to me?!" Her sharp voice snapped me out of my daydream.
She stood in front of me, hands on her waist, glaring, lips pressed into a thin line. Damn, she was sexy even when she was mad.
"I am not telling you," I said, smirking.
Her eyes went wide for half a second, then she exploded. With a fierce little growl, she grabbed her bag and swung it at me, landing a surprisingly strong hit on my shoulder.
I burst out laughing, dodging just as she tried again. "Hey, stop that! You’re just like my mom and Vicky! Why do women in my life always attack me with their bags?" I teased, stepping back but not too far, letting her chase me around like a storm in heels.
I could’ve easily outrun her, but where was the fun in that? Watching her cheeks flush, her hair bouncing as she tried to whack me again and again, hearing her chuckle mix with her outrage... it was better than any victory. She was fire and chaos, and I couldn’t get enough.
She suddenly stopped. Her knees gave in, and she slumped on the floor like a frustrated child, tears spilling down her cheeks. I should’ve been worried, but God, it was the most adorable thing I’d ever seen.
"Hey, baby, don’t cry..." I crouched in front of her and reached out to wipe her tears, but she slapped my hand away with a pout.
"You like bullying me!" she snapped.
I tried to keep a straight face but failed miserably. "I’m not bullying you, babe. I just... don’t understand why you’re panicking this much."
Her eyes widened, and she practically screamed, "Are you insane? Nicholas! I just told you—I’m fertile starting tomorrow and you came inside me! Did you skip SexEd in school? It means I could get pregnant, you jerk!"
That did it. I couldn’t hold it back—I burst out laughing again. She was so damn cute when she was mad, so fiery, so alive. My chest ached from laughing, and yet, at the same time, the sight of her teary eyes and flushed cheeks made me hard all over again.
Hell, my cock was still hanging out of my unzipped pants, and I hadn’t even tucked it back in.
Then she noticed. Her eyes widened in outrage, and she grabbed her bag to smack me again. "You pervert!"
I dodged the hit, still laughing. "Haha! If you’re going to get pregnant, then let’s at least make sure it’s a boy—since we already have Katie."
Her jaw dropped, and before she could hurl another hit at me, I swept her up into my arms and hoisted her over my shoulder like a sack of rice.
"Nick!" she shrieked, pounding her fists against my back.
Then she was quiet after a moment, probably still reeling from what I said. I smirked as I carried her toward the hidden door that led straight to my bedroom. She didn’t know it yet, but I wasn’t planning on letting her go—not now, not ever.
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Thank you for the Golden Tickets!
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