Mountain Man Protector – A Surprise Pregnancy Read Online Natasha L Black

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 64527 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
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“How did you find this spot?” she asked, gesturing out over the view in front of us. We were at a little overlook about half a mile from the cabin, shaded in by trees that were so overhung with moss it looked like they had their own hairdos.

“It was Bucky. He got away from me one day, and when I tracked him down, he was just sitting on the ledge, looking out over the view.”

“He’s a dog of taste,” she said, grinning.

I smiled, thinking about how it had actually been Bucky who had brought us together by walking up to her that day at the market. If not for him, I didn’t know that I ever would’ve noticed her, and then remembered her when I saw her outside my cabin. “That he is.”

I took the opportunity to relish her and how beautiful she was. Opening her eyes, she smiled, holding out the bread to me. Instead of taking it from her, I leaned in and ate it from her hand, going as far as to lick soft cheese from her fingers. I loved the way it triggered one of her easy blushes.

“I have to admit, I had no idea you had the romantic gene,” she said, pulling her fingers away from my mouth.

I had a minute to decide what to do with the prompt, and I knew that the choice would define the rest of how we related to each other.

“Yeah. It’s recessive,” I said, unable to look at her as I looked down at my feet. “I guess that’s what happens when your dad walks out on you and your mom before he shows you any affection.”

I didn’t look at her, but I could feel her pull her knees into her chest. “Do you know why he left?”

I chanced a look at her. “He and my mom were young and wayward when they met. She grew up here, but she ran off to Memphis the first chance she got. Wanted to go to Graceland and all that.”

She nodded at me, smiling invitingly for me to continue. The fact that she wasn’t interjecting anything made me feel like I had the liberty to share, as opposed to being forced to share.

“My dad was a barback for one of the blues clubs out there, and they met when my mom became a waitress. They were young and into music and the scene out there, and they didn’t have a lot of money, but they wanted to follow their dreams. And then I came along.”

I’d thought this over so many times that it had long stopped hurting, but something about opening up to her brought the tears to my eyes. I blinked them away as I told her the whole story.

“Both of them were pretty into drugs at that point—heroin, I think. That whole rocker lifestyle. But when my mom found out she was pregnant, she decided she was going to get clean, and she did. And she asked my dad to, but he mostly half-assed it, just like he half-assed being a dad.”

“Do you remember him?” They were her first words in a while, and they were quiet and gentle.

“A little. I remember that he would play guitar to get me to sleep and that he was fun. But I also remember him being asleep on the couch and not being able to wake him up. That was when he was high, I think.”

“How old were you when he left?”

“Around seven,” I said. “And the thing was, he hadn’t been present enough in my life for me to really notice the difference. My uncle Rick, who lived out here, had been more a dad to me than he ever was. But my mom…” My throat tightened, as it always did when I thought of the young woman who, even in the midst of addiction, had had eyes that shone with love and beauty for her son.

“How did you end up out here with Rick?” she asked.

“My dad’s leaving did something to my mom. She just never was able to get past it, and she relapsed pretty quickly after that. Rick came out to Memphis to try to take care of us, and he moved us from the really shitty apartment where we’d been staying to a better one. He sent us money to pay rent and got us on food stamps, but none of it was enough.” I swallowed hard. “I was the one who found her when she OD’d. I’d come home from school, and there was a pot of pasta that was overcooking on the stove, so I went to turn it off, but when I called for her, she didn’t answer. Then I found her in the bathroom.”

I practically felt her soft exhale.

“I went to the neighbor—he was this really nice older guy who would sometimes sit with me and teach me chess while my mom was at work. He was the one who called the police, and then Rick. He came out that night to bring me back to the Ridge.”


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