Page 7 of Wrong Number, Right Mechanic (Wrong Number, Right Guy #12)

Lyla

Two months later

“It’s about damn time you two came to your senses!” Mom said from across the table, one of her home cooked meals spread out before us. Another one of Jaxon’s favorites, tacos. Taco night was a big deal, and you always needed all the toppings, or it wasn’t good.

And my mom went all out. From three different salsas to two different cheeses, to several types of shells, there was something for everyone and always enough to feed an army.

“Did you pick a date yet?”

“No, he just asked me last night. Slow it down, Mom.”

“Or hold your horses, as I like to say.” Jaxon smirked, and I wanted to throw my napkin at his head. How was this man my fiancé?

I still can’t believe he got down on one knee last night.

And the ring? I couldn’t even describe its beauty. That’s how amazing it was. Jaxon nailed it, remembering the ring I’d wanted since I was a little girl. A big ruby surrounded by diamonds on a silver band and that’s exactly what he delivered.

“Well, get to planning you two. I’ve waited long enough for this wedding and I’m not getting any younger.” Mom winked at us before diving into the taco she made. After swallowing the first bite, she said, “I want grand babies too. I’ve been waiting. ”

“Okay, Mom, now you really need to slow it down.”

“I missed your tacos, Mrs. Wilkes. So yummy.” Jaxon changed the subject, and I shot him a grateful look.

“Please, call me Pam, Jax, for the love of God.”

I snickered behind my glass and stuck my tongue out at Jaxon. He loved to turn on the charm, especially around my mother, but the funny part was she wasn’t having any of it.

“Okay, okay, Pam. Or should I say Mom?” Jaxon winked at me and my cheeks flushed. I still couldn’t get the dirty sex we had before coming here out of mine.

Jaxon lifting me up in the air and onto his shoulders as he ate my pussy out like it was the last meal he’d ever get. The way he looked up at me, like he wanted to devour me whole, set my soul on fire. How did this man elicit so much pleasure in me?

We were like two bunnies, unable to stop, having sex every chance we got. It was better than I remembered and so deliciously dirty. I couldn’t get enough.

“Mom is fine by me.” She grinned. “It’s good to see your faces. You two need to come over more often, okay?”

Jaxon and I exchanged knowing looks and laughed.

Mom’s face flushed. “I once was a young lady, too. Let me rephrase what I said. When your honeymoon phase is over and you start keeping your hands to yourselves more often, come over more often.”

All three of us erupted into laughter, the sounds bouncing off the walls of Mom’s kitchen.

I’d been staying at Jaxon’s, most of my stuff now over there, as it was easier than having to grab things all the time.

While Jaxon spent his days at the car shop, I worked on my online business, getting everything set up before launching the site and going public.

I featured some of my completed artwork ready for sale along with some custom pieces I could do per order.

Worrying mixed with excitement kept me up some nights, but Jaxon was a great support, along with my mom, both willing to help at a moment’s notice.

“Probably won’t be a for a while, but we’ll come over more. No reason we can’t make more time for you. Right, Lyla?” Jaxon winked at me and now my cheeks flushed hot.

“Of course. Besides, I want you to help me plan my wedding. So, you’re going to get sick of me.”

“Never. I’d love to help plan.”

We ate and chatted and soon dinner was over, and I helped Mom wash the dishes while Jaxon put items away. While wiping down the table, a wave of dizziness came over me and I sat in a chair, my head down. “Ugh.”

“What’s wrong?” Jaxon appeared by my side instantly, his face etched with concern.

I waved him off. “Oh, nothing. I got a little dizzy. Probably need to drink some more water.”

“I’ll go grab you some. Don’t move.”

As Jaxon fetched water, the room swam more, and a wave of nausea hit me sideways.

“You look very pale, sweetie. Are you okay?” Mom rubbed my shoulder.

“I don’t feel so good.” I covered my mouth with my hand and ran to the sink, the contents of my stomach emptying with swift force.

Both were beside me seconds later as I threw up again and again.

Jaxon and I stayed at my mom’s as I continued to get sick over and over. Finally, by the time the sun rose, I became dehydrated and exhausted, unable to hold even water down. Jaxon drove me to the hospital where they admitted me and put on IV fluids, along with medication, to stop the vomiting.

A couple of hours later, it all made sense when the doctor delivered life changing news.

I was pregnant.

With twins.

And it all started with one phone call.

THE END

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