Fake It To Make It Pt 12 Final

Chapter Twenty-Three:

Nev

I locked myself into the bathroom and slumped onto the floor in a fit of tears. I should've gone out the front door, headed home, hid away for weeks. Now I know I have to face the music and I'm trapped in Beck's bathroom, which only makes things worse. If I'd have gone home I'd have the home court advantage. If I didn't want to talk about things I could just keep him locked out. There is no chance of that now.

"Nev?" Cici says quietly through the door, then gently knocks and I sob harder. I've let my best friend down. She's angry with me and probably furious with Beck. I can't even begin to know what he's thinking. I just blurted out that I'm pregnant. "Can I come in?"

I stare at the door letting tears stream down my face. I'm normally happy and well-put-together. But today I'm a mess. I've been a mess for weeks. I'm pregnant with the baby of a man who doesn't even know I've fallen in love with him. It was supposed to be fake to him, but it was real to me the whole time. I was probably in love with him before I even gave him the stupid idea. It was probably the entire reason I gave him that stupid idea.

"Nev? Love, please..." Cici knocked again so I got up and unlocked the door then sat back down leaning on the wall by the bathtub. The door opened slowly and she stepped in. She didn't look angry anymore. Now she looked sympathetic. Maybe she'd had enough time to think about the fact that she was going to be an aunt and that I screwed my whole fucking life up.

"Just don't say it." I covered my face and planted my elbows on my raised knees. I didn't want to hear her say "I told you so" because she was going to and it was true. She told me not to get wrapped up in Beck, not to let my emotions get the better of me. She told me when we were teens. She told me in college, and she told me weeks ago when she warned me that he was a user and a jerk. She was wrong about him being a user and a jerk, but protecting my heart should have been more of a priority.

"Wow, even the bathroom is so nice." I looked up at her to see her staring at the tile patterns. Beck spared no expense in getting this house into shape. He let me help him pick colors and patterns, and when I told him tile in the bathroom was better than drywall he listened.

"Yeah, he did a good job." I sniffed, then wiped my face with some toilet paper. "You're not mad at me?"

"Oh, babe. I was so angry but never at you. I thought Beck was using you. I thought he was mistreating you and manipulating you into some scheme to convince me he was changing. I didn't realize he was really changing." Cici grabbed my hand and squeezed it and I didn't have the heart to tell her she was entirely right, with one exception. I was manipulating him into getting my way with him and using her as the excuse for why I was doing it.

"You don't understand," I moaned but I couldn't actually explain that. The only thing I could do was take my lumps and walk this out. I was a mother now, and I had to be better than this.

"Help me..." I knew she meant well but I couldn't.

"Can you just help me get out of here without having to talk to Beck?" I reached for more toilet paper to blow my nose and she grimaced.

"You haven't told him? Like that was your way of explaining that you are pregnant?" Now I wasn't "Nev the girl being manipulated by her brother." Now I was "Nev, the girl who potentially was hurting her brother." I hated myself for that.

"Like, how am I supposed to say, 'The condom broke and you're gonna be a dad?' Cease, I can't have another abortion...." My heart burst out through my eyes in the form of even angrier teras as I realized exactly why I was holding back. I feared he would want me to get rid of it, and I just wouldn't.

"I think you should talk to him," she said quietly. "I'm gonna go get him." Cici started to stand but I grabbed her wrist.

"No please. God no!"

But it was too late. She pulled free of my grip and left the room. I heard quiet talking outside the door and I froze. Even my tears stopped. I was too afraid to feel sad anymore. And when Beck walked in and shut the door and sat down, I quickly dried my eyes and composed myself. I had no clue what to say to him now. The cat was out of the bag and it was angry and raging.

"I asked them to come back tomorrow for a do-over. They'll lock up. We can talk," he said as he sat next to me on the floor.

I felt like I should say something but I had no words. There was no way to tell him everything that I was thinking or feeling and even if I did it didn't matter. This was supposed to be fake and it got very real, very fast.

"When I was a kid, my dad and mom had an argument. I was like ten or something." He stretched his legs out and folded his hands on his lap. "I remember seeing Mom crying and Dad working on the car. I asked him what he did wrong, and he said he didn't respect her point of view the way he should have. He told me love is a two-way street and both people in the relationship need to be on the same page in order to make it work. He said communicating is the only way to do that.

"Nev, I'm so sorry that when you suggested we have a fake relationship, I led you on. I was so drunk I don't remember, but I know we had sex, and apparently it was unprotected. At first, there was nothing in it for me except for fucking amazing sex with a super hot chick."

His compliment made me smile even though I should have been the one apologizing. I let him continue without interrupting, but my heart wondered what he meant.

"At first..." He looked at me and sighed. "I know the fake relationship thing wasn't easy. Cici told me not to fuck with your heart. She told me you'd been in love with me for years and your heart was fragile. I didn't believe it until I saw that letter you wrote to Ezra." He reached for my hand and it dawned on me what he'd said.

"At first?" I asked, confused.

"Yeah... I mean, when we started hanging out and having dinner, fixing up this old place, something changed." He cupped my cheek and brushed a tear off my skin. "I must be a fool to think a woman of your stature would ever think twice about a man like me and I never believed Cici was telling the truth about how you felt about me, but I'm in love with you. How stupid am I? I fell in love with a frickin' supermodel."

"Wait, what?" I couldn't believe what he was saying. "You're in love with me?" My heart started to melt but I still couldn't let go and just believe it.

"I really am, and I never told you because I thought if I did you'd just end the arrangement and stop helping me. You'd be gone and I'd be alone. You're a supermodel, Nev. I'm just a banker."

"You're an incredible man, Beck, especially since you've taken control of your life and set your sights on being a better brother to Cici." I felt tears welling up, but he brushed them away as they came.

"You're really pregnant?" he asked, and I bit my lip. The moment of truth was here. I had feared this for long enough. It was time to get it over with.

"Yes, I am. I just didn't know how to tell you."

"Because of what happened before?" He looked directly into my eyes but I had no answer. All I could do was cry and nod. But Beck knew what to do. He leaned forward and kissed me hard and I wrapped my arms around his neck and let him pull me onto his lap. "I'm gonna be a dad? And you're okay with this?" His hands gripped my hips firmly and pulled me against his body. "Fuck, baby, I'm gonna marry you...."

I had no choice but to kiss him and sob and kiss him again and again. I was speechless.

Chapter Twenty-Four:

Beck

Nev had made me the happiest man on the fucking planet. I couldn't get over the surge of joy and emotion that swelled in my chest. I kissed her until my lips were raw and my dick was swelling and then I picked her up off the floor and carried her into my bedroom--soon to be Gran and Poppop's bedroom--where I had a brand-new king-sized bed delivered earlier today. I laid her on the bed gently, and lifted her shirt, pressing my lips to her stomach.

"Hey, little guy, I'm your daddy," I whispered and she cried again. "Just hang on... this is going to be a bumpy ride."

My fingers deftly worked at the button of her pants, sliding them down over her hips and off her feet with a satisfying rustle. I then carefully peeled off the layers of clothing that concealed her body - first the thin sweater, then the lacy camisole, and finally the delicate lace bra. With each article of clothing removed, her skin was revealed in all its smooth, ivory glory. She kicked off her socks as I quickly shed my own clothing, eager to feel her warm body against mine once again. In that moment, I made a vow to myself to never wear a condom again--this seductive woman, carrying my child inside her, belonged to me completely and forever. Every touch and kiss between us cemented our bond, solidifying our love and commitment to one another.

"Beck, I need you inside me. Now." Her words were like gasoline on my already raging fire.

Without a word, I spread her thighs apart, admiring the soft curves of her body. Her hips lifted instinctively, inviting me in as I positioned myself at her entrance. With controlled movements, I slid inside her, feeling the heat and wetness enveloping my throbbing cock. Our bodies joined together like pieces of a puzzle, moving in perfect harmony as we moaned in unison. The tight grip of her inner muscles sent shivers down my spine, intensifying the pleasure with each thrust. We were lost in our own world, consumed by the fiery passion between us.

Nev's sharp nails dug into my skin, leaving indents that would surely bruise later. She arched her back, taking me deeper inside of her with each rhythmic movement. Her breath was hot and urgent against my neck as she whispered commands for me to go faster, to hit her harder. My body responded instinctively, driving into her with a primal need to claim what was mine. Every thrust sparked a jolt of electricity between us, igniting a fire that could not be quenched. Her slickness enveloped me with each plunge, drawing me in deeper and deeper. As our bodies collided in a symphony of flesh against flesh, the world around us faded away and all that existed was the two of us in this moment of raw passion and desire.

"Baby," she panted, her eyes rolling back into her head. "I love you so much."

The possessiveness in her voice only made me thrust harder, deepening our connection even further. I never imagined this moment would come. I dreamed it would. I wanted it to, but I never believed it. Nev and I existed on different plains, in different worlds. It was a miracle I would never take for granted.

Never in my life had I felt this connected to another person. As our bodies connected, it felt as though our very souls were entwined. My orgasm neared so quickly, fueled by the fire of desire and the knowledge that she was mine, carrying our baby.

Her words spurred me on, igniting a need to feel her pulsing around me. But I wanted to savor this moment, the union of our hearts, not just our bodies.

I slowed my thrusts, pacing myself even as she whimpered for me to keep going. "Oh god, I was so close..."

"Don't worry. I'll make it happen. I just want us both to enjoy this. No need to rush."

With a wicked grin, I reached down between her thighs, finding her clit and rubbing in circles. Nev gasped and bucked her hips upward as she sought more friction. Her nails dug deeper into my back as her pussy constricted around my cock, squeezing me tightly.

"Oh, Beck. Fuck yes."

I continued to tease her, my fingers tracing patterns across her skin as I relished in the sweet moans tumbling from her lips. Each one was like a melody, calling out my name in a symphony of pleasure and desire. Nev's body responded eagerly, arching towards me with a longing that matched my own. I took advantage of her willingness, pushing deeper inside of her and finding her most sensitive spot with ease.

Her breaths came quicker now, each one punctuated by my name as she teetered on the brink of climax. Her body trembled around mine, signaling just how close she was to ecstasy. With an urgency that matched hers, I held on tightly and drove us both to the edge of bliss.

"Come for me, baby. Let me feel you come." With those words, she bucked her hips against mine and came apart in my arms, screaming my name as her pussy clenched around me like a vice grip. She writhed beneath me, panting and moaning, and I felt every contraction of her muscled walls around my girth.

"I love you," she gasped, her eyes locked on mine.

"I love you too," I managed between panting breaths. I couldn't remember the last time I'd said those three words to anyone else, but it felt so right saying them now.

Never in my life had I felt this connected to another person. As our bodies joined, it felt as though our very souls were tied together in this shared moment of crazy passion. The way her body moved against mine, the way her breathing synced with my own, it was as if we were two halves of a whole, finally complete.

"Oh, Beck. Fuck yes." The sound of her voice, moaning my name in ecstasy, sent chills down my spine.

Her nails dug into my back as I continued to pound into her, each thrust bringing us both closer to the precipice of bliss. The bed creaked under our weight as our bodies came together in a primal rhythm that only intensified the hunger between us. This was what we were meant for--this raw, carnal need for one another that transcended anything I'd ever known before.

My release came hard, my load flooding into her pussy. The knowledge that I was leaving my mark on her sent a wave of pride through me unlike any other. "God, Nev. You're mine," I growled into her ear as the last twitches of orgasm wracked through my body.

As her orgasm subsided, our movements slowed, but our connection remained just as strong. Our breaths were still ragged against each other's necks as we held one another, basking in the aftermath of our passionate encounter. Nev's grip on my back loosened slightly as she nuzzled into my shoulder, her skin damp with a sheen of sweat from our exertion.

I pulled out and let my sex drain from her, but I held her against my chest and kissed her sweat-slicked temple. "Oh my god, you have no idea how happy you've made me."

Her hand splayed on my stomach as she said, "Yeah?" She looked up at me and though her eyes were puffy and red-rimmed and her nose was pink and irritated from the toilet tissue she blew it with, she was still as gorgeous as ever. But she had no smile.

"Of course... Is that okay?" I pushed myself up onto one elbow and propped myself there as I hovered over her. Something was still wrong.

"It's my job obviously... I can't model if I'm huge. And Jeremy let me go. I never even got a chance to tell him I'm pregnant. He fired me because I was gaining weight." I saw the pain in her eyes and wanted to help, but I knew I had no power in that industry. Not even billionaire Drew Pratt could do much other than hire her and put his money behind her, which I would never expect him to do.

"Look, hey, it'll be alright. You'll take a break. When the baby is here, you'll find a new agent." I pushed the hair out of her eyes and peeled ringlets away from her skin.

"But I have to pay rent..." Her lip quivered and she bit it.

"Nonsense. You'll live with me. If you're not ready to move that fast with me, you can have your own bedroom. No rent, just promise to keep me sober and help me keep this place clean so Gran doesn't crack my knuckles." I chuckled and she sat up looking somber.

"Do you mean that? You'll let me stay here?" It sounded like she might start crying again.

"Let you? Baby, I want you forever. This is just one step in the journey. You're my baby mama now." I took her hand as she scowled at me.

"Don't ever call me that again." With one eyebrow raised she leaned down and kissed me and I couldn't help but grin.

"Okay, but maybe you're my sugar momma?"

She swatted at me playfully and straddled me and leaned down to nip at my mouth. "How long until round two? I'm so fucking horny for you."

"Ten minutes, but you can keep doing that in the meantime..."

Nev was a goddess and I was her worshiper. This would work out just fine. Everything had worked out just fine, better than I thought. I don't know why I ever doubted.

Chapter Twenty-Five:

Nev

Beck's new place was packed to the brim. I spent the better part of an hour just meeting new people--his staff, mutual friends of him and Drew, relatives that came in from out of state to visit with his Gran, and even the elderly woman from whom he bought the place. My feet were sore but my heart was full.

"Do we have any more of those finger sandwiches?" Beck was a bundle of excited energy and I couldn't figure out why. He was usually so laid back when it came to hosting people, but this time was different--I'd give him that. He mixed family and friends, and I knew firsthand how wrong that could go at times.

"On the kitchen counter. Bud, seriously. You're gonna give yourself a heart attack. Calm down." I chuckled at him and balanced the tray of empty glasses I carried and he pecked my cheek and touched my swollen belly. I had just started showing--didn't even need maternity clothing yet--but he couldn't get enough of it.

He raced off to the kitchen and I weaved through the crowd offering my tray to anyone who wanted to set their glass down. Beck insisted on stemware for his fifty-some guests. I had no clue what he'd do with them when this house-warming party was over. I had to convince him to buy half the amount he thought he needed and let me use the dishwasher on a fast wash cycle to keep them clean, the way they do in restaurants. As it was, he would have boxes of the things sitting around his house for years.

I was proud of how he'd pulled this off though. In less than two months he'd purchased, renovated, decorated, and filled this house. I helped with a lot of it but seeing him pour his heart into this project as he worked to get sober made me realize just how serious he was about it. And his hard work paid off. All of his guests, Gran and Poppop included, loved the place.

"Nev, you look tired. You should sit down and let me do that." Poppop rose from his seat in the recliner nearest the fireplace and tried to hobble over to me but I pointed at his chair and scowled at him.

"No, Poppop. You sit and I work. Beck already told you we can handle it. You visit with family." It was sort of fun helping take care of them. Gran and Poppop had been here a week already, released from the hospital about a month after her stroke. He never listened to anyone and always overdid it. But I imagined that taking care of a family for as long as he had made it difficult to give up the habit.

He slowly sank back into the chair and I headed to the kitchen to offload some dirty glasses and start the dishwasher for the second time this evening. I passed Beck on the way through and he kissed me again, and after setting the tray near the sink, I sat down on a stool and rubbed my right calf, and a moment later, Cici walked in.

"Hey, hon, you look tired. Let me help you..." She went straight to the tray of dirty glasses and I breathed a sigh of relief. Help from an old man was a no-no but help from my best friend I'd never turn away.

"My god, I've been on my feet since two this afternoon. I'm so tired. Why does being pregnant have to exhaust you so much?" I very much enjoyed the bit of relaxation just sitting brought me. I felt like I took chairs for granted.

"You're growing another human inside your body, Nev. Of course it's exhausting. You have a superpower; just take the right amount of time to rest and you'll feel better." She carefully rinsed the glasses and then dried her hands before unloading the dishwasher of the clean ones so she could put the dirty ones in there.