Dive into “Baby of Mine,” the first enchanting tale in the ‘Baby O’ Baby – Stand Alone Series,’ where drama unfolds and romance sparks. Join Noel Pentagraph on her journey to love, challenging the walls she’s built around her heart.
Summary.
This is book 1 of Baby O’ Baby – Stand Alone Series. Noel Pentagraph has had bad luck with men all her life. She hasn’t found that one, the one who can pull her out of herself and show her she doesn’t need a shell to hide behind. But she prefers to stay hidden inside her shell. Her best friend decides it’s time for her to come out of her shell, and introduces her to a side of herself she never knew existed. For one night, she agrees to come out. Who knew that would be the night she meets the man of her dreams? But will she be the woman of his dreams once he sees her back in her shell? -This book series is a Stand Alone Series, there are no sequels to any of the stories-
Prologue: Accidents Will Happen.
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
-September 13, 2019-
Noel Pentagraph sat in the cab’s backseat as it drove through the streets of her hometown. Her doctor warned her not to travel so close to her due date, but she wanted to have her daughter in the same town she was born in.
And it also put her far away from Quinton Saber.
She never wanted to see that lying, cheating bastard ever again. To think, she once thought she loved the man. Thought he was the one she’d waited twenty-six years for.
No, she may not have been innocent when they met, but she was faithful to him. And he was her first love. Isn’t that more important?
Her thoughts were so involved in her past that she never saw the car swerve into their lane—she never heard the cab’s horn or the squealing tires.
The impact threw her forward, and she hit her head on the metal cage separating the front seat from the back. She fell to the floor, unconscious. The car rolled a few times before settling in a ditch.
The car that had hit them was caved in; the driver’s head stuck out the windshield.
In the quiet of the aftermath of the squealing tires, crunching metal, breaking glass, and a rolling car, the rarely traveled road was almost dead with silence. All that could be heard was a bird’s song, and the chirping of crickets as the car in the ditch’s tires spun in the air.
Quinton Saber was driving down an unfamiliar road, searching for his ex. She may be a conniving bitch, but he couldn’t get her out of his head.
Maybe if he looked at her carrying another man’s child, he would be able to get her out of his mind.
His mind was so focused on Noel Pentagraph that he almost didn’t see the car in the middle of his lane. He swerved just in time to miss it and hit a tree on the other side of the road.
Five minutes later, Quinton slowly opened his eyes with a heavy groan. His head rested against the airbag, and he felt a drop of blood slide down his forehead. With a grunt, he touched the drop of blood, then fought with the airbag for a moment. He growled with anger and annoyance as he reached for the cupholder. He fumbled for his pocketknife, flipped it open, and angrily stabbed the airbag. Once the airbag was deflated, he tried to unfasten his seat belt. Once again, his knife came in handy as he cut the straps.
This is why he keeps a knife in his vehicle.
He shoved his door open and stumbled out of his car. He looked at the damage to his vehicle and grunted. It will be in the shop for a long time—if they can even fix it.
Probably not, since the airbag went off.
“Damn it,” he grumbled.
He looked over his once beautiful sports car. It was pretty much wrapped around the tree.
With a grunt, he walked to the road and crossed to the car in the middle of the lane, facing the wrong direction. He walked to the front of the car and felt his stomach churn. The driver’s head was through the windshield. He could tell by looking at it that if he tried the move the man, the glass would cut his head off. Better to wait for the fire department to help. Hopefully, the man won’t wake up before help gets here.
That’s if the man’s alive.
He walked closer to the car and gently placed his fingers under the man’s nose… Nothing.
Quinton could smell the heavy stench of alcohol and noticed the empty bottle on the passenger seat. He shook his head. He paused as something hit him upside his head. If this drunk idiot is in the middle of the street like this, that means he hit another vehicle.
He looked around and found the cab on its side in the ditch.
“Shit,” he grumbled.
He made his way to the car. By the looks of everything, the car had rolled a few times before settling in the ditch. Quinton pulled himself up the underside of the car and stood on the doors. He carefully moved to the driver’s window. The driver was held in place by his seat belt. Quinton carefully reached in and felt for a pulse at the man’s neck… Nothing.
“Fu*k,” he cursed.
“Mmmm.”
The mo*n had Quinton freezing where he was. That was a very familiar sound, but it couldn’t be her. God isn’t that cruel. Is he?
The mo*n came again, and Quinton quickly opened the back door. Inside the back of the cab—against the other door—laid the woman he’d once loved more than his own life. Until she betrayed him and got herself pregnant by another man.
But that was then, and this is now. And even though she’s very much pregnant with that man’s child, she needs him.
His heart soared when her eyes opened, and she looked at him. When they brightened with recognition, he could swear he saw tenderness in their depths. But then they turned cold as ice.
“Get away from me,” she growled at him.
“Noel,” he said, watching her. “You were in an accident.”
Noel looked around her and whimpered when a pain shot through her head. She touched the blood dripping from her forehead and mo*ned. She barely remembered flying forward and slamming into the rails.
“Come on.” Quinton held his hand out to her.
Noel shook her head. She wasn’t going anywhere with the cheating asshole.
“Noel,” he said with irritation.
“Don’t come near me,” she sneered.
He glared at her. “You have no reason to speak to me like that. Now, come on!” he growled as he moved gently into the car.
“I don’t?” she asked with a laugh.
“No,” he grunted. “You don’t.”
She snorted. “I have every reason to!” she shouted at him.
He took hold of her shoulders and stared into her eyes. “Can we get out of here? Then you can yell at me for no reason.” His eyes glared into hers as he sneered. “None that I can see, anyway.”
She screeched in anger. “I hate you!”
He snarled. “Feeling is mutual, darling. Now let’s get you the fu*k out of here!”
She whimpered and froze in place.
“What now?” he grumbled.
Speechless, she looked down at the front of her pants.
Quinton looked down and cursed. Her water broke.
“Aren’t you a bit early?” he asked, looking into her scared eyes.
Noel nodded. By about a week. But she wasn’t going to tell him that.
“All right, come on, let’s get you out of here.” He gently helped her up and through the open door. “Where’s the father?” he asked once they stood on the side of the car.
She looked at him, confused for a moment, then almost slapped herself. “You mean Oliver?”
“Yeah, him,” he grumbled.
Noel shrugged. “He’s back in New York.”
“What the hell are you doing traveling way out here alone?”
“I wanted to have my baby in my hometown.” She screamed when a pain shot through her body.
“Yeah, you’re going to be doing that, all right,” he grumbled.
He held her as the contraction had her doubled over, screaming.
“Right out in the middle of the road.”
She laughed once the contraction settled. “Like mother like daughter.”
He smiled. “You’re having a girl?”
She stopped laughing. “Yes.”
Quinton grunted at the change of tone in her voice. Why was she so hateful to him when she’s the one who slept with another man and got pregnant, then rubbed it in his face that her lover could knock her up and he couldn’t?
“How am I getting down from here?” she asked, looking down at the ground.
Quinton grumbled and jumped to the ground. He held his arms up to her and smirked. “Come on, cara. I’ve got you.”
She glared at him. “Do not call me that, and I am not jumping into your arms.”
He sneered. “Sit on your a*s and reach down to me.”
“Oh,” she said as she tried to sit. “That is very hard to do with this stomach in the way.”
He could tell by the sound of her voice how irritated she was. It made him smile—knowing she was irritated. Yeah, so it was cruel after what just happened, but fu*k, she deserved it. Still, he should have thought about her stomach before jumping to the ground and telling her to trust him when he wasn’t sure what he was doing. She has him so flustered he can’t think of much except how much she hurt him…
He heard dripping and looked at the gas tank.
“Ah, fu*k.” He looked back up at her. “Come on, cara. We need to get out of here.”
“I can’t,” she cried as she tried to sit again.
“Your child’s life is in danger!”
More than she realizes if they don’t find a way to the hospital before she has the child three months premature.
Noel took a deep breath and plopped herself down on her rump. A sharp pain exploded across her butt cheeks, but a few bruises were worth it to save her daughter.
“Now, come here.” He held his arms up to her again.
Noel looked down at the only man she had ever loved. If she could only tell him the truth. Tell him everything. But she can’t. He never loved her. She’s not rich enough for him, and he wants nothing to do with children. He’d told her once that he could not have kids, and he was glad. ‘Who wants the responsibility?’ he’d said.
Well, she does. Damn it! Then to see him with the rich and beautiful Ashly Angelette. Whose father is Italian like Quinton’s.
They’re both rich and beautiful, while she’s an ugly bumpkin.
“Slide toward me,” Quinton said, pulling Noel from her thoughts.
With a huff, she started to slide toward him, then screamed.
Quinton quickly pulled her into his arm as another contraction had her screaming and almost convulsing. He held her as he headed for the road. The contractions stopped when he got to the other side of the road.
“What are you doing out here?” she whispered.
Not that she’s complaining, exactly. She was grateful for him saving her, but why was he in this Podunk town? As he had called it.
“I’m here to see you,” he admitted.
She stared at him. “Why?” she whispered.
He looked into her eyes, but before he could answer, the cab exploded, sending them to the hard ground.
