Shattered Pride
Skye inched closer to Stefan, her lips covered his and when he slightly parted them she didn't pass up the chance to slip her tongue into his mouth. He didn't stop her either, instead he encouraged her as he began kissing her back, breathlessly. His hands tangling in her hair.
Her hands roamed over his clothed chest, he was like oxygen and she couldn't get enough. She pulled away and looked into his eyes. They didn't tell her no, they were filled with desire. She leaned back on the couch, on her back, her head rested on the pillow. Stefan climbed over top of her, shifting himself so he was laying on his side next to her, careful not to hurt her expanding waist line.
He lowered his head and she drank feverishly from his lips. Her hands undid the buttons on his shirt, exposing his chest. He ran his mouth over her neck, caressing the soft skin he found there.
Stefan's hand moved to the bottom of her sage colored top, tugging it up her body, over her round stomach, over her breasts concealed by her matching bra. He pulled away from her as he gently pulled the shirt over her head and discarded it on the coffee table.
His fingertips caressing her neck, down to the top of her breasts and farther down to her stomach. His hand lingered over the smooth, firm skin as though he could feel the force of life inside. His lips found Skye's again and he savagely kissed her. She felt him wanting to pull away, she wrapped her arms around him as her mouth continued to battle his.
Stefan released her lips as Skye let out a moan of protest. He eased himself up into a sitting position, he ran his hands over his face and through his hair. Skye sighed heavily and reclined back against the couch thinking that he would return to her. He sat with his head in his hands, finally she had enough.
Skye pulled herself up, grabbed her shirt up off the coffee table, got up and headed for the living room door. As she approached the door, it opened. Luke came walking in, he noticed Skye standing in nothing but her pants and bra, holding her shirt in her hand, "Good evening Skye."
"Evening Luke"
"It's nice to see you again" He looked her over, "All of you. I didn't know that you were expecting, but what the hell, congratulations anyway." Luke said with a smile.
"Thanks." Skye walked out of the living room and down the hall, Luke shut the door behind her.
"What the hell's your problem Vlad? Afraid you'll knock her up?" He said with roaring laughter.
Stefan finished buttoning his shirt up, "What do you want Spencer?"
"We'll talk about that in a minute. Skye Quartermaine, a very pregnant Skye Quartermaine, just left half dressed. What happened?"
Stefan just glared at him.
"You turned her down!" Luke said loudly, "Pregnant or not, Skye's very, very, well ya know."
"Lower your voice." Stefan demanded
Luke walked towards the bar, "Why? She's long gone by now."
"She lives here." Stefan said dryly.
"A Cassadine shacking up with a Quartermaine that spells nothing but trouble." Luke began fixing himself a drink.
"Skye is none of your concern."
"That may be true, but I just seen her and she is with child and I know from experience that she didn't get that way all by herself."
"Luke..." Stefan started.
Luke held his hands up in defeat, "Okay, okay, I get it, you don't want to talk about knocking Skye up. So I'll just tell you why I'm here."
"Please, by all means do."
Luke took a drink of his vodka, "I want to know what Lucky and Nikolas are up to in regards to Laura."
"How should I know?"
"Nikolas is your nephew."
"And Lucky is your son." Stefan pointed out.
"Come on Vlad, save us both some time and tell me what's going on."
"I don't know."
Luke downed the rest of his drink, "Well, if you're not going to tell me, I'm going to see some who will." He sat his glass down and headed for the door.
"Who?"
"Natasha." He answered and then he was gone.
Skye was in her bedroom at Wyndemere, she grabbed a suit case and threw it onto the bed, she opened it and then went over to the dresser, opened various drawers and began gathering some of her clothing.
Stefan was only interested in her because of the possibility that she could be carrying his child. He pulled away from her as they were about to make love. She had shattered pride.
She carelessly threw them in disarray into the suitcase, she then closed it and placed it on the floor. She made her way over to the closet and grabbed a brown suede coat and slipped it on. She walked back over to the bed, placed her purse over her shoulder, bent down and picked up her suitcase and then a plain white envelop and headed for the door.
Skye made her way down the hallway and placed the letter in Stefan's room. From there she quickly made her way out of Wyndemere and to the ferry. When she arrived at the docks he was there waiting for her. He met her halfway and when they were in touching distance she dropped her suitcase and threw her arms around him.
"I'm so sorry, please forgive." She sobbed into his shoulder. The comfort of his arms enclosed around her made her feel warm in the windy air and safe in the dangerous world.
He held as close as he could, stroking her hair with his left hand, "Everything's fine now, sweetheart." He whispered.
Skye pulled away from him, tears fell from her eyes, "I love you, Daddy"
He brought his hand up and wiped away her tears, "I love you too."
He bent down and picked up her suitcase, "You shouldn't have been carrying this."
"It's not that heavy."
He wrapped his free arm around her, "Are you ready to go home?"
"The question is are the Quartermaine's ready for me to come home."
"Of course, we're your family Skye."
Fifteen minutes later they arrived at the Quartermaine Mansion, Alan parked the car at the front of the house and got out. He went around and opened the trunk, getting Skye's suitcase out. She opened her door and slowly got out of the car, shutting the door behind her.
Alan picked up the suitcase and then went around and took Skye's hand, "Welcome home."
Skye smiled at her father and he then led her to the front door. When they reached the door, it opened wide, they walked in and Reginald took the suitcase out of Alan's hand and headed up the stairs. Alan still had Skye's hand in his.
She smiled, although a little in shock, she looked from left to right at the faces staring back at her. Edward, Monica, and AJ. She swallowed hard and was ready for them to bombard her with insults and criticism, she wanted to hold her breath until she turned blue.
Monica was the first to speak, "It's nice to have you back."
Skye was taken aback but none the less appreciative, "Thank you."
"Is there anything I can get you?" Monica asked.
"Umm, no I can't think of anything."
Edward walked over to Skye and wrapped his arms around her. Skye flinched, why was he being so nice to her? "Is there something the matter dear?" Edward asked her.
"No, everything's fine Grandfather." She assured him.
"You look like you need some rest, you and the baby should be well rested so i can take you shopping tomorrow."
"Shopping?" Skye questioned.
"Yes, for the baby's nursery."
"Right." Skye nodded.
AJ sighed, "Grandfather, lay off Skye she just got here."
AJ walked up and hugged Skye, "I missed you."
"I missed you too." Skye whispered back.
Skye settled into the Quartermaine home as comfortable as she possibly could, the night was long and she thought she would never see sunrise. She'd sleep for alittle bit and then wake back up to find it was still night. When morning finally came the only thing on her mind was food.
Downstairs in the dining room Alan sat reading the morning paper, when Skye entered the room he folded it and laid it down on the table, "Good morning, did you sleep well?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Do you have any plans for today?"
"I thought maybe I would......." Skye started.
Edward who had just entered the dining room cut in, "Of course she has plans for today, she and I are going shopping with Lila for things for my little Great-Grandson or Great-Granddaughter."
Edward stood behind her with his hands on her shoulders making her a little nervous, she looked over at her father, "I'm having a boy."
Alan smiled, "Congratulations, honey, when did you find out?"
"Yesterday."
Edward sat down at the head of the table, between his son and granddaughter, "A boy, that's wonderful."
Skye looked over at him with a glare in her eye, he quickly defined himself, "A girl would have been just as lovely. Have you thought of any names?"
"Well, if it was a girl I was going to name her Lila Rose, after Grandmother and her lovely rose gardens."
"She would have loved that." Alan said softly.
"Do you have any boy names?" Edward hinted.
Skye nodded, "Avery Alan."
Edward reclined back in his chair, "Oh."
Alan smiled, "Skye, I'm honored that you're going to name the baby after me."
"Well, Daddy, you're the only man in my life that I know I can count on."
Monica entered the dining room, "What are you discussing?"
"Skye's baby." Alan told her.
Monica sat down beside Skye, "What have you decided on?"
"Avery Alan Quartermaine Cassadine." Skye told her.
"Do you know that Stefan is the father?" Monica asked.
"No, but Jax isn't talking to me and probably never will again, regardless of the outcome."
"When's the last time you talked to him?" Alan asked.
Skye sighed, "On what was suppose to be our wedding day."
Monica looked at Alan and then at Skye, "You haven't heard from him?"
"I left him several messages that I was having the ultrasound yesterday, I thought he would show, but he didn't."
"Do Jax or Stefan either one, know where you are?" Alan asked his daughter.
"I do now." Came a voice from the entrance of the dining room.
TBC.....
Please Review!!!!!!!!!
Skye inched closer to Stefan, her lips covered his and when he slightly parted them she didn't pass up the chance to slip her tongue into his mouth. He didn't stop her either, instead he encouraged her as he began kissing her back, breathlessly. His hands tangling in her hair.
Her hands roamed over his clothed chest, he was like oxygen and she couldn't get enough. She pulled away and looked into his eyes. They didn't tell her no, they were filled with desire. She leaned back on the couch, on her back, her head rested on the pillow. Stefan climbed over top of her, shifting himself so he was laying on his side next to her, careful not to hurt her expanding waist line.
He lowered his head and she drank feverishly from his lips. Her hands undid the buttons on his shirt, exposing his chest. He ran his mouth over her neck, caressing the soft skin he found there.
Stefan's hand moved to the bottom of her sage colored top, tugging it up her body, over her round stomach, over her breasts concealed by her matching bra. He pulled away from her as he gently pulled the shirt over her head and discarded it on the coffee table.
His fingertips caressing her neck, down to the top of her breasts and farther down to her stomach. His hand lingered over the smooth, firm skin as though he could feel the force of life inside. His lips found Skye's again and he savagely kissed her. She felt him wanting to pull away, she wrapped her arms around him as her mouth continued to battle his.
Stefan released her lips as Skye let out a moan of protest. He eased himself up into a sitting position, he ran his hands over his face and through his hair. Skye sighed heavily and reclined back against the couch thinking that he would return to her. He sat with his head in his hands, finally she had enough.
Skye pulled herself up, grabbed her shirt up off the coffee table, got up and headed for the living room door. As she approached the door, it opened. Luke came walking in, he noticed Skye standing in nothing but her pants and bra, holding her shirt in her hand, "Good evening Skye."
"Evening Luke"
"It's nice to see you again" He looked her over, "All of you. I didn't know that you were expecting, but what the hell, congratulations anyway." Luke said with a smile.
"Thanks." Skye walked out of the living room and down the hall, Luke shut the door behind her.
"What the hell's your problem Vlad? Afraid you'll knock her up?" He said with roaring laughter.
Stefan finished buttoning his shirt up, "What do you want Spencer?"
"We'll talk about that in a minute. Skye Quartermaine, a very pregnant Skye Quartermaine, just left half dressed. What happened?"
Stefan just glared at him.
"You turned her down!" Luke said loudly, "Pregnant or not, Skye's very, very, well ya know."
"Lower your voice." Stefan demanded
Luke walked towards the bar, "Why? She's long gone by now."
"She lives here." Stefan said dryly.
"A Cassadine shacking up with a Quartermaine that spells nothing but trouble." Luke began fixing himself a drink.
"Skye is none of your concern."
"That may be true, but I just seen her and she is with child and I know from experience that she didn't get that way all by herself."
"Luke..." Stefan started.
Luke held his hands up in defeat, "Okay, okay, I get it, you don't want to talk about knocking Skye up. So I'll just tell you why I'm here."
"Please, by all means do."
Luke took a drink of his vodka, "I want to know what Lucky and Nikolas are up to in regards to Laura."
"How should I know?"
"Nikolas is your nephew."
"And Lucky is your son." Stefan pointed out.
"Come on Vlad, save us both some time and tell me what's going on."
"I don't know."
Luke downed the rest of his drink, "Well, if you're not going to tell me, I'm going to see some who will." He sat his glass down and headed for the door.
"Who?"
"Natasha." He answered and then he was gone.
Skye was in her bedroom at Wyndemere, she grabbed a suit case and threw it onto the bed, she opened it and then went over to the dresser, opened various drawers and began gathering some of her clothing.
Stefan was only interested in her because of the possibility that she could be carrying his child. He pulled away from her as they were about to make love. She had shattered pride.
She carelessly threw them in disarray into the suitcase, she then closed it and placed it on the floor. She made her way over to the closet and grabbed a brown suede coat and slipped it on. She walked back over to the bed, placed her purse over her shoulder, bent down and picked up her suitcase and then a plain white envelop and headed for the door.
Skye made her way down the hallway and placed the letter in Stefan's room. From there she quickly made her way out of Wyndemere and to the ferry. When she arrived at the docks he was there waiting for her. He met her halfway and when they were in touching distance she dropped her suitcase and threw her arms around him.
"I'm so sorry, please forgive." She sobbed into his shoulder. The comfort of his arms enclosed around her made her feel warm in the windy air and safe in the dangerous world.
He held as close as he could, stroking her hair with his left hand, "Everything's fine now, sweetheart." He whispered.
Skye pulled away from him, tears fell from her eyes, "I love you, Daddy"
He brought his hand up and wiped away her tears, "I love you too."
He bent down and picked up her suitcase, "You shouldn't have been carrying this."
"It's not that heavy."
He wrapped his free arm around her, "Are you ready to go home?"
"The question is are the Quartermaine's ready for me to come home."
"Of course, we're your family Skye."
Fifteen minutes later they arrived at the Quartermaine Mansion, Alan parked the car at the front of the house and got out. He went around and opened the trunk, getting Skye's suitcase out. She opened her door and slowly got out of the car, shutting the door behind her.
Alan picked up the suitcase and then went around and took Skye's hand, "Welcome home."
Skye smiled at her father and he then led her to the front door. When they reached the door, it opened wide, they walked in and Reginald took the suitcase out of Alan's hand and headed up the stairs. Alan still had Skye's hand in his.
She smiled, although a little in shock, she looked from left to right at the faces staring back at her. Edward, Monica, and AJ. She swallowed hard and was ready for them to bombard her with insults and criticism, she wanted to hold her breath until she turned blue.
Monica was the first to speak, "It's nice to have you back."
Skye was taken aback but none the less appreciative, "Thank you."
"Is there anything I can get you?" Monica asked.
"Umm, no I can't think of anything."
Edward walked over to Skye and wrapped his arms around her. Skye flinched, why was he being so nice to her? "Is there something the matter dear?" Edward asked her.
"No, everything's fine Grandfather." She assured him.
"You look like you need some rest, you and the baby should be well rested so i can take you shopping tomorrow."
"Shopping?" Skye questioned.
"Yes, for the baby's nursery."
"Right." Skye nodded.
AJ sighed, "Grandfather, lay off Skye she just got here."
AJ walked up and hugged Skye, "I missed you."
"I missed you too." Skye whispered back.
Skye settled into the Quartermaine home as comfortable as she possibly could, the night was long and she thought she would never see sunrise. She'd sleep for alittle bit and then wake back up to find it was still night. When morning finally came the only thing on her mind was food.
Downstairs in the dining room Alan sat reading the morning paper, when Skye entered the room he folded it and laid it down on the table, "Good morning, did you sleep well?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Do you have any plans for today?"
"I thought maybe I would......." Skye started.
Edward who had just entered the dining room cut in, "Of course she has plans for today, she and I are going shopping with Lila for things for my little Great-Grandson or Great-Granddaughter."
Edward stood behind her with his hands on her shoulders making her a little nervous, she looked over at her father, "I'm having a boy."
Alan smiled, "Congratulations, honey, when did you find out?"
"Yesterday."
Edward sat down at the head of the table, between his son and granddaughter, "A boy, that's wonderful."
Skye looked over at him with a glare in her eye, he quickly defined himself, "A girl would have been just as lovely. Have you thought of any names?"
"Well, if it was a girl I was going to name her Lila Rose, after Grandmother and her lovely rose gardens."
"She would have loved that." Alan said softly.
"Do you have any boy names?" Edward hinted.
Skye nodded, "Avery Alan."
Edward reclined back in his chair, "Oh."
Alan smiled, "Skye, I'm honored that you're going to name the baby after me."
"Well, Daddy, you're the only man in my life that I know I can count on."
Monica entered the dining room, "What are you discussing?"
"Skye's baby." Alan told her.
Monica sat down beside Skye, "What have you decided on?"
"Avery Alan Quartermaine Cassadine." Skye told her.
"Do you know that Stefan is the father?" Monica asked.
"No, but Jax isn't talking to me and probably never will again, regardless of the outcome."
"When's the last time you talked to him?" Alan asked.
Skye sighed, "On what was suppose to be our wedding day."
Monica looked at Alan and then at Skye, "You haven't heard from him?"
"I left him several messages that I was having the ultrasound yesterday, I thought he would show, but he didn't."
"Do Jax or Stefan either one, know where you are?" Alan asked his daughter.
"I do now." Came a voice from the entrance of the dining room.
TBC.....
Please Review!!!!!!!!!