It was around 1:00 in the morning when Deacon finally arrived back from the club. Two of the bartenders had called in sick and one had quit. One of the bouncers found two people trying to use Deacon's private elevator to sneak up to his private suite. Somehow they got a hold of the key that was used to activate the elevator. One patron had a few too many and Daisy had refused to serve him anymore drinks. He got upset and tried to grab her. Chuck had to restrain him and Deacon had to hold back Brett who had wanted to beat the guy up. To top it off, some girl started a fight with another girl in the ladies' room and the police had to be called in. Both girls were furious when they were informed that they were no longer welcome in the club. The one girl started hurling insults at Deacon telling him he wasn't that hot and that he was probably lousy in bed. The other girl exclaimed that she never really liked the club in the first place and wouldn't dream of setting foot inside there ever again and went on about how she was going to make sure all her friends knew about how she had been "wronged" and tell them not to go to the club anymore. It had been a very long night and Deacon had never been happier to know that Bridget would be waiting for him back at the house. He walked into the bedroom and found her asleep on top of the covers still wearing his shirt. She looked so peaceful and beautiful. He eyed her barefoot and touched it with his fingers and began tickling her. Bridget startled out of her slumber and squealed with laughter. "Deacon.." She said jerking her foot away. Not deterred at all, he reached over to her other foot and tickled it. "Stop that..." She giggled jerking that foot away as well.
"I love you." He said walking over to her and kissing her lips. He slid into the bed next to her and laid he back down and began kissing her soft supple neck.
"Deacon.." Bridget smiled. "You miss me?"
"God yes.." He said still kissing her neck.
"Rough night?" She asked
"You could say that. " He said moving to the other side of her neck.
"Deacon." said Bridget sitting up. "I need to tell you something. It's important."
"Baby can't it wait?" asked Deacon as he began to unbutton her shirt. He then took her hard nipple into his mouth and Bridget groaned. "Oh yesss Deacon.." His hands moved to her hips and began to pull down her underwear when Bridget gently pushed him away. "Deacon...please...This is really important. I have to tell you this."
"Baby...I'm sure it is...but I'm not in the mood to hear anything right now...I just want to make love to you. I had a rough night and I just want you in my arms."
"I know sweetie and I want you too but this is really important."
"Okay." sighed Deacon. "Make it quick."
"Well." said Bridget nervously. "I'm not sure how you are going to react to this. I hope you love this as much as I did. I think it's so wonderful and I'm so happy."
"Baby what is it?"
Bridget looked at Deacon and smiled. "I'm pregnant."
Deacon stared at her. His eyes took in her face. The joy in her eyes the way her mouth was shaped into a bright smile. He never saw anyone look so beautiful before. He then glanced down at her stomach and gently placed his hand on it. There was life in there. Life that he helped create...with this incredibly sweet beautiful woman...His child..HIS child...was growing inside her. He couldn't believe it. It was a complete shock. He had women claim they were pregnant before but he always knew that it wasn't true and if it was...it sure as hell wasn't his. But this wasn't like that. Bridget wasn't one of those manipulative vindictive hateful bitches. She was kind and sweet and....having a baby. His baby.
"Deacon.." said Bridget gently. "You okay?"
He looked back up at her face and leaned in and captured her mouth in a intense passionate kiss. The shirt she had been wearing was torn off her body and thrown down to the floor. Her underwear was yanked off and made it's way next to the shirt. His clothes soon disappeared to the floor as well as he made hard passionate love to her. He thrusted in and out of her hot willing body and Bridget was on fire.
"Oh God....Yes...God yes Deacon.." She cried over and over again. It continued on for almost two hours. He never felt so much love for anyone in his life as he did at that moment with her. Bridget had so many orgasms, she swore she must have set some kind of record. Not that she cared. She enjoyed wrapping her body around Deacon and holding him tight. When their latest round of lovemaking was finished...they headed outside the patio for some cool air as they were both hot and sweaty from their passionate lovemaking.
Deacon held her close to him and caressed her. He kissed the top of her head and she smiled.
"I'm taking it that you are happy about the news.." She said.
He let go of her and turned her to face him. "Is this why you came clean with your Mom?"
Bridget swallowed. He was mad at her. He didn't think she.
"Baby answer me." He said softly lifting her chin with his finger and thumb.
"Not exactly." She answered. "I was upset that you had left when I told you about Jason. Mom had come home and found me a mess. I just blurted out that you hated me and then she asked me about the pregnancy test I took. She said she found the open box in the bathroom. She had known I had taken it."
"And if you hadn't been pregnant...would you have told her about me or kept me a secret?"
"Deacon I didn't know how to tell anyone. I was confused. If I told my family they would have...they would have thought there was something wrong with me hooking up with you in Vegas. They would say how it wasn't like me. Then they would demand to meet you so they could ream you out and claim that you seduced me and took advantage of me. And then there's the issue with you being in Vegas and me in L.A. I had no idea how to deal with it. I swear to you that I was never once ashamed of being with you. I didn't want my family turning it into something it wasn't. But once I took that test...it didn't matter anymore. All I cared about was being with YOU and raising our child. I knew that I had to tell my family. I wanted you there with me when I told them. I wanted them to see how much I love you. And I do love you. Deacon I wouldn't have kept you a secret forever. I know that sooner or later...I would have to tell them. Especially Jason. He would keep wondering why I'm not interested in him romantically and I would have to fill him in. I'm sorry if I hurt you by not telling my family about you. I didn't mean to."
"I know you didn't. And you are probably right. They would have a rough time with me and you.
But what about now? Are you going to face them and deal with their wrath?"
"As long as I have you." replied Bridget.
"You do have me." He answered kissing her lips. He held her close to him. "Baby don't worry about anything. Your family has no right to judge you. They were pretty accepting of your sister and her child weren't they?"
"Yeah but they figure she is like that. They hold me to a higher standard."
"Well who cares what they think. All I care about is you and me and our baby."
"You do?" smiled Bridget.
"Baby I've had women tell me that they were pregnant and I always knew they were lying or if they weren't the baby was not mine. Knowing that this child IS mine...that WE created this child. WE created a miracle....I can't....Words can't describe how happy you've made me."
"Deacon." said Bridget with tears of joy running down her face. "I love you."
He kissed her again and pulled a small black box out of his pocket. He opened it to reveal a magnificent diamond on a silver band. Bridget was breathless staring at the gorgeous piece of jewelry. Deacon took her hand in his. "Bridget Forrester, my sweet beautiful Bridget, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"
Bridget was speechless as she looked at him holding the ring in his hand. "Bridget will you marry me?"