The Steamy Chase Ch. 10

She'd had a good sleep at the hospital that afternoon so her plan was to watch the whole of season two of 'Devious Maids'. Kayla poured some of the iced tea into a glass and placed the bowl of popcorn and nuts in her lap. But just as she got comfortable and pressed play on the remote, her door bell chimed.

"Ow come on..." Kayla groaned and paused the video.

Carefully removing the bowl of popcorn and nuts from her lap, she placed it on the center-table and got off the couch to go see who was at the door. She was decent enough in her pajamas so didn't give much thought to offending whoever was at the door.

When she looked into the pin-hole, Kayla froze. Jean Broody stood outside her door. What the fuck did Jean want, Kayla wondered. He was the last person she expected to see at her door. Well, if he thought she was going to allow him to rain insults on her in her own home, he had another thinking coming. Kayla yanked open her door and glared at the man who looked exactly like the man who was constantly in her dreams...calling her wicked.

"What do you want?" Kayla's growl would have made a gladiator proud.

Jean raised his hands with both palms out in a gesture of surrender. "I come in peace." He responded softly. "May I come in please?"

Kayla turned around and stormed off to her seat, sat down and switched to TV. There was no way she was going to waste her series by watching it whilst listening to Dean's brother say God knew what.

Jean closed the door and went to sit beside Kayla on the couch. They both silently watched the Glasgow Athletics on TV. Kayla took her bowl of popcorn and nuts and started chewing slowly. She couldn't have described how she was feeling if she had been asked to. It was a mixture of sadness, fear, hope, and more sadness. The feeling was so unsettling. After they'd both silently watched two, four hundred meter men events, Jean finally broke the silence.

"I'm sorry, Kayla." He said quietly.

Kayla didn't say a word. But she suddenly couldn't see a thing on the big flat screen TV. The athlete was who currently on the screen, throwing Shot Put, looked like he was doing it in water. Kayla's eyes had brimmed over with tears...all it took was a blink, and tears were sliding down her cheeks. It felt like her chest was being weighed down with huge boulders. The feeling was so disconcerting.

"I know I hurt you." Jean continued. "It wasn't my place to act that way and no excuse makes how I acted, justified. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me."

Kayla suddenly reached out to place her bowl of goodies on the table and stood up. She was determined not to make a fool of herself by breaking down in front of Jean. But she barely took three steps towards her bedroom before her composure broke and she burst into uncontrollable sobs. They were so heart-wrenching, Jean rushed to her and gathered her trembling body into his strong arms. Kayla cried like she'd never cried before, wetting the front of Jean's shirt.

"I'm sorry." Jean crooned, rocking Kayla in his arms. "So, so sorry, angel." Jean kept talking softly and soothingly to Kayla till she eventually quieted down.

With his arms still around her, Jean drew Kayla to the couch they had been sitting on earlier and cradled her against him. Kayla snuggled willingly into Jean's arms, loving his warmth and soothing touch. Surprisingly, she hadn't shed a single tear since Dean had broken up with her on that fateful day two weeks earlier. And it felt good, so very good, to finally let it out. The occasional spasm in Kayla's breathing due to crying for so long only made Jean tighten his hold on her.

God, his brother was a fool, Jean thought. What happened to Dean's theory of waiting to see whether Kayla would actually go through with the abortion, to know whether they belonged together or not? She hadn't gone through with it for fuck's sake. Why the fuck had he broken up with her anyway? When his brother told him what he'd done, it had hit Jean just how angry Dean had been. Dean was a fun-loving person who joked around a lot but when he got angry, which was usually very rare, his actions were usually unexpectedly over the top.

With this particular issue, Dean had confided in Jean that he was actually scared to go and see Kayla after talking rather harshly to her. Jean hoped his brother would get the courage to face his woman, and Kayla would find it in her heart to forgive and accept Dean because Dean was damn miserable.

When Jean felt Kayla snoring softly in his arms, he picked her up, bridal style and took her to the room he correctly guessed was her bedroom. He tucked her in and bent to drop a soft kiss on her cheek. Then he went back to the living room, gathered Kayla's goodies, took them into the kitchen and sealed them up in Ziploc bags he found. Then he stored the ice-tea in the fridge and came back to the living room to turn off the TV and switched off the lights. Then will a final look around, Jean released the safety catch on the front door and let himself out, knowing he was going to call Kayla in the morning to see how she was doing. Till his silly brother took back his responsibility, Jean vowed to himself that he was going to be there for Kayla. It was the least he could do after treating her so badly.

***

After his parents had pointed out to him exactly how stupid he'd been, Dean sat quietly by the pool in his parents' house, deep in thought. He'd never seen his dad so furious and disappointed in him. Not even when Dean had made a bad business decision that had cost Michael Broody's empire a lot of money when Dean had initially taken over the business. His dad had laughed it off and said it was a learning curve. This time was however different. Michael Broody was mad. One thing his father had said that had cut Dean deep was that Dean was worse than all the foster parents who hadn't shown Kayla any love, put together.

"At least I don't think they'd ever claimed to love her. She didn't expect any affection, understanding or love from them because they never led her to believe they were going to give her that." Michael had hissed. "You on the other hand, abandoned her at the time she needed you most. And you call her cruel and wicked? Looked in a mirror of late? You are the cruel one. I thought we raised you better. She told you she kept the baby and you still allowed yourself to be ruled by your anger and broke up with her? And you think you are the better parent? Damn it!" The senior Broody had sworn darkly and stood up and started to pace.

"At least she put that baby first when she finally realized what a gift she'd been given. She even deferred her course to next year because she doesn't think she can cope with the stress of early pregnancy and studies. You could have helped her study and write her exams, damn it. That's what people do when they love people. They help them...not make them so terrified they almost get a heart attack at the mere mention of their names. How could you act so unfeeling? How could you..."

"Honey, it's okay." Lucy Broody cut off her husband, who was by then screaming, and urged him to go and lie down.

And with a disappointing look at Dean, Michael had allowed his wife to escort him to their bedroom. That was when Dean had gone out to sit by the pool, feeling like the very scum of earth. What had he done, he asked himself for the umpteenth time.

When Dean heard his mother's footsteps approaching, he turned his head to look at her. She had been so angry with him and Jean that afternoon, she'd sent her secretary to tell them whilst they waited in her office, that lunch was off. He hadn't been able to ask his mother about what she had meant by Kayla getting terrified by merely hearing their names. Had Kayla been at the hospital when they'd gone there? Dean didn't know what to think.

Lucy sat down beside her son on the bench and leaned her head against his shoulder. She hated it when her husband went ballistic on their sons. She however knew Dean had totally deserved it. But he was still her baby and her heart went out to him.

"I'm sorry I ruined your birthday." Dean murmured.

"Don't worry about me. I'm just grateful to be alive." Lucy replied quietly.

Dean went quiet for a while and spoke again. "I didn't know she deferred her finals."

"She didn't think she could stop sleeping long enough to study since she was all by herself and all. She did the right thing. You could have helped her though."

Dean nodded and realized his mother couldn't see him. "I could have." He agreed, silently calling himself every vile word he could think of. "Was she...was she at the hospital when we came in today?" Dean's voice was barely above a whisper.

"Yes."

"Why didn't you tell me? I would have gone to see her."

Lucy gave a short humourless laugh and sat upright to look at her son. "Just the mere mention of your name, Dean...all Agnes did was mention that the two of you were in and she almost had a heart attack."

"Jesus." Dean whispered.

Lucy nodded tersely. "I had to give her a shot to calm her down. That's how bad it was."

"Fu... Sorry." Dean muttered. "How are she and the baby doing?"

"They're fine." Lucy responded, patting Dean gently on the thigh. "I don't foresee any complications."

"You sure she's fine?"

"She's fine."

"I've been worried about her. I know she'd kept taking the pill even after getting pregnant since she hadn't known..."

"She's okay, baby. I've checked her out thoroughly. Everything is fine."

Dean nodded. "She has err...her nipples are itchy all the time. Has it stopped?"

Lucy laughed softly. "No it hasn't. But I've given her something for it. It's embarrassing and irritating but she'll just have to endure it till the baby comes. Not all women have that problem. It can bring a lot of...pleasure if you know how to..."

"Mum..." Dean groaned.

"Ow come on, you already know it. Don't be coy. I'm sure you..."

"Mum, can we not talk about this right now? Jeez." Dean groaned, getting to his feet whilst his mother laughed teasingly.

"You have to make this right, son." Lucy finally stopped laughing and told her son. "You have to be by her side."

"I'm scared, mum." Dean whispered.

"Of what?"

"That she might not take me back. You don't know Kayla."

"You can only know if you try. If she doesn't, you just have to try harder. I wouldn't make it easy for you either if I were in her shoes. You hurt her. Even worse, she's now terrified of you. You have a lot of work to do, my dear."

Then Dean blurted out something that made Lucy Broody smile with pure joy. "I want to marry her, Mum. But now, she won't allow it. She feels marriages that take place because of a baby, never last. It's not because of the baby though. I just don't see myself spending the rest of my life without her." Dean muttered sounding so miserable.

"So it's up to you to convince her that, you don't want to marry her because of some baby. You want her for you. If you play your cards right, she'll be begging you to marry her. No son of mine is a pussy."

"Mum..." Dean's eyes widened at his mother's choice of words. Then they both burst into laughter. Lucy stood and hugged her son. "I love you so much, mum. Thanks."

"I love you too, baby. Make me proud."

And with that, mother and son turned to go back into the house, both lost in their own thoughts.

***

Dean stood in Kayla's bedroom, watching her sleep. It was Sunday afternoon and Dean had finally decided to take a bold step. His brother had told him what had happened when he'd come to see Kayla on Friday night. Dean had almost gone out of his mind with anguish. He couldn't believe he'd done that to Kayla...brought her so much pain and sadness. Dean had followed Kayla discreetly the whole of Saturday afternoon when she'd gone grocery shopping with Jean. Dean had never been so jealous of his twin brother as he had been at that moment. Jean had known he was there the whole time but had not said anything to Kayla. Dean hadn't been able to sleep a wink on Saturday night, especially as Cole had also called to yell at him for being too chicken to do the right thing. So on Sunday, he'd resolved to visit Kayla come hell or high water. He still had the key she'd given him so it had been easy getting in.

So there he stood in Kayla's bedroom, staring down at the woman he loved, sleeping adoringly without a care in the world. Dean smiled when he noticed that Kayla was actually wearing one of his t-shirts, on skimpy, hot jeans shorts. She'd put on a little more weight since the last time he'd seen her. And she looked so adorable and beautiful Dean's breath hitched in his throat. His smile turned into a full blown grin when Kayla brought her hand up to scratch a nipple through the t-shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra so her nipple instantly grew into a pebble, standing out through the soft material. Dean licked his lips in sheer lust.

"Oh God, I've missed her." Dean muttered, reaching down to adjust himself. What he wouldn't give to be buried balls deep inside Kayla's heat right that very moment.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Dean heard Kayla's raspy voice and looked up from the captivating sight of her hardened nipple to see widened intense green eyes, staring incredulously at him.

"Kay...how are..." Dean started but got cut off before he could complete whatever question he'd been about to ask.

"Get the fuck out of here." Kayla screeched, jumping out of bed.

"Baby please..."

"I'm not your fucking baby. Just get out." Kayla's eyes blazed with anger. How dare Dean show his face in her bedroom of all places? "Get out before I call the police." She yelled.

Dean had never seen a woman so angry...well except in movies. And even that, the producer would have to pay a lot of cash for anyone to be able to act like that, Dean was sure.

"Kayla, listen to me please." Dean started retreating backwards. His heart was breaking. Surely he was about to have a heart attack, Dean thought. 'Cause the sharp pain he felt within his chest that very moment was scary.

"I don't want to listen to whatever you have to say, Dean. Out!"

"Kayla, please..."

"I haven't killed the baby if that's what you want to know. Now get the hell out of my house."

By then, they were almost to the front door and Dean's eyes stung with unshed tears. "Kay..."

Kayla opened her front door and reached for the phone on the wall. Whilst looking at Dean, she dialed a number.

"Please come up." She said into the receiver to the security guy who picked up. "I have an intruder."

Dean stepped outside. But before Kayla closed the door, she stretched out her hand, palm up.

"Key." Just one word.

Dean took a key out of his pocket and placed it into Kayla's outstretched hand. And then he watched miserably as Kayla slammed the door in his face. So much for being courageous, Dean thought wretchedly as he turned to go before the so-called security guy got to him. Because the way he was feeling right then, Dean knew he would probably beat the guy to a pulp and get into trouble.

Fuck!

***

At the other end of the door, Kayla sank slowly onto the floor and breathed hard. She couldn't believe she'd just done that. She'd thrown Dean out of her home. Though it had felt good to do that, she couldn't help but think she'd gone too far. She'd actually called security on him. Talking of sec... Kayla heard a knock on her door and got up to open it to a smiling security man. Really? So if she were truly getting attacked, he was going to come and face her assailant with a smiley face? Idiot! He was no match for her Dean anyway. One would think the company would bring more muscular guys as...

"Are you ok, Ma'am?" The smiling guy interrupted Kayla's silly thoughts.

"I'm fine thank you very much. I scared him off."

The guy looked Kayla up and down with surprise. "Really."

Now, what the fuck did he mean by that, Kayla fumed. Folding her arms under her breasts, she pasted a brilliant smile on her face. "I've got some skills if you care to know. Thanks and bye."

And with that, Kayla firmly closed her door and sank back onto the floor. That was when she started shaking. She stuck her hands out in front of her and watched as they shook and quickly clenched them. Then she heard a knock on her door. With a groan, Kayla stood up, ready to tell the security man to back the hell off.

She yanked the door open and came face to face with Tristan. Before she could even stop to think, Kayla threw herself into Tristan's arms. She didn't cry but her body shook so bad Tristan got alarmed.

"Hey, hey what's wrong?" Tristan asked, rocking Kayla gently in his arms.

Tristan gently propelled Kayla back into the living room and closed the door behind him. Then he sat Kayla down on the couch and just held her.

"Wanna talk about it?" Tristan murmured. And without any hesitation, Kayla started to tell Tristan everything. When she finally got to the part about driving Dean out of her home, a furious Tristan burst into laughter. "Put it up there girl." He laughed as Kayla slapped his raised palm with hers.

Kayla couldn't help but laugh too. "You're nuts you know that? That guy adores you and what do you do? Sit here and laugh at his expense." Kayla laughed.

"Well he loves, loves, loves you. And what did you do? Drive him out of your home." Tristan retorted.

"It felt good doing it, Tristan. I didn't know I was that angry at him till I saw him. I said I was sorry, Tris. And I kept the baby. He still called me names and told me he couldn't be with me. That hurt. A lot." Kayla added in a whisper.

"Do you feel better now? After throwing his arse out?" Tristan asked.

"I do actually." Kayla said with a grin.

"Good. Now we've got to get him back..."

"No, no don't even suggest that, Tristan. I don't want him back." Kayla screeched, moving away from Tristan.

"You sure about that?" Tristan drawled.

"Of course I'm..." Kayla turned to face Tristan. "What are you doing here?"

"What? Now you want to throw me out too?" Tristan chuckled.

"Did he send you?" Kayla's eyes narrowed into slits.

"No." Tristan laughed. "I didn't even know you guys had broken up, remember? I need your help actually. But first, you've gotta feed me."

Tristan stood up and started for the kitchen. "What do you have?"

"Yet to cook." Kayla laughed. "What would you want?" But Tristan didn't answer. He was already in the kitchen.

Just as Kayla stood up to go to him, there was another knock.

"What now?" She groaned as she went to open the door. But Kayla grinned when she saw who was at the door. "Jean. Come on in."

Jean entered and looked closely at Kayla. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." She sighed.

"Good. Did you really have to call security on him?" Jean drawled as he drew Kayla into his arms. But before Kayla could answer Jean, they both heard Tristan's voice as he re-entered the living room.

"Did you bake this?" Tristan asked with his eyes on the slice of cake in his hand. "They are so..." Tristan trailed off when he saw Jean. "I didn't mean you had to forgive him so soon. You've gotta feed me first before you two get in between the sheets and start doing the nasty."

"We don't have to get in between the sheets to do the nasty." Jean drawled. "We can do it right here. Wanna watch?" He tried not to be affected by Kayla's uncontrollable giggles.

Tristan gave a slight frown and threw himself into the couch, still munching on the slice of cake. "Sure. Why don't you guys start with a bj?"

Kayla burst into laughter just as Jean muttered incredulously... "You've got to be kidding me."

"You asked for it, Jean." Kayla laughed at the look on Jean Broody's face and turned to shake her head at a naughty-faced Tristan. "You are so fucked up young man. This is not Dean. It's..."

"Jean." Tristan exclaimed, pointing a finger at Jean. "Dean's crazy twin brother."