"What?"

"You heard me Ashley." Brett replies, glaring at her momentarily before he shoots me a smile. I nearly drool at the sight, the fitted suit accentuating how truly incredible his body is and I can't help the small grin that graces my lips.

I made a baby with that.

"I've got something to tell you." Brett announces, his eyes back on Ashley, "And you boys." He turns to grin at his friends, taking a breath before continuing. "That beautiful woman over there," He points to me, "The girl I plan on waking up to every day for the rest of my life," He takes a breath, my heart fluttering at his words, "Is pregnant with my baby."

"What?" Ashley squeals, her victorious expression dropping, eyes wide as she looks between Brett and I. I do nothing but send her a smug smile, my stomach fluttering as I try to digest Brett's words.

"Congratulations man!" Liam yells.

"Now the non-alcoholic choice makes sense." Ben comments, grinning as Becky slaps him on the chest.

"So, Ashley, please get the hell out of my girl's face, and don't ever come near her again." Brett says calmly, walking over towards us, stopping just beside me as Ashley stares up at him, her mouth open, absolutely speechless. In your face, bitch!

"I... Uh..." She rambles before turning away, shooting back towards the restroom and out of sight.

"Your girl?" I exclaim, turning to glance up at Brett.

"I'm sorry I walked off the other day. I was Ryan's best man, I had to be there when he arrived." Brett says, his face apologetic.

"It's okay." I shrug, happy that we're finally here together, on the same page.

"No it's not." He shakes his head, "I told Lacey that night that her and I were never going to be together again."

"You did?" My eyes widen at his statement. He really has chosen me.

"You want to be with me?" He asks, reaching out and grabbing hold of my hand.

"I want to try." I counter and he grins.

"That's all I've ever wanted."

"Kiss me." I demand, scared that I'm going to wake up any minute, all of it just a dream.

"With pleasure baby." Brett replies, his voice husky as his lips hover above mine. The anticipation kills me and I push myself onto my tiptoes, claiming his mouth with my own. His arms immediately wrap around me, clutching me to him as though I'll disappear if he lets go.

By the time we separate I know that my cheeks are flushed, my breathing labored as I stare up at the Greek God that holds my heart captive.

"Fuck it!" Ellis exclaims from across the room. Both Brett and I turn just in time to see him grab hold of Becky, pulling her back and pressing his lips on hers as though his life depends on it. My mouth falls open at the sight, Brett letting go of me as we all stare at the lothario and the maneater who have finally given into temptation and decided to try one another.

"What the hell is happening?" Liam exclaims as Becky and Ellis pull apart, their eyes pinned on each other.

"Apparently everyone is getting together." Zara laughs.

"Okay then, Zara?" Ben smirks, opening his arms, jokingly.

"Still a lesbian." She retorts and he shrugs, laughing.

"You two?" I accuse, my eyes still on the two, guilty looking players.

"We went out on one date." Becky admits and I shake my head in disbelief as I grin. I knew it! All dolled up in that red lacy dress for Ellis, the guy who's been trying to talk her into bed since we were seventeen!

"Wow! That's why you were so secretive." I exclaim and she shrugs, laughing as Ellis throws his arm around her.

*~*~*

I clutch the blanket around my shoulders and huddle closer to Becky and Zara as we attempt to stay warm, watching the boys as they splash around in the pool, throwing a ball between them.

After the reunion finished we'd ended up back at Ellis' parents house, them being out of town apparently meaning that we had to take advantage of the free house. I didn't realize that by going to the reunion it meant we also had to act like we were still in high school.

"I told you it would be a good night." Becky muses and I can't help but smile as I watch Brett, his white shirt completely see through as he jumps out of the water, hitting the ball at an unsuspecting Ellis.

"I could have done without Ashley." I retort.

"Really?" Becky grins, "Brett confessing his feelings in front of her didn't bring you joy?"

"Alright, maybe it did." I admit, smirking as they both laugh. I mean, Ashley is a complete bitch, of course it filled me with happiness.

"There's another silver lining." Zara pipes up after a brief silence.

"What?"

"Georgia didn't turn up." She points out and I nod in agreement. To this day I don't forgive my ex-best friend, praying that I never have to lay eyes on her ever again.

"Thank God." Becky snorts.

"Hey!" Ellis calls, the boys all looking over at us, "You girls joining us?"

"Hell yeah!" Becky exclaims, immediately standing up. I notice that Brett's eyes are only on me, his eyes running unashamedly up and down my body as I stand up.

"I don't want to ruin the dress!" Zara grimaces and Becky shakes her head.

"I'll make you another!"

"I'm sold!" I grin at Becky before turning and running straight at the pool, the other two hot on my heels. I quickly leap into the air, heading straight for Brett as I hear him laugh. Splashing into the cold water I squeal just as Brett's arms lightly grab onto my waist, pulling me into him.

"Hey!" He grins and I can't help but bite my lip as I wind my arms around his neck.

"Hi!"

"We didn't invite you girls in here to stop the game!" Liam snorts and I glance over as Zara throws the ball to Ben, Becky also wrapped up in Ellis' arms.

Turning back towards Brett I giggle slightly at Liam's words before he smirks, wrapping my legs around his waist as he leans up, planting his mouth on mine. Feeling his tongue slide along them I immediately part my lips, only too happy to let him deepen the kiss.

"Either get a room, or get in the game!" Ben yells and Brett pulls away as I laugh once more, turning back to face our friends as I untangle myself from Brett.

*~*~*

"Elle!" I groan as I stumble down the stairs the next morning, my hair piled up on top of my head, "Why did you wake me up?"

"Time to get dressed." Elle exclaims as I enter the kitchen, "Apparently you're going on a date." My eyes widen at the sight of Brett sat at the breakfast bar, grinning with amusement at the sight of my cloud covered blue pajamas.

"I am?"

"Yep." She grins. Wow, clearly my sister is happy that Brett and I are giving our relationship another go. I never would have expected that.

"Okay..." I reply cautiously, "I'll be back."

Climbing the steps two at a time I fly back into the guest bedroom and rip my bag open, desperately trying to find something cute to wear, unable to contain my excitement. Quickly deciding on the only dress I bought with me I shove my arms into it, pulling the red fabric down over my tiny bump. Slipping my feet into a pair of converse I turn my attention to my make up, hair and teeth, getting ready in record time.

As I walk back down the stairs I falter slightly at the sound of Elle's defensive voice, furrowing my eyebrows as I attempt to listen in.

"I'm warning you Winters. This is your last chance." She snaps and I can't help but smile at her protectiveness. I don't blame her, if this was the other way around I'd be beating the guy over the head with the frying pan.

"I'm not fucking this up again Elle," Brett replies, "I promise." He says lowly and I feel the butterflies of excitement in my gut once more. Or maybe it's nausea...

"I'm ready!" I exclaim, skipping into the kitchen, Elle instantly smiling as Brett grins, eyes glancing over me appreciatively.

"Let's go." He gestures, holding his hand out towards me. Grabbing it I shoot a small smile at Elle before leaving the house.

*~*~*

Pulling his black sports car to a stop and turning off the engine I can't help the smile of disbelief that fills my face as he gets out and pulls the door open for me.

"Really?" I exclaim as I get out.

"Why not?" He shrugs, popping the trunk open and chucking the basketball at me. I grin, turning back to the decrepit court that looks ten times worse that it did when we were here eight years ago.

"Alright." I grin before making my way onto the court, "I'm no better than I was back then."

"I'm counting on it." He retorts, laughing slightly, "You go first." He gestures to the slightly broken hoop. I nod, looking up at it and attempting to aim before letting go of the ball and watching it fly through the net, surprising both him and I.

"Wow!" I breathe out as he catches the ball, "Lets start nice and easy. Did you enjoy it in New York?"

"I did, it was a distraction that I definitely needed. And the city certainly never sleeps." Brett replies, "I've never been so sleep deprived." He shrugs and I laugh. With one effortless move of his arm the ball sails into the hoop and I roll my eyes, "Was Haydon as good as me?"

"What?" I splutter.

"You heard."

"You can't ask that!"

"I can. It's the rules of the game." He shrugs, "Tell the truth."

"No." I admit.

"No?"

"No, he wasn't as good as you."

"Alright." He smirks.

"Wipe that smug look off your face!"

"I can't." Brett grins and I shake my head, turning back towards the hoop and scoring once more, "I think you're lying when you said you aren't any better at this!"

"I guess I'm just lucky." I grin, "Why did you quit football?"

"I loved football. You know that more than anyone." Brett says, "But after having you cheering me on, it always felt like there was something missing from it." He admits, looking down at the ground, "It didn't feel the same." His voice gets quieter and I take the couple of steps closer, grabbing hold of his hand. Pulling him in towards me I smile before planting a chaste kiss on his surprised lips.

"Your turn!" I exclaim, watching as the ball, obviously, sails through the net.

"Favorite sex position?" He asks.

"What?!"

"I'm serious."

"I'm not answering that."

"And why not?"

"I... I don't know." I reply, "Because I don't know enough to have an informed decision yet!"

"We'll have to change that." He grins, quickly wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me against him, kissing me quick yet rough. I'm breathless by the time he pulls away, a pool of lust in my pants. Damn hormones.

"My go!" I exclaim, grabbing hold of the ball from his hand.

"You didn't answer!"

"I did, it just wasn't the answer you wanted." I argue, "Yes!" I grin as I get another hoop, "How many girls have you slept with?"

"What?"

"You heard me." I smirk at his uncomfortable expression.

"I... I don't know."

"Great."

"Not that many!" He insists and I shake my head.

"Sure."

"I think you'd be surprised."

"Alright. Try me."

"There was Ashley..." He starts.

"Wait, you lost your virginity to Ashley?" I nearly explode on the spot.

"Yeah." He admits and I curse under my breath, running my hands down my face in disbelief, "It doesn't mean anything Hurst!"

"It does to me!" I retort and he smirks.

"Only because I was your first!"

"Shut up and keep listing!"

"Alright, Christie, Rhonda, Ellie, Phoebe, Gemma, the girl from the bar."

"Girl from the bar?" I exclaim, crossing my arms across my chest.

"There was Ben's friend, then Louise, Crystal..."

"Crystal?" I grimace at the name.

"She was a cheerleader for the 49ers."

"Alright!" I hold my hands up and shake my head, "I don't want to know anymore." Please, stop the torture!

"Let me finish!"

"I don't..."

"Lacey, and you." He cuts me off.

"That's it?" I exclaim. I was not expecting that.

"Told you." He grins, "How many have you slept with?"

"You haven't thrown the ball. You don't get to ask."

"Alright." He smirks, taking a step closer to the hoop and shooting the ball into it. "How many people have you slept with?" He repeats and I grimace.

"You."

"And?"

"I slept with a few guys near the end of college, but they were only a few dates, one night together, and then I was done." I admit, "Once Bec and I moved to the city I went out with a guy called Jamie for about four months and we had sex a couple of times." I shrug, "And then there was Haydon."

"I can't believe you slept with Haydon." He breathes out, his jaw tensed.

"It was only a one night stand."

"Damn Hurst." He smirks, "I would never have pegged you for these one night stand's."

"That's all you were supposed to be." I retort and he raises an eyebrow, "Anyway, I never pegged you as a one woman man."

"For you, I'd do anything." He grins and I shake my head at his cocky expression.

"Give me the ball." I order and he bounces it to me, watching as I miss, "Why do I even try?" I moan as Brett's ball sails through.

"Alright, do you forgive me?" Brett asks, his face suddenly forlorn.

"For what?"

"All of it. Aphrodite's Palace, cheating on you, breaking up you and Haydon, the car crash..." He trails off, his voice quiet.

"Honestly, I don't know." I admit.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay." I assure him, reaching up and resting a hand on his cheek. "We've got to look to the future right?"

"Definitely." He smiles sadly, "I'm never going to stop trying to make it up to you."

"I'll hold you to that! My turn!" I smile, grabbing the ball from the ground, "Donuts or cake?" I ask after I make a basket.

"Really?" He furrows his eyebrows, "Donuts."

"Wrong!" I sing, "Cake."

"Should have known." He laughs, "Ever since I saw you devour my graduation cake in half hour."

"That was good cake." I smile at the memory.

"Well, I prefer other things to snack on."

"Like?"

"You." He smirks, swiftly wrapping an arm around me and pulling my back against his chest.

"Brett!"

"I'm telling the truth." He mumbles against my neck, one hand holding me in place, the other running down the length of my body, lightly grazing my breasts before trailing over my stomach and down towards the wetness between my legs.

"We're in public..." I manage to breathe out, my head falling back against him as he lightly nips my earlobe.

"I don't care." He mutters, his hand suddenly cupping my sex through my dress.

"Well, I do!" I reply, the hand that was trapping me moving to fondle my breast, clearly thinking that I won't be trying to escape any time soon. He's right.

"I would say let's take it back to your place but I don't think your sister would be too impressed." Brett smirks against my throat as I let out a small moan of pleasure.

"I guess you'll have... to keep it in your pants for a bit longer." I retort and he laughs, suddenly letting go and turning me around to face him. I pout at the loss of contact.

"I don't want to." He says, his voice husky as he runs his hand down my arm, sending shivers of exhilaration through me.

"Me neither." I say, reaching up and resting my hands on his biceps, "But Becky is in the apartment twenty four seven at the moment designing dresses."

"I can think of a solution..." He says, a twinkle in his eye as he trails off.

"What?"

"Move in with me."

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