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I've felt the baby move a bit, and no I am not sure what we're having yet.” She slid the tray back into its compartment and shifted her butt, hoping to get blood flow back.
    “We? Where's your husband, sweetheart?”
    Zoe sighed sadly. “He's in Afghanistan.”
    “Oh! A soldier. Well I thank him and you for your service. I sure hope he comes home to you soon.”
    Zoe was granted a relief from the barrage of questions the woman was pelting her with by the sudden need to race for the bathroom. “If you'll excuse me,” she smiled tightly.
    “Certainly.”
    Moving quickly to the back of the plane, she blew out a breath of relief as she slipped into the small restroom. How do people have sex in these things? Jesus! Once finished, she scrubbed her hands and splashed cool water on her face, steeling her nerves against the woman with the innocent but hurtful questions.
    Zoe made her way back to her seat and busied herself with looking out the window as the plane landed. She was a jumbled up mess of nerves thinking about being back home, but excited at the same time.
    She walked out into the terminal and found baggage claim. Pulling out her phone, she turned it back on and texted Layla.
    Z: You on the way?
    Minutes stretched on and there was no response. With a frown, she got her suitcase and rolled it over to the rental car place. What the hell, Layla? Just as she was signing paperwork, a hand brushed her shoulder.
    “Why hello there, Zoe. Fancy meeting you here.” She froze and the pen fell from her grasp, clattering across the counter, the noise the only thing she heard other than her heart thumping in her ears. Slowly turning, she paled and the world spun.
    There stood Derek, all 6'3” of him, with a cocky smile on his face. The world went dark.
     

Chapter Five
     
     
     
    The sound of people talking in the background and a cool rush of air woke her. She took a breath, swimming through the fogginess in her brain as the world came into focus. Derek's bright green eyes bored into hers, a furrow of concern knitting his brow as he stared down at her. Zoe realized she was lying on the floor, her head supported on Derek's very firm thighs.
    “Shit,” she muttered, struggling to push herself to sitting. “This passing out thing is really getting old.”
    “Whoa!” he admonished, his hand curling around her arm. “Take it slow, Zoe. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. Are you okay? Do you want to go to the hospital? Is – is the baby okay?”
    “Let me go, Derek,” she pulled against his grasp, easily breaking her arm free. “I'm fine. Don't you know you're not supposed to sneak up on people?” She pushed herself to standing, ignoring his outstretched hand.
    “Look honey, I'm sorry, all right? Layla called me and told me to come get you. That it's what Calvin would want.”
    “Great, so everyone knows that I'm a whore. I don't even know who my baby's dad is.” She walked back to the rental car counter. “I still need that car.”
    “No, you don't.” Derek whispered firmly against her ear. “I'm taking you home.”
    “You're taking me to Calvin's grandparents' house.” Her dark eyes flashed. “I am going nowhere else with you.”
    “Zoe... Be reasonable,” he pleaded, that whiskey soft voice curling through the few good memories they had together.
    “I am reasonable. You didn't want me, but you want no one else to have me either. Ugh, Derek.” Grasping her suitcase by the handle she pulled it behind her, and walked out into the parking lot. “Let's get out of here, I've already made a big enough scene.”
    His hand brushed against her lower back and she shot him a venomous look. “Don't touch me.”
    “That's not what you used to say, Zoe.”
    He opened the door to the truck and she crawled inside before spitting back a sharp response. “You know what they say, Derek. Don't live in the past.”
    He laughed and shook his head as he loaded her bags in the back of the truck and Zoe found herself