The Girl with Silver Eyes - Kaitlyn Fetterman (best electronic book reader TXT) 📗

about anything but football and baseball, it was very hard to get him to be excited about anything. Or be interested in anything for that matter.
"Her name is Emma. She is the most gorgeous thing I will ever lay eyes on, I don't think she's anything like me"
"Oh please, they are practically the same person. She has an attitude just like his, the mouth on her..."
"Okay" I warned. "If you say so. If she was that much like me, she wouldn't be my mate."
They all shook their heads and I just got in the car. All this talk about my mate was making me miss her like crazy, even more so when I thought about all the fun we were going to have when I got back. I was going to make her moan so loud, every one in the house will regret me ever leaving. Not that I was only doing it because I missed her and that was the best way to apologize for leaving, but because I wanted to and I knew she did too.
"Alright, enough thinking about her. It's getting annoying"
I thought about a moment when she was naked to Dylan and he gagged. I chuckled.
"Seriously, I have my mate to think about. Not yours"
"If you even think about thinking about her, you're in deep shit" I warned then returned to thinking about her. Every moment I had spent with her since the day I met her, though not all of them were my favorites, I still liked them because I was with her. She was absolutely my world now, if anything happened to her I would die.


Emma's POV

After I hung up the phone I was happy, no not happy, thrilled to hear him say he loved me. I knew he did, he had from day one but to hear meant so much to me, I couldn't even put it into words.
I shook the thought of him out of my head, so I wouldn't be dreading every moment he wasn't here. Well, I already was but I didn't need to make it any worse.
It was a long day to say the least. I didn't really eat anything and Emily gave me an hour lecture about that. I also spent most of the day in his study remembering all the memories. I went around to every room of the house remembering memories of him and I in those rooms. I spent the most time in his room thinking about the three or so times we've had sex in here. I loved thinking about that. replaying all details and every touch, every kiss, every thrust and every moan. I remembered it all and I loved it as well.
At the end of the day I called Carter's cell phone to say good night and he picked up on the third ring.
"Hello?" he asked kind of mad.
"Carter? Are you okay?"
"Oh, Emma. Yeah, you woke me up so I was a little grumpy. Why are you going to bed this late?"
"It's only ten PM, Carter. Plus, I highly doubt I am going to get any sleep at all"
"Well, I suggest you sleep a lot. Because when I get back you won't want to sleep and I want you to have lots of energy"
I smiled. "I'll keep that in mind"
"By the way, my dad wants to meet you so next month when I come up here, so are you"
"Why couldn't I come this time?"
"Because my dad wanted to know what you were like before meeting you. He can come off as a very grumpy old man."
"Okay"
"Babe, what's wrong? You sound heart broken or something? Please tell me it's nothing I did?"
"I miss you, that's all" I said my voice cracking. Tears filled my eyes and I wasn't sure why I was crying, but I was and I tried to stop so Carter didn't hear me but I couldn't.
"Are you crying?" he asked suddenly alarmed.
"No" I lied.
"You're lying. Why are you crying?"
"I honestly don't know"
"I have to go" he hung up


Carter's POV

No, I didn't make her cry. No, someone else did. I quickly got up hit both Dylan and Nathan with pillows so they would get up. Dylan sat up at once and cursed under his breath.
"What the Hell?"
"Get up, we are going back home, now!" I said pulling pants on. I threw a random T-shirt on and slapped Nathan awake. "I'll explain everything when we get to the airport"
They got up and got dressed surprisingly and we were all in my dad's car in five minuets.
"Will you explain now?" Nathan asked.
"I was on the phone with Emma and she started crying. I don't know why but I can't help but think it's something I did so I got you guys up so we can go back, I can't live with myself if I made her cry. I can't" I explained.
They sighed. "So, just because your mate is crying, we have to leave Vermont and get on a plane to go back in the middle of the night?"
"Yes, and if you think it's no big deal it is. I can't stand the thought of her being upset" I said. I stomped on the gas, making the car go as fast as it could, I had to get home and I had to get there ASAP.
When we got off the plane, Emily was right there with Lucas's car waiting like I told her to be. I told her not to tell Emma that I was coming home because a few hours ago I didn't either and I didn't want her to wait for me.
"Please tell me she stopped crying." I said getting into the car and stepping on the gas pedal before Nathan was fully in the car. He slammed the door and mumbled something under his breath.
"No, she got worse when you hung up. I don't know why she's crying though"
"Either do I, that's why I had to come back. And wait, it got worse" I said slamming on the gas pedal. I didn't look at the speedometer but I knew we were going well over a hundred.
"Yes, she's up in your room practically balling her eyes out. The more anyone tries to talk to her the more upset she gets. It's really weird"
I pulled into the driveway and ran inside and upstairs. I stopped in front of my bedroom door because I heard her. She was crying, and it felt like my heart was breaking.
I opened the door and she only buried her head in my pillow, without even noticing who it was. I sat n the bed next to her and put my hand on her back and she sat up to look at me.
"Carter?"
"Babe, what's wrong?"
She wrapped her arms around me so tight I could barely breath. But I didn't care, if not breathing was the way to stop her from crying, I would never let her go. I wrapped my arms around her back and kicked the door closed with my foot.
She pulled away and smiled. God, I missed that smile. "You said you wouldn't be home for two days. It hasn't even been a day"
"When I heard you crying on the phone, I got on the next plane back. You didn't think I would sit up in Vermont knowing that you were crying. When I talked to Emily on the phone, she sounded so worried about you. I had to come home."
"You came home for me?"
I chuckled. "Of course. You sounded heartbroken on the phone, I couldn't not come home."
"But what about your dad?"
"Emma, I'm not concerned about him. He can scream and yell at me all he wants but I came home for you and I'd do it again in a heartbeat. When are you going to realize how much you mean to me?"
"Now" she said and started crying again.
I took her face in my hands and wiped them away with my thumbs. God, I never want to leave her side again. "Why are you crying, now?"
"I'm happy you're home."
"I'm happy I'm home too."
"Carter?" Emily called through the door.
"What?"
"Um... someone is here to see you. She says she needs to speak to you, now." she said.
"No matter, who it is I'm not going down there. I just got back do you think I'm going to go downstairs?"
"It's your mom"
Those three words hit me like a brick in the face. I had called her to ask why a girl would just start crying because there really wasn't a reason. I hadn't expected her to come here and talk to me.
"Emma, I promise I'll be right back. Stay right here, with Emily" I said and kissed her forehead. I walked out of the room trying so hard to not turn around and go back to her but I went downstairs to find my mom sitting on the couch in the living room. I sat on the one across from her and glared at her.
"Son, you know I wouldn't have come all this way to tell you something unimportant right?"
"What's so important? My Emma is upstairs crying, make it quick"
"It's about your mate. You see, I know why she's crying. Well, I have a very good guess and if you'd allow me too I'd like to go up and see her."
I led her upstairs to my room and right as we walked in Emma jumped up and ran into my arms. Yes, I get that she missed me but something was off. Very off.
"Hello to you too" I said wrapping my arms around her. I breathed in her scent, I missed it so much and I hadn't been gone a day. Man, I loved her.
She pulled back and put a hand on her stomach. "I feel like I'm going to puke"
I stepped back and just like that she hurled on the carpet. When she was finished I told Emily to go get a bucket, we might need it. I went to hug her but she puked again, right onto my legs and feet.
I may love her but I hate vomit. I gagged and went to my closet to change into something. I changed into some jeans then went over to her and rubbed her back. Something was definitely off.
"Carter, I'm sorry"
"No, it's fine. I have other jeans"
"But..."
"I don't care if you puked on my jeans. They can be replaced."
She nodded and put her head on my chest. "I don't feel too good"
"Yes, I was definitely correct. Carter, should I tell both of you or just you? It's quite breathtaking"
"I'll be right back babe, lay down and try to feel better. If you puke in my bed I don't care." I said and me and my mom walked into the hall. She walked away from the door and I followed her into Emma's room.
"You ready to hear this?"
"How bad can it be?"
"It's not bad at all, it's wonderful. Well, to me it is I don't know about you two but it's amazing." she paused. "Emma is pregnant"