Micah, the Fierce Knocks Up Emma, The Brave (Micah & Emma Pt. 6)

By Jessa Eden

In part 6 of this captivating series, Emma Matthew’s world is rocked when she finds out she is unexpectedly knocked up. Pregnant and alone, she finds the strength to embrace this new chapter of her life.
Stunned by Emma’s ability to walk away from him, Micah Turner, bad boy hockey player and commitment phobe, struggles to deal with the aftermath of missing Emma. He battles his inner demons to confront his feelings about her as a new man enters Emma’s life.
Through unexpected events, Emma and Micah’s worlds collide once again, revealing the depth of their connection. Will Micah finally give into his feelings for Emma?

The beloved Micah and Emma series will take you on a wild ride as they explore sex, love and commitment. Fun-filled and action packed, this erotic, emotional series will leave you breathless and panting for more!
They have many adventures and will take you to some unexpected places.
Check out all of their stories from the beginning:
Micah, The Fierce Takes On Emma, The Brave (Pt. 1)
Micah, The Fierce Nails Emma, The Brave (Pt. 2)
Micah, The Fierce Dominates Emma, The Brave (Pt.3)
Micah, The Fierce Aches For Emma, The Brave (Pt. 4)
Micah, The Fierce Toys With Emma, The Brave (Pt. 5)
Micah, The Fierce Knocks Up Emma, The Brave(Pt.6)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jessa Eden
• Release date: Sep 1, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301460960

Jessa Eden

Over the last couple of years, writing has become a passion of mine. I pour my heart into each one of my stories, letting my characters go wherever they dare to venture. They often surprise and amuse me. I revel in exploring the human condition through the art of storytelling. Nothing gives me more pleasure than drawing you into a world of emotional connection, compelling characters and hopeful adventure, complete with sizzle and sensuality. My goal is to leave you breathless and panting for more... Write me. I love to hear from readers! I'm always looking to get fresh perspective, inspiration and insight to making my stories the best I can make them. I promise I'll write back. Until then, celebrate and savor the magic of romance, good people!

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MICAH, THE FIERCE KNOCKS UP EMMA, THE BRAVE

By

Jessa Eden

SMASHWORDS EDITION

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PUBLISHED BY:

Jessa Eden

Micah, The Fierce Knocks Up Emma, The Brave

Copyright ©2014 by Jessa Eden

Editing: Hot Tree Editing

This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

Adult Reading Material

I want to give major props to the people who helped me with this story. Thank you for your attention to detail and your desire to see my story to be the best it can be. I am very grateful for your contribution:

Colette Trainor

Gabriela Glent

Rebekah Valori

Enjoy this fun story told from the perspective of two people, Emma and Micah

This is the sixth installment of the Micah and Emma series. These two have many adventures together.

Micah, The Fierce Falls Hard For Emma, The Brave (Micah and Emma 1-7 bundle)

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Micah, the Fierce Nails Emma, the Brave (Micah & Emma Pt. 2)

Micah, the Fierce Dominates Emma, the Brave (Micah & Emma Pt.3)

Micah, the Fierce Aches For Emma, the Brave (Micah & Emma Pt. 4)

Micah, the Fierce Toys With Emma, the Brave (Micah & Emma Pt. 5)

Micah, the Fierce Knocks Up Emma, the Brave (Micah & Emma Pt. 6)

Micah, the Fierce Fights For Emma, The Brave (Micah & Emma Pt. 7)

CONTENTS:

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

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Micah the Fierce Knocks Up Emma the Brave

(Micah and Emma Series Part 6)

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CHAPTER ONE

Emma:

The pregnancy test was blue…it was blue…God, what did that mean?

Think Emma.

Na-huh.

No way.

I was on the verge of diving into a wild, uncontrollable free-fall...who wanted to think about that?

Standing in my spacious bathroom, I stared wide-eyed at the pregnancy test in a state of catatonic brain freeze. A million thoughts zoomed by me, as if they were flashes of light shooting through the night sky, but I just couldn’t bring myself to decode their telling information.

Could I really be pregnant?

Come on, Emma...pull yourself together and stop being a scaredy cat.

The truth was I didn’t want to get it together and process these results. I wanted to bolt out of this bathroom and run until everything burned and I could slide into oblivion and stay there, forever.

Why was this so damn difficult?

It wasn’t rocket science.

The world wasn’t ending.

I was just going to find out if I was going to have a baby...a baby.

The dreaded result surged forward into my frontal lobe, running over my need to stay unaware. Please, God, please, I prayed, hoping against hope the test was negative.

Blue meant...blue meant...oh no... The answer rippled through me as if a case of dynamite exploded in the bathroom, obliterating my ability to breathe.

Oh, my God.

I was pregnant.

Knocked up.

With child.

Holy Crap! There was a baby growing inside me. The test fell from my hand and skidded across the travertine tile as shock ricocheted through my system.

My knees threatened to buckle under me while my world started spinning unevenly as if I was on an out of control merry-go-round.

Pregnant?

Pregnant?

The word ping-ponged around my brain, like it was a foreign concept I couldn’t quite understand. The air whooshed out of my lungs again as panic clutched me in its torturous, unrelenting grasp.

This wasn’t happening…not to me…not now.

I sat down heavily on the lid of the toilet as I tried to remember how to inhale and exhale continuously. I took in big gulps of air as if I had just emerged from being underwater too long.

Breathe, Emma, breathe.

I always pictured what my life would look like when I became a mom. I would be happily married to a man I adored and ready to start a family. I never even thought about what it would be like to have a child in any other circumstance.

This was something that occurred on TV, to teenage girls who lived with their parents, not to a thirty-three year old woman who knew better.

I hugged my knees tightly and tried to calm down. I attempted to think logically, but my mind tumbled around thoughts as though it was on the permanent press setting of my dryer.

How could this have even happened?

Was I even remotely ready for a baby?

I stared hard at the tan tile pattern on my bathroom floor, trying to comprehend how my life was going to change.

Nothing would be the same, ever.

Happy pictures of motherhood eluded me as thoughts of late nights, crying fits, and constant diaper changes filled my head.

It wouldn’t be long before I would be loaded down with a diaper bag, toting around a kid while trying to make my way through the grocery store.

Forget about popping in and out of places at the drop of a hat. Now, I would have to learn the ins and outs of car seats and bouncy chairs.

Okay, so my attitude sucked.

Cut me some slack.

It’s not every day a girl finds herself unexpectedly pregnant.

Focus on the positive, Emma.

Yeah, like that was gonna happen anytime soon.

I glanced at the bathtub, my mind filling with instant memories of Micah. The honey, the healing…the heat.

It had been an all out, balls to the wall kind of affair with unrestrained passion and abandoned inhibitions leading the way. No one made me want to tear my clothes off like Micah did.

Our intense connection, soulful intimacy, and smoldering chemistry had been so real I thought we were unstoppable. The sky was the limit as far as I was concerned and yet, here I was a few short months later, knocked up without Micah around.

Double, triple crap.

This was Micah’s baby!

That realization thundered through me, my insides quaking with the knowledge we would always be connected—like forever, with a kid running around with a mash-up of our DNA.

Micah, Micah, Micah...what have you done to me?

I didn’t even want to think about how he would take this life-changing news.

Would he want to be in the baby’s life?

A sort of mad, unladylike snort of laughter escaped out of me.

Who was I kidding?

He didn’t want the connection and responsibility of me in his life. I couldn’t imagine him embracing the consuming demands of an infant, let alone a child.

I would pay to see Micah running around after a toddler.

Too funny.

A couple more snorty giggles busted out of me as I pictured Micah changing the baby’s diaper.

He would be clueless.

I bet he didn’t know one end of a diaper from another. I imagined eruptions of baby powder covering his handsome face as he tried to strap a diaper onto a wiggly child.

His big hands would dwarf the little one, but his touch would be gentle. I could see him befuddled and yet, so earnest, as he placed the tabs together to hold the diaper in place.

Afterward, he would cradle our baby close and murmur tender words to our little one. He would handle the baby delicately, holding the child lovingly against his massive chest. The baby would coo and study Micah with adoringly sweet eyes...

Oh, that thought made me sigh with longing.

Micah, do you even want to be a daddy?

My heart surfaced at that moment, filling me with a familiar ache. I so wished Micah desired to be a part of my life in a real, everyday kind of way, where we shared laughter, burdens, and love.

Tears formed in my eyes as the image of a different life presented itself. One where we were a team, facing the challenges life gave us, like having a baby, for example.

I thought about all the great times we had—the spectacular sex we enjoyed, the humor we shared, the comfortable way we were together. All of that had been thrown away because Micah couldn’t handle the responsibilities, which came with caring about someone.

Don’t be bitter, Emma.

You’re the one who ended it.

What choice did I have?

I wasn’t going to subject myself to the continual humiliation of dealing with Micah’s fucked up issues anymore.

I wanted more.

He wasn’t willing to offer that and I wasn’t willing to accept anything less than a real relationship.

Still, I wished Micah had stepped up and come through for me.

I wanted to believe it would all work out, but I had some serious doubts he would ever get it together. If only we had been able to survive Micah’s fear of commitment...if only.

But all the stupid if onlys in the world weren’t going to bring Micah back into my life. We had lost everything…everything that mattered, anyway.

Now, we had lost the opportunity to be a family. A sharp wail rose in my breast as the dream of building a life with Micah died once again in my battered heart.

Grief slammed into me hard, gripping my body in sobs. Tears ran down my cheeks in heavy streams as sadness washed over me.

It wasn’t fair.

I had survived everything Micah had thrown at me, but this really took the fuckin’ cake.

A baby.

More sobs continued to pour out of me and threatened to carry me away into numb oblivion.

Be strong, Emma...don’t let this get the best of you.

Why not? What do I have to lose? I wailed aloud.

Because this is no longer just about you, a strong, inner voice spoke deep within me.

That stopped me cold.

Strength I didn’t know I had pulled hard against the blackness of despair threatening to overtake me.

Cowboy up, Emma.

Yippee-ki-yay.

I shook my head, grabbed a wad of tissues, and blew my nose. I wiped my eyes with another tissue and tried to get a handle on the rollercoaster of emotions running through me. It wasn’t gonna do me any good to just sit around and feel sorry myself.

Center yourself, Emma...breathe.

I sucked in some more air and breathed out heavily. That helped a little.

I went into survival mode as I tried to think logically again, my brain searching for a way around this whole mess.

Think, Emma...

My mind ran through different options, discarding the far-fetched and ridiculous, but an obvious idea started to ding brightly after a moment.

What if the test was wrong?

These home pregnancy tests could be false positive, couldn’t they?

Hope sparked within me as I dared to believe the first test had made a huge mistake. I sprang into action and got out every other pregnancy test I bought.

I gulped down a bunch of water and pleaded