"It’s over, it won’t work."

"What?" Mimi asked Brady as he rushed into her room.

"Jan couldn’t keep her legs closed and everyone knows it," Brady sighed raggedly as he sat on her bed.

She sat up and flipped the notebook off of her bed. She may be old enough to be betrothed and have all of the problems that went with it but her History teacher could care less when assignments were due.

"So now what?" All day she had been waiting to hear the news of her future, Brady had called her far too early than a person should be awoken to announce he was heading off to get the good news of their break up. He was actually making an effort to try and make her feel better – it was a little unsettling.

"Now . . . I have no idea."

"Well think of one!"

"Like what?"

"I don’t know just . . . do it!"

"Okay, hold on. POOF! Okay there, my magic powers fixed everything!" Brady said sarcastically.

"Yeah, sarcasm is going to help a lot! Just-- Leave, Brady. Who let you in anyway?"

"Connor did on his way to practice. Come on, honey, we are *engaged* after all, I’m pretty sure I can see my own fiancée."

More of the sardonic crap. Mimi made a note to tell her little brother to *not* like Brady – he wasn’t a cool grown-up who knew too many baseball pitches – he was an ass.

"But the rumors! Won’t that do something?"

"There won’t *be* any rumors and if there are my grandfather is going to get a paternity test to crush them," Brady said miserably as he slid off of the bed and onto the floor. "He’s ‘taking care’ of Jan which means she’ll disappear until the baby’s born, after which the kid will be adopted into a good home and his greedy mother will be paid to start a life somewhere else."

"They can’t just take her baby!" Mimi objected. Even Mr. Kirakis wouldn’t do that.

"She signed the adoption papers before it hit the table AND she offered to ‘pop out another one’ next year for an additional ten thousand."

"Perfect," Mimi muttered.

"Yeah."

The room was silent as they tried to find a way out of their situation.

"We can’t out of this, can we?" Mimi asked softly.

"Nope," Brady confirmed.

"We are just in a whole bunch of suck," Mimi said with disbelief.

"Yep."

"Fuck."

"Wanna?"

"What?" Mimi asked.

"We’re going to be married after all." He was joking and she knew it, knocking mirth at their predicament but she didn’t care.

Mimi crawled down her bed and Brady didn’t even notice. She was poised right behind him and he jumped when she bit his earlobe. He turned to her in a hurry and she looked at him with carelessness.

"You’re right, we’re going to be married anyway," Mimi cleared.

And there went her pretty blue top. She lifted it off her deftly and threw it to the ground next to him. He watched her with an almost open mouth as she bared soft skin and a plain satin crimson bra. She had no qualms about her body at the moment, what was the use anyway?

"If you don’t like what you see get used to it. You’re stuck with me, Brady-boy."


He didn’t move an inch from his spot on the floor, she was revealing herself to him and she was . . . hot. The bare skin was going to his head and she sighed in frustration.

"Well come on, the house is never empty."

She slipped off her skirt and tossed it to where her shirt lay. Mimi regarded him again and rolled her eyes as she moved to lie down.

"Yeah, so I don’t have a matching set on." She hooked a thumb in the band over her hip. "Midnight Blue Stargazers, they’re ‘Victoria’s Secret’ panties, my good luck charm. Thought they’d help with today’s outcome. Big mistake, my dear *fiancée*."

She sighed and regarded Brady still on the floor with his eyes locked on the tiny white stars covering her intimate area.

"Are you coming or not? Ha, nice choice of words," Mimi laughed with little mirth.

It was about then that Brady finally saw what had dawned on him sometime before. He saw that his betrothed was not ‘little’ Mimi, the one with sticky ice cream in her hair. Nope she was just . . .

She was all grown up.

~*~

Mimi hadn’t seen her fiancée in three days and it wasn’t helping her confidence any. He had run out on her after she practically stripped down for him and he didn’t even stick around to get in a little groping. She was sure he . . . reacted to her, she saw it herself and now it was tracking down time. If she was going to chained to him forever . . . and forever . . . ugh, she’d better try to get along with him.

"Caught ya."

Brady looked at Mimi as she shut the door with a kick of her open-toe wedge sandal.

"Great."

"Yeah, you sound like you mean it."

"Who told you I was here."

"My nephew," Mimi answered.

"That’s ‘uncle’ actually and Uncle Phil is going to get his ass kicked."

"So be it," Mimi said passively. It was bad enough she had to trade his information for tips on gifts for Chloe. It was even worse he knew she was lying and made her give him real ideas instead of ‘Every girl loves to get a new scale’.

She still had to get her back for the super glue.

Witch.

"So what are you doing here?" he asked, avoiding eye contact. He kept his eyes on the desk he sat at, dark wood and finely crafted. It fit the room he was in, one of the many guest bedrooms of the Kiriakis mansion.

"I don’t know – Wait!" she said in mock thought. "I think it’s to find my fiancée."

"That’s done, you can go now."

"Quit being pissy, Brady. Can’t throw up the shields now, sweetheart, I already know it when I see it."

"I don’t want to marry you," he said honestly.

"And I don’t want to marry you," she responded.

"But we’re stuck," he finished.

"Yup."

Mimi set down her purse on the floor next to her feet and went to where Brady sat on the hardback chair that matched the desk. She moved slowly until she was straddling him, he looked like he had accepted it but there was more than that. Over the past few days he had time to think. It was the worse thing that could have happened.

She was Mimi, maybe even Miriam now. She was no longer an annoying pest and he didn’t know when she stopped being that when he only noticed it days before. She was beautiful and his, by way of tradition, but he didn’t want to marry her. He had feelings for her, he felt them, but he knew they weren’t love, not the kind of love that you married for. It was fondness, it was comradely, he was enamored, but he wasn’t in love.

His lust was certainly on track though.

Mimi kissed him gently. It was the first time they had ever kissed and each responded immediately. It was urgent and their hands followed the pace. Brady tugged her shirt up and over her head to send it soaring somewhere to his right. His warm hands traced up her sides to cup her breast and feel their weight against his palms. She moaned and rolled her hips into his erection and he made his way down her neck with his lips. His bottom lip dragged over her skin and his moist breath bathed her shoulder.

"Brady," she moaned.

He stood with her body wrapped around his and set her on the desk that seemed to have such presence. Brady fought with her pants and Mimi shifted and shimmied until they – along with shoes treated terribly for how much she paid – were gone and her bare legs were wrapping around his body. He pulled away and watched her reactions as he traced his hands over her body, landing on her the front clasp of her peach, lace bra.

"Matching set this time," she whispered.

"Beautiful," Brady grinned. He undid the garment with an insignificant tug and watched her with appraising eyes. "Even more beautiful."

His whisper turned into a kiss as he met her ear lobe. His hand traced over her body in long, warming strokes and she wrapped her legs tighter around him. Brady kissed her lips softly before lying random drops of his mouth over her. The further he went the more her legs released him until he was facing the lace of her panties. He ran his tongue flat over her belly button and she grabbed his hair, twisting it almost painfully.

When Mimi lifted her hips in intense pleasure Brady took the opportunity and slid the scrap of material away from her body leaving her completely nude. Mimi could care less at the moment as she was shaking with the sensations going through her. He parted her legs gently and leaned forward, touching her with the slick, wet surface of his tongue. She screamed then and clawed at the T-shirt he wore. He pulled away briefly and rid himself of the fabric that she was tugging, felt her nails digging into him, maybe even claming him.

It wasn’t the usual situation, Brady was *always* in control, women were marked by him, left wanting him, but this was different. This was his future wife; she had the right to claim him, more than that . . .

He wanted her to.

"Brady," she whispered. Her breath was coming in pants and she couldn’t seem to slow it down or stop the blood tracks she was making on upper back. A burning coil was winding inside of her and she felt it edging, just about to spring.

She shouted when she came, her body tensed and exploding with the intensity of her orgasm. Her first orgasm. Mimi felt so glorious she hardly noticed when Brady drew himself up her body and hushed something in her ear.

"Bed."

He pulled her against him and then they were on the bed before she knew it, settling down on imported bedclothes and far too many pillows. Brady wrapped his arms around her and kissed her again, it was still so new and they had much exploring to do. He breathed her in; there was a part that was purely she and then the scent of jasmine that hung heavy on her skin. He could never pin that until now and at the moment it seemed so obvious, she smelled like jasmine and her. He’d never forget the now.

Mimi had regained enough of herself to begin her attempt at his clothes. She unbuttoned his jeans and, with joint effort, they were done away with along with his jockeys. With the struggle Brady now lay nude and Mimi sat beside him, liking her new position.

"Maybe I didn’t get such a bad deal," Mimi teased in a breathy voice as she trailed her hand down his chest.

"I do think I’m an excellent specimen," Brady said with the same airless tone and teasing pride.

"Specimen? In this situation you couldn’t come up with a *less* scientific and non-stirring word than *speciman*?"

"Do we have to discuss this now?"

Mimi looked at his face with the slight hidden look of urgency and then traced her eyes down his body. It was the first time she was looking at him like this, even in their haste to rid his clothes she didn’t even peek. She slowly moved her fingers down his abdomen, more from hesitancy than tease. Her fingertips met the curly hair above his manhood and the sensitive flesh felt the scrap of her nails.

Brady sucked in his breath and waited, his hands going to the intricacy carved headboard and he holding on in an attempt to brace himself. She met the base of his manhood and used her thumb and pointer finger to trace a slow trail up his length. She moved over him in random patterns before drawing along the veins that traced him. He gripped the wood tighter and it clamored against the wall with the buck of his body.

Mimi watched with amused fascination at every response he gave. She wrapped her hand around him and squeezed gently, liking the way he pulled so strongly that his arms tightened and the wood creaked. Her slow and steady motion began up and down as the creaking grew louder and his thrust increased from barely a jerk to a desperate motion as she tried to catch her breath, disbelieving she was being turned on by what was happening.

Finally she couldn’t take it anymore and her touch left him, Brady thrust into air and groaned at the loss of her warm skin. His eyes opened to see her flushed and panting from what had just taken place and he took her by surprise. He let go of the headboard and pulled her to him, bringing her into a heated, passionate kiss as she rolled beneath him. Her legs opened naturally for him, her future husband, and he lay between them. She felt the hard length against of her and she felt him positioning himself at her entrance as he kept up the greedy kiss they were engaged in.

He needed to be in her then and plunged forward. Mimi screamed out at the rather large invasion and froze. Brady stopped at that, he had broke through the sudden barrier without a second thought. Tears fell from the eyes that he knew were hazel, more emerald than anything else, and too beautiful to be known as plain ‘green’.

"I-I’m sorry, I thought you already--"

"Just shh for a minute, okay?" Mimi let out a slow breath and gradually began to relax around him. "Your fault, you and your big mini Brady."

She was trying to get him to relax once more with her but he was in a different frame of mind now.

"I didn’t know."

"Sort of obvious," she said, leaning up to kiss his jawbone.

"We could stop if--"

"Not an issue, love," Mimi whispered as she kissed him once more. Her inner muscles instinctively clenched around him and his self-control grew to be very thin.

"Mi--"

She hushed him with her fingertips and smiled gently.

"I’m okay," she answered even if her lower half was still buzzing from his sudden thrust. "Are you going to move?"

Brady looked down at her for a moment before a quirk of his mouth. He leaned down to kiss her.

"‘Course, love."

~*~

Mimi stared at the stick in her hand and felt as if she was going to be sick.

How could she be pregnant? Her. Pregnant. This wasn’t suppose to happen, she wasn’t like that, she wasn’t Jan . . . and she didn’t think of using a condom every time.

Brady, the jerk. She was going to blame it on him, it was him. Yup, he should have thought of it, all his fault, not hers at all . . . Dammit. Denial didn’t always work.

She didn’t know if she should tell Belle, she hadn’t spoken to her much lately and she might slip and tell Brady. But what if she did let Brady know? Mimi would have to tell him eventually. Oh this is the worst just . . . This was just so . . . Dammit!

She was just a week late and at first she didn’t even notice, what with her and Brady enjoying their new ‘benefits’ of engagement. She was actually beginning to think married life might not be so bad . . . if every other responsibility of married life was not a factor.

Son of a bitch.

She threw the pregnancy test across the bathroom in frustration. More responsibilities, more problems. They could have considered a condom more in their last few weeks of . . . discovery. All the times that they were together, the many, *many* times, that should have been the first thought. Oh this went from sucking to . . . she didn’t even know. Bad, bad.

Maybe she shouldn’t think like that. What if the baby could understand everything she was thinking? No, that was impossible. But what if the baby could *feel* it? Maybe, she knew that from Sex Education and Life Lessons and . . . and those classes on precaution were shot to hell.

Dammit.

She stood from her perch on the bathtub and went into her room. Picking up her purse she rummaged through until she produced a cell phone. She dialed his number before she could wimp out a hoped he would answer within two rings.

"Hello?"

Least some things go right.

"Brady, hey, it’s me. Um, I need to talk to you. Right away."

"What’s wrong?" he asked.

"I . . . just meet me at the .com in an hour. Please."

"Yeah, sure, I’ll see you then."

"Bye, Brady," she said softly.

"Bye," he responded and she could hear the confusion in his voice.

to be continued…