Daddy’s Girl (Part 13 of 13)
A/n: I know, I KNOW I feel so terrible it’s been so long since I’ve posted and even LONGER since I’ve posted for this story (like a month right? I’m so horrible) but here is the final chapter for this story and I want to thank everyone who followed the story and gave me the inspiration to finish it. You’re all amazing and I love you. I hope you enjoy the ending!!
“What were you thinking?” You shout at him as he exits the safety cage, heading for you. “They could have killed you!” You were trying to be angry, but tears ran down your face from the fear you just felt. You realized fully that Owen only went in the paddock to protect the boy who had fallen in, but that doesn’t matter right now. “Are you insane?” He finally reaches you and wraps his arms around you, looking down on you with pity, but you don’t miss the heavy sigh, knowing that he was a bit worried about what he had done too. He pulls you to him tightly and presses a kiss to the top of your head.
“I know, I know. It’s okay. I’m okay.” He murmurs in your ear as his hand rubs down your back.
After Barry caught the two of you in a compromising position late one night at the paddock, you decided to come clean about your relationship. Where you thought you would get mean stares and gossip, you got sighs of relief and people pulling money out of their pockets meeting hands of “I told you so.” Apparently, you had not been as subtle with your relationship as you had imagined.
When you finally stopped rocking from the sobs, he pulled back to look you in the eyes.
“Are you okay?” He asks, looking down at you with concern.
That’s just Owen. He didn’t try to justify what he did. He didn’t start a fight. He just accepted that it upset you and wanted to make you feel better.
“No.” You say with a pout. You’re definitely not okay, and the stressful situation just made things worse. If this had happened a week ago, you wouldn’t have cried or gotten so worked up about it...perhaps that’s why he’s asking. Does he know?
“Owen, I need to tell you something.” He looks down at you questioningly but just then, Hoskins calls his name and grabs his attention. Owen tells him to wait but he tracks over to the two of you and you shake your head. “I’m gonna go clean up.” You tell him, looking down at the splatters of blood on your shirt from dropping the girls treat bucket in shock. He tells you to stay, but just like that you lose your nerve to tell him and give him a quick peck on the cheek before heading inside the trailer to clean up.
You get just about finished when Owen walks in. He doesn’t even say a word, but comes behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, leaning down to press a kiss to your neck. “What’s wrong?” He asks, clearly feeling the tension in your body.
You close your eyes, wondering why you’re so nervous to tell him. He’s going to be happy, of course he is. You take a deep breath to steel yourself and stand up straight, turning to look him in the eyes.
“Owen…” You bite your lip as he looks down at you calmly, waiting to hear whatever you have to tell him. He raises his eyebrows questioningly after a moment of silence, and you finally open your mouth, only able to muster up a whisper. “I’m Pregnant.”
His eyes go wide and his jaw drops slightly, staring directly ahead. A year ago, he found out he was dating his idol’s daughter, not he finds out he’s having his idol’s grandchild.
“How..I mean- when. How long have you-?”
“I’m six weeks.” You smile up at him shyly and his eyes go from wide and shocked and gentle and excited.
“We’re having a baby?” He asks, a smile widening across his face. Al you can do is smile as the tears start to roll down your cheeks- tears of anxiety and happiness, and relief. This is a huge new step for the two of you, but you want to take it and you can’t wait. However, Owen’s face suddenly scrunches up, and fear shoots down your spine. Was he just blinded by happiness? DId he realize how big a commitment this is? Does he want to back out?
“That’s cheating. Mine was supposed to come first.” He says, a slight pout on his face. YOu stare up at him, confused by his words. He can see the confusion in your face and just smiles, dropping to his knee and pulling something out of his vest pocket.
“I was going to do this tonight… but-” He opens up a small black box and you see the glittering stone and it’s your turn to look surprised. “Y/n, will you-”
You cut him off, dropping to your knees in front of him and throwing your arms around him, kissing him passionately before pulling back.
“Yes!” You shout, “Yes, god yes.” You say excitedly, tears flowing freely now.
He smiles widely, kissing you back, but then pulls back, a teasing smirk on his face, “Marry me?” He asks, having not gotten the full question out.
“Oh yeah,” You say quickly, laughing. You can’t hold back the smile from the happiness bubbling up inside you. Everything is perfect. Looking back, you never thought you would be here looking into Owen’s eyes- you fiancee!- and know you were carrying his child.
You suddenly get a thought, and your eyes light up with happiness. “There’s one more thing we need to do.” You say, a twinkle in your eye and he catches on right away.
“Please, let me.” He says, excitedly.
“I’m going to be a grandfather?” He almost shouts over the phone and you laugh. You know Owen would have asked his permission for your hand, that’s just the kind of guy Owen is, but hearing your dad get so excited about being a grandfather makes your heart swell. As you look up into Owen’s eyes, you see the pure happiness there. He really is excited to be a dad. As you picture your future child in your head, you can’t help imagining pigtails and bows and cute little dresses and you know-you know- that she is, without a doubt, going to be a Daddy’s Girl.
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