End of the Road (Ghost Stories Trilogy #1) by E. J. Fechenda Page A

I’m unhappy
about it. Don’t go putting words in my mouth.” I take a swig of beer and light
another cigarette.
    “I know we weren’t
planning, but I think this is a good accident.” Faye takes a tentative seat on
my lap again. “We were going to start a family anyway. This is just sooner than
later.”
    I can see my poker
nights, already sporadic, will disappear altogether. My Bel Air convertible
will have to be traded in for something more family friendly. A knot begins to
form at the base of my spine; it’s my freedom being coiled up and stored away
like an old extension cord.
    Faye is right though, and
I know it; this is what we’re supposed to do. You get married, settle down,
have a couple kids and grow old together. I love Faye, don’t get me wrong, but
sometimes she can be suffocating. She’s always there, hovering about like she’s
a nurse and I’m her patient. Come to think of it, she’s a lot like my mother.
No wonder my dad drank so much. I take a long draw off my beer bottle and set
it down on the coaster.
    Faye is watching me,
expectantly, with her big, brown eyes and I realize I haven’t really reacted to
the news. Smoke billows out when I exhale and prop my cigarette on the side of
the ashtray before wrapping my arms around her waist. “Are you happy?” I ask
her.
    “Yes.” She smiles and touches
her forehead to mine. “My dreams are coming true.”
    How could I deny her
happiness? I’d be a dolt if I did that. I give her a squeeze and kiss the tip
of her nose. “Then I’m happy too.”
    Faye circles her arms
around my neck and kisses me. Her lips are sweet and taste a thousand times
better than the cigarette. With one eye open, I stub this out in the ashtray before
giving her my full attention. Faye’s affection quickly turns into something
more when she shifts and straddles my lap, which is a rare event I’m not going
to pass up.
    I lower her down onto the
carpet and peel her housedress down to her hips. Her hands land on top of mine,
stopping the progress.
    “Frank, what are you
doing? The neighbors…” she whispers and glances over at the large picture window.
I look in the same direction and see that the drapes are drawn to keep the heat
of the western sun out.
    “Relax, Faye. It’s just
the two of us. I want to see my pregnant wife.” With this comment she moves her
hands and I pull her dress off completely. Once she’s naked I can see the
slight swelling in her abdomen and her skin is luminescent. Her breasts are
larger too. I gently caress her belly and she closes her eyes as my hand moves
lower. She parts her legs and I move in between.
    “You’re beautiful,” I
whisper as I slide into her. She moans and her hands grab onto my ass, holding
me in deep. I watch as she bites her lower lip, the fresh indentation on the
plump, rosy surface always gets me going and my thrusts grow faster.
    Faye is panting when we finish
and she rolls over to face me. A light layer of sweat coats her body and it
glistens like dew.
    “Well, that was certainly
a surprise. We won’t be able to do that in a few months.”
    “Maybe not on the floor…”
I pinch her nipple and she yelps. “What was that? Are you okay?”
    “Yes, I’m just really
sensitive.” She’s blushing when she sits up. Covering her breasts she reaches
for her bra. “I need to go check on the casserole,” Faye says as she pulls her
dress on and leaves the room. I watch her walk away and shake my head. I
thought getting married would provide some insight into women, but I remain
dumbfounded. They’re hot one minute and cold the next.
    I retrieve my pants and
put them on, not bothering with the dress shirt, which is a wrinkled mess. I
leave that on the floor and just wear my undershirt. I sit back in the chair to
finish my beer, basically picking up where I left off moments earlier.
    Faye’s comment bothers me
and the invisible hand around my neck squeezes slightly.  Once we have children
running around, the