another man’s baby inside her.
All I wanted is for her to see me and love me again.
Please God, I beg of you, don’t let it be dead. I may just kill what’s left of the hopeful little boy I once was if the love she had for me is all gone.
As soon as I have the thought it dawns on me that I don’t give a shit that she’s pregnant with some other douche’s baby. I love her enough that I’ll love her child. It will be mine. It is already, no matter what she thinks or feels right now. I swear to God that I will make her love me again and we’ll be a family.
“Luci.”
She somehow gets herself together and out of her daze and starts slapping my hands away with a cursed yell that echoes off the tiled bathroom walls.
The action only serves to bring my eyes up to her breasts. I think I just came in my pants when I look up to see her already perfect breasts swollen and tender, a little bigger than I remember them being.
I want to lower my head and suck on her dark pink nipples till she screams out her pleasure. I want them against my tongue, hardening as I flick and lick—
“Stop staring at my boobs and get your hands off me, Cage. God, I’m pregnant and you’re still being a perv?” she yells, cursing when she tries to rise and I just push her back into the lukewarm water.
“Luci—”
“It freaking figures that you’d be all hot for me now that you know I can’t be with you. What? You like knowing that I’m unable to expect anything from you, so all of a sudden I’m not Typhoid Mary anymore!” she yells, her temper going so hot I feel it singe my eyebrows. “Well guess what, I don’t want you. How’s that for a freaking ironic twist, huh? I do not want you. I’m having my baby and I will be happy and I don’t care if I’m gonna be alone for the rest of my freaking life.”
The way she buries her face in her hands is enough to solidify my resolve and I pull her closer to me, the water on her skin soaking into my shirt as I croon to her and pepper little kisses over her dirty hair.
“Luci, baby, please don’t cry. I fucking hate seeing you cry. I meant it when I said I love you and I don’t give a shit if you’re pregnant with someone else’s baby. I still want you enough to just be happy that you’ll let me take care of you. Please let me take care of you, at least,” I plead, ignoring my hard dick as I rub her back and try to soothe her.
“I hate you so much for hurting me, Cage.”
The words hurt, I won’t lie, but I shove the pain away and instead keep crooning to her till she stops sobbing and seems to collect herself a little.
“I’m sorry, that was uncalled for and untrue. I don’t hate you. I just, I just don’t know what to do right now. I was so excited about a baby and I think I went a little nuts when I saw little Jack and…and I was feeling so alone. So I—”
“Shh, baby. Don’t. Don’t upset yourself more right now. Just let me clean you up and wash your nasty-ass hair first, and then we can sit on the sofa and talk. Just talk.”
For whatever reason, and I thank God for it, she seems to just deflate and sits quietly while I go about washing her hair and her body, her eyes redrimmed and far away as I pick her up out of the tub and start drying her off.
For once I’m proud of myself when instead of getting harder at the sight of her naked body, all I do is dress her and scoop her up to carry her into the living room.
She doesn’t say a word as I lower her to the sofa, and she goes so far as to accept the tea I make her as well as the dry slice of toast that Google said would calm her upset stomach.
I’m still a little raw as I lower myself to the sofa beside her, and it takes a few throat clearings and a lot of self-control when I finally find my voice and start speaking.
“I don’t blame you one bit if you hate me after the shit I pulled on you, Luci. I was a heartless coward. I have no excuse for the way I reacted when you told me you loved me. All
All I wanted is for her to see me and love me again.
Please God, I beg of you, don’t let it be dead. I may just kill what’s left of the hopeful little boy I once was if the love she had for me is all gone.
As soon as I have the thought it dawns on me that I don’t give a shit that she’s pregnant with some other douche’s baby. I love her enough that I’ll love her child. It will be mine. It is already, no matter what she thinks or feels right now. I swear to God that I will make her love me again and we’ll be a family.
“Luci.”
She somehow gets herself together and out of her daze and starts slapping my hands away with a cursed yell that echoes off the tiled bathroom walls.
The action only serves to bring my eyes up to her breasts. I think I just came in my pants when I look up to see her already perfect breasts swollen and tender, a little bigger than I remember them being.
I want to lower my head and suck on her dark pink nipples till she screams out her pleasure. I want them against my tongue, hardening as I flick and lick—
“Stop staring at my boobs and get your hands off me, Cage. God, I’m pregnant and you’re still being a perv?” she yells, cursing when she tries to rise and I just push her back into the lukewarm water.
“Luci—”
“It freaking figures that you’d be all hot for me now that you know I can’t be with you. What? You like knowing that I’m unable to expect anything from you, so all of a sudden I’m not Typhoid Mary anymore!” she yells, her temper going so hot I feel it singe my eyebrows. “Well guess what, I don’t want you. How’s that for a freaking ironic twist, huh? I do not want you. I’m having my baby and I will be happy and I don’t care if I’m gonna be alone for the rest of my freaking life.”
The way she buries her face in her hands is enough to solidify my resolve and I pull her closer to me, the water on her skin soaking into my shirt as I croon to her and pepper little kisses over her dirty hair.
“Luci, baby, please don’t cry. I fucking hate seeing you cry. I meant it when I said I love you and I don’t give a shit if you’re pregnant with someone else’s baby. I still want you enough to just be happy that you’ll let me take care of you. Please let me take care of you, at least,” I plead, ignoring my hard dick as I rub her back and try to soothe her.
“I hate you so much for hurting me, Cage.”
The words hurt, I won’t lie, but I shove the pain away and instead keep crooning to her till she stops sobbing and seems to collect herself a little.
“I’m sorry, that was uncalled for and untrue. I don’t hate you. I just, I just don’t know what to do right now. I was so excited about a baby and I think I went a little nuts when I saw little Jack and…and I was feeling so alone. So I—”
“Shh, baby. Don’t. Don’t upset yourself more right now. Just let me clean you up and wash your nasty-ass hair first, and then we can sit on the sofa and talk. Just talk.”
For whatever reason, and I thank God for it, she seems to just deflate and sits quietly while I go about washing her hair and her body, her eyes redrimmed and far away as I pick her up out of the tub and start drying her off.
For once I’m proud of myself when instead of getting harder at the sight of her naked body, all I do is dress her and scoop her up to carry her into the living room.
She doesn’t say a word as I lower her to the sofa, and she goes so far as to accept the tea I make her as well as the dry slice of toast that Google said would calm her upset stomach.
I’m still a little raw as I lower myself to the sofa beside her, and it takes a few throat clearings and a lot of self-control when I finally find my voice and start speaking.
“I don’t blame you one bit if you hate me after the shit I pulled on you, Luci. I was a heartless coward. I have no excuse for the way I reacted when you told me you loved me. All
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