Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 90(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 90(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
How scared she was even though my family and my boys had rallied around her. I wanted to know everything and listened as she told me about being sick in the mornings and crying herself to sleep every night without me there.
Then she started talking about how nice the old fuck had been to her during that time. I listened almost absentmindedly while she talked about the asshole until she said something that caught my interest.
“Wait, what? He wanted you to have an abortion?” That shit sounded strange as hell. “Why, was there something wrong with the pregnancy?” She looked uncomfortable as she shrugged her shoulders.
“No, I think he just thought it was too much for me to take on alone. I was really sick back then, could hardly get out of bed. I was really annoyed with him for suggesting it all the same and threatened to quit.”
“What happened to change your mind?”
“He apologized and never mentioned it again. He explained that he was just looking out for me because he knows how hard it is for a single mother.”
She seemed okay with that explanation, but something about the whole thing was way off and kept niggling at the edges of my mind.
It seemed passing odd that a doctor would suggest such a thing, especially if she hadn’t mentioned an interest which I knew without having to ask she never did.
Chapter 6
She came back to the table and sat across from me when she was done at the stove, tearing the napkin in her hands to shreds nervously.
That drew my eyes to them and I looked at her finger to see if there was an outline of a ring. I knew they weren’t married but he’d asked her to marry him. Fucker!
She caught my look and getting up from her seat came over to wrap her arms around my neck. “I never got around to getting a ring. I kept putting it off because...” She started to cry and I pulled her around onto my lap.
“Thank you!” I don’t know why I was thanking her. Maybe for waiting nine years before thinking of moving on, maybe for choosing an old fuck instead of some young fuck who for sure would’ve fucked her hot ass every time he looked at her.
“Where’s my ring? The one I gave you?” It was a small one and a half carat diamond which is all I could afford back then. But even with the money I now had, that’s still the ring I wanted her to have.
It had meaning.
She got up and went into the bedroom, returning shortly with the ring on a chain. I didn’t say anything when I took it from her and put it on her finger where it belong.
She sighed and rested her head on my shoulder as we both looked at her hand which was now held in mine. It was finally hitting me in the gut that I was really home.
We sat in silence until the food was ready, both of us just taking the other in. Something else I’d missed, our long comfortable silences after a hard day.
Our presence was always enough to get each other through whatever hell we’d been through that day. I followed her with my eyes as she plated our late night dinner and felt even more settled.
We ate together like old times, laughing and talking with our voices low so we didn’t disturb the kid. It wasn’t long before we ended up back in the bedroom.
It’s going to take a while to get my quota of pussy. Even longer since my son is here and I have to pull my punches. Can’t have her screaming down the place with the kid right next door.
Even so she was going to have a lot of covering up to do come morning to hide all the marks that had started to form on her neck.
That night I slept wrapped around her, almost afraid to close my eyes lest she disappear, even though I knew she would be there.
Every once in a while my head would pop up and I’d look down at her for minutes before falling asleep again.
The third or fourth time I did that, I just rolled her to her back and climbed between her thighs, sliding my dick into her wet cunt, fucking her while we were both half asleep. Just like old times.
In the morning I woke to a very domestic scene, one that fully brought home the difference in my circumstances. The contrast was so deep I actually came up short in the doorway to the kitchen.
Instead of being herded like cattle with other men I didn’t know after being called out by a number instead of my name, I was welcomed by the sight of my woman and son. I guess it’s going to take me a while to get used to being home.