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mom, April, and I got along well which was good, but she was stingy when it came to sharing him. She and I had a fling, a condom broke and low and behold she ended up pregnant. It was good that she was so kick ass. I lucked out because some of the guys at the station had a hell of a time with their baby mammas.
Things with Abbee had lulled to a stop. She had asked for time and I reluctantly gave it to her. I wasn’t a patient man and it wasn’t in my nature to sit back idle, but I wanted her and knew she needed this so I relented. It was hard as hell. I missed spending time with her. When I knew she was at work I still went to her house and caught up with my bro, Damien, and had a few beers. Also I couldn’t get enough of his sweet baby, Lucy.
Baby.
Baby.
Baby.
Yeah, it had been on my mind a lot. I wanted nothing more than for Abbee to be carrying my baby. I knew that conceiving a baby during a threesome wasn‘t ideal but it didn’t make me want it any less. I loved children and I was pretty crazy about Abbee.
She was such an amazing woman that it was hard to stay away from her. I craved those nights we would just hang out and do nothing at all, like watch TV. It was funny as hell when I would steal the remote from her, changing it from one of her chick flicks to sports. She would get herself worked into a huff. Sometimes it led to us to wresting one another, which I thoroughly enjoyed. I, of course, always let her win. She loved to win and I would relent and give her back the remote.
I was craving her and wanted to text her and see if she wanted to hang out but I was giving her what she needed.
My phone started ringing and I grabbed it out of my pocket in hopes that it would be her. But looking at the screen I noticed it was only Reeve. He probably wanted to go grab a beer or hit a club or something. I wasn’t up for clubbing as I didn’t want another woman other than Abbee, but I could go for a beer or maybe six. I needed something to dull my constant need for that woman. I couldn’t tell you how many times I had jacked myself off just thinking about her. I had a constant ache for her.
Picking up the phone, I hit accept.
“What’s up, brother?”
“Where are you at?” he asked me. That wasn’t typically how he started a conversation. Reeve was more polite than me, being a doctor and all; he had a lot more polish. I was a bit rougher around the edges.
“Just pulled in my driveway. Why what’s up? You want to get a beer?” I asked.
“Actually, no, I need you to come to the hospital.” Fuck, why would he need me to come to the hospital? Was there something wrong with one of our family members? Did his brand new Beamer break down or something? Fucker had the nicest damn ride.
“It’s…” he wavered and it hit me that something was really wrong.
“What the fuck, dude, just spit it out.” I was getting impatient. I needed to know what the hell was going on, like now. I didn’t need him to pussy foot around things.
“It’s Bee.” My heart sank.
“What do you mean it’s Abbee? What the hell is going on, Reeve?” I needed to know and I needed an answer like right fucking now.
“Jensen beat the shit out of her.” He paused and I could feel my stomach sink and my blood pressure skyrocket. “She’s in bad shape.”
I immediately put my car in reverse and stormed out of the driveway. What the mother fuck had just happened. I knew he was no good. I was supposed to run a report on him, one that I never got around to. I had been so damn busy at work. But I should have checked this shit out, it was all my fault. If I would have known what we were dealing with I could have protected her and prevented this from happening. I should have ran that damn report. I bet that motherfucker had a rap sheet a mile long. He just wasn’t a good character. Anyone would know just by meeting the dude. He was a bad egg, a really bad egg, and I would make him pay for what he had done to Abbee. It still
Things with Abbee had lulled to a stop. She had asked for time and I reluctantly gave it to her. I wasn’t a patient man and it wasn’t in my nature to sit back idle, but I wanted her and knew she needed this so I relented. It was hard as hell. I missed spending time with her. When I knew she was at work I still went to her house and caught up with my bro, Damien, and had a few beers. Also I couldn’t get enough of his sweet baby, Lucy.
Baby.
Baby.
Baby.
Yeah, it had been on my mind a lot. I wanted nothing more than for Abbee to be carrying my baby. I knew that conceiving a baby during a threesome wasn‘t ideal but it didn’t make me want it any less. I loved children and I was pretty crazy about Abbee.
She was such an amazing woman that it was hard to stay away from her. I craved those nights we would just hang out and do nothing at all, like watch TV. It was funny as hell when I would steal the remote from her, changing it from one of her chick flicks to sports. She would get herself worked into a huff. Sometimes it led to us to wresting one another, which I thoroughly enjoyed. I, of course, always let her win. She loved to win and I would relent and give her back the remote.
I was craving her and wanted to text her and see if she wanted to hang out but I was giving her what she needed.
My phone started ringing and I grabbed it out of my pocket in hopes that it would be her. But looking at the screen I noticed it was only Reeve. He probably wanted to go grab a beer or hit a club or something. I wasn’t up for clubbing as I didn’t want another woman other than Abbee, but I could go for a beer or maybe six. I needed something to dull my constant need for that woman. I couldn’t tell you how many times I had jacked myself off just thinking about her. I had a constant ache for her.
Picking up the phone, I hit accept.
“What’s up, brother?”
“Where are you at?” he asked me. That wasn’t typically how he started a conversation. Reeve was more polite than me, being a doctor and all; he had a lot more polish. I was a bit rougher around the edges.
“Just pulled in my driveway. Why what’s up? You want to get a beer?” I asked.
“Actually, no, I need you to come to the hospital.” Fuck, why would he need me to come to the hospital? Was there something wrong with one of our family members? Did his brand new Beamer break down or something? Fucker had the nicest damn ride.
“It’s…” he wavered and it hit me that something was really wrong.
“What the fuck, dude, just spit it out.” I was getting impatient. I needed to know what the hell was going on, like now. I didn’t need him to pussy foot around things.
“It’s Bee.” My heart sank.
“What do you mean it’s Abbee? What the hell is going on, Reeve?” I needed to know and I needed an answer like right fucking now.
“Jensen beat the shit out of her.” He paused and I could feel my stomach sink and my blood pressure skyrocket. “She’s in bad shape.”
I immediately put my car in reverse and stormed out of the driveway. What the mother fuck had just happened. I knew he was no good. I was supposed to run a report on him, one that I never got around to. I had been so damn busy at work. But I should have checked this shit out, it was all my fault. If I would have known what we were dealing with I could have protected her and prevented this from happening. I should have ran that damn report. I bet that motherfucker had a rap sheet a mile long. He just wasn’t a good character. Anyone would know just by meeting the dude. He was a bad egg, a really bad egg, and I would make him pay for what he had done to Abbee. It still
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