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Authors: Kimberly Stedronsky
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bleeding, naked man on the floor. “God, Keaton, please, it’s not his fault, it’s mine, don’t do this! Don’t ruin your life like this! Keaton-”
“Shut the fuck up ,” I growled at her, shifting my gaze to her beautiful, naked body. I felt nothing but disgust for the curve of her hips, the swell of her perfectly manufactured tits, or the way her hair fell over her chest.
I hated.
“Put the gun down,” a voice called from the doorway.
I turned and lifted my eyes to see two police officers, their guns drawn, and their faces masks of stone.
The bright, red blood splattered over my shirt finally served to disturb my psychosis, bringing me slowly into reality.
The guy Kelsey had been fucking was bleeding on the floor, unconscious.
Kelsey was sobbing, trying desperately to cover her naked body with her hands.
I was pointing a loaded gun at the man I’d just beaten within an inch of his life, and fully intended to pull the trigger.
My first thought was to cover my wife.
“Where do you want me to put the gun?” I asked stoically. An officer approached, and I let him take the weapon from my hands. The other officer worked quickly to pull my wrists behind my back, linking the cuffs securely.
“Keaton, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Kelsey was sobbing.
“Cover yourself, ma’am,” one of the officers ordered, more forcefully than I’d expected. Both men flanked my sides as two paramedics rushed to the man bleeding on the floor.
Kelsey pulled the sheet from the bed, wrapping herself up and taking a step toward me.
“That’s far enough, ma’am,” the other officer warned. “Have a seat over there and wait. We’re going to need a statement.”
She nodded, her chin quivering as she met my eyes.
The two police officers led me out the door and down the stairs. I expected them to be forceful; that’s how I would have directed the scene. Instead, they stopped by the front door.
One quietly read me my rights, and the other responded to several calls over his radio.
“Listen,” he began, after glancing out the window. “I’m going to try to get you out of here as quickly as possible. The paparazzi have already started to gather. Are you injured?” he asked.
“No.” I recognized the air of camaraderie between the two men, and one gave a deep sigh.
“Don’t say a word without your lawyer, Mr. Thane,” he reminded me. “We’ll get you out of here in one piece.”
I thanked them from under my breath, stepping out into the sunshine.
The sound of the clicking cameras followed me to the car.
Coming Home
V
“Vivian? Can I look at it?”
I was shaking too hard to read the results of the small, plastic stick. Matthew eased into the bathroom, taking a moment to press a loving kiss to my forehead and tilt my chin up so that my eyes met his.
“No matter what happens, I need you to know how much I love you,” he said quietly, with purpose, and I forced a smile to my face.
“Even if I’m pregnant?”
“Especially if you’re pregnant.”
“I’m such an idiot.”
“For falling in love with me? I disagree.”
I couldn’t help but giggle. He grinned, adjusting his glasses.
“Should we look together?” he asked.
“You look. I can’t.”
Bing Crosby crooned “White Christmas” from the radio downstairs as he lowered his gaze to the pregnancy test.
His brows drew together, and he took the box, focused on the instructions.
“ It’s yes? It’s yes. I’m pregnant?” I asked, frantically reaching for the box.
“ You’re having my baby,” he whispered softly, lowering the stick to the sink. “Vivian, look at me.”
I couldn’t hear. The rushing in my ears made his voice sound a million miles away.
“My parents… already hate me… I…”
“I am in love with you. I want to spend the rest of my life in love with you. We’ve rushed everything from the beginning, why stop now?”
I held my breath, covering my mouth as two tears burned my eyes.
“I love you too,” I
“Shut the fuck up ,” I growled at her, shifting my gaze to her beautiful, naked body. I felt nothing but disgust for the curve of her hips, the swell of her perfectly manufactured tits, or the way her hair fell over her chest.
I hated.
“Put the gun down,” a voice called from the doorway.
I turned and lifted my eyes to see two police officers, their guns drawn, and their faces masks of stone.
The bright, red blood splattered over my shirt finally served to disturb my psychosis, bringing me slowly into reality.
The guy Kelsey had been fucking was bleeding on the floor, unconscious.
Kelsey was sobbing, trying desperately to cover her naked body with her hands.
I was pointing a loaded gun at the man I’d just beaten within an inch of his life, and fully intended to pull the trigger.
My first thought was to cover my wife.
“Where do you want me to put the gun?” I asked stoically. An officer approached, and I let him take the weapon from my hands. The other officer worked quickly to pull my wrists behind my back, linking the cuffs securely.
“Keaton, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Kelsey was sobbing.
“Cover yourself, ma’am,” one of the officers ordered, more forcefully than I’d expected. Both men flanked my sides as two paramedics rushed to the man bleeding on the floor.
Kelsey pulled the sheet from the bed, wrapping herself up and taking a step toward me.
“That’s far enough, ma’am,” the other officer warned. “Have a seat over there and wait. We’re going to need a statement.”
She nodded, her chin quivering as she met my eyes.
The two police officers led me out the door and down the stairs. I expected them to be forceful; that’s how I would have directed the scene. Instead, they stopped by the front door.
One quietly read me my rights, and the other responded to several calls over his radio.
“Listen,” he began, after glancing out the window. “I’m going to try to get you out of here as quickly as possible. The paparazzi have already started to gather. Are you injured?” he asked.
“No.” I recognized the air of camaraderie between the two men, and one gave a deep sigh.
“Don’t say a word without your lawyer, Mr. Thane,” he reminded me. “We’ll get you out of here in one piece.”
I thanked them from under my breath, stepping out into the sunshine.
The sound of the clicking cameras followed me to the car.
Coming Home
V
“Vivian? Can I look at it?”
I was shaking too hard to read the results of the small, plastic stick. Matthew eased into the bathroom, taking a moment to press a loving kiss to my forehead and tilt my chin up so that my eyes met his.
“No matter what happens, I need you to know how much I love you,” he said quietly, with purpose, and I forced a smile to my face.
“Even if I’m pregnant?”
“Especially if you’re pregnant.”
“I’m such an idiot.”
“For falling in love with me? I disagree.”
I couldn’t help but giggle. He grinned, adjusting his glasses.
“Should we look together?” he asked.
“You look. I can’t.”
Bing Crosby crooned “White Christmas” from the radio downstairs as he lowered his gaze to the pregnancy test.
His brows drew together, and he took the box, focused on the instructions.
“ It’s yes? It’s yes. I’m pregnant?” I asked, frantically reaching for the box.
“ You’re having my baby,” he whispered softly, lowering the stick to the sink. “Vivian, look at me.”
I couldn’t hear. The rushing in my ears made his voice sound a million miles away.
“My parents… already hate me… I…”
“I am in love with you. I want to spend the rest of my life in love with you. We’ve rushed everything from the beginning, why stop now?”
I held my breath, covering my mouth as two tears burned my eyes.
“I love you too,” I
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