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about this. You say anything bad to us or about us to anyone, and you are cut from our lives.”
Their mom’s lips sputtered shut with her face getting redder and tears starting in her eyes. “You can’t do that,” she whispered.
Beck set Millie to his side. “What I think we can do right now is get you a hotel room, I’ll call a cab, then after the shock wears off, if you have anything nice to say, you can contact us.”
But their mother wasn’t done. “You don’t know what your father has done to us ... what he has put me through,” she snarled, looking up at him as if he was the one that had done it. Then she turned angry eyes to Millie. “Don’t let him do that to you,” she said evilly. “Like father, like son.”
Millie hugged him tighter with a horrified breath, while he quickly called a cab and a hotel.
But before they could get her and her luggage out the door, their mother’s last shot arrived. “I live in that town, something could slip accidentally. But a million dollars would have me and your father out of there for a long time.” She looked meaningfully at them, and not at all like she was extorting them. “You know how your father talks. And I tell you the financial mess he has gotten us into is because he is losing his mental faculties.”
Beck had to hold Millie back from attacking their mother, as he growled, “I’ll look into it. Goodbye, mom.”
When he came back inside from pressing his mom into a cab, he found Millie pacing with sharp turns and a huge glass of wine in her hand. She stopped and gulped half of it down, coughed, then looked up at him with tragedy in her eyes.
“I guess we never had to worry what she thinks, just pay her off, and we’re good,” she snapped.
It did feel like blackmail and extortion from their own mother.
“If you give her a dime, I’ll never forgive you!” Millie exclaimed.
Beck stalked forward, grabbed the wine glass and set it on the counter, then he hauled her against him. She didn’t fight him, but settled in to lean on him as he brought an arm around her.
To the top of her head, he murmured, “It’s not good for the baby, if you drink.”
Millie stiffened against him, and then she turned her questioning gaze slowly up to him. But when she made a move to leave his arms, he held her pinned to him.
“I saw the test strip in the trash,” he said.
Her eyes looked surprised and somewhat guilty. “I was planning on telling you,” she whispered, in that intimate way she had.
“And, I’m not a trash rifler. I swear,” he said, trying to lighten their already frazzled emotions.
She bit her bottom lip in a way that made him want to kiss her. “I think I probably just tossed it on top without thinking you would be here to see it.”
He nodded slightly, and he ran a hand through the side of her hair, sifting its silkiness. “You think you and I can make something together,” he asked, in a deep murmur.
He wasn’t being fair and he knew it ... they had time now. He should take it slow, so he didn’t fuck her like a slut again, which every time he got her naked and in bed was all he wanted to do to her. Hard, fast, and deep.
Before she could answer, he said, “You need to get some sleep.” Then he added, “We will talk later.”
***
I lay in bed, unable to sleep.
You think you and I can make something together?
Beck’s question haunted me as much as it excited me. It was amazing that I could feel that way after the way our mother had acted that evening.
But all I could think about was Beck and me, and the possibilities, while I stroked my belly where his baby grew inside me. Of course the test could be wrong; it was one of those early detection ones. But somehow I knew he’d given me another baby.
Only this time he’d be there to know it.
I rolled onto my side, murmuring, as I cuddled a pillow as if it were him. My fantasies were blossoming, but this time they could be coming true. Now we were free
Their mom’s lips sputtered shut with her face getting redder and tears starting in her eyes. “You can’t do that,” she whispered.
Beck set Millie to his side. “What I think we can do right now is get you a hotel room, I’ll call a cab, then after the shock wears off, if you have anything nice to say, you can contact us.”
But their mother wasn’t done. “You don’t know what your father has done to us ... what he has put me through,” she snarled, looking up at him as if he was the one that had done it. Then she turned angry eyes to Millie. “Don’t let him do that to you,” she said evilly. “Like father, like son.”
Millie hugged him tighter with a horrified breath, while he quickly called a cab and a hotel.
But before they could get her and her luggage out the door, their mother’s last shot arrived. “I live in that town, something could slip accidentally. But a million dollars would have me and your father out of there for a long time.” She looked meaningfully at them, and not at all like she was extorting them. “You know how your father talks. And I tell you the financial mess he has gotten us into is because he is losing his mental faculties.”
Beck had to hold Millie back from attacking their mother, as he growled, “I’ll look into it. Goodbye, mom.”
When he came back inside from pressing his mom into a cab, he found Millie pacing with sharp turns and a huge glass of wine in her hand. She stopped and gulped half of it down, coughed, then looked up at him with tragedy in her eyes.
“I guess we never had to worry what she thinks, just pay her off, and we’re good,” she snapped.
It did feel like blackmail and extortion from their own mother.
“If you give her a dime, I’ll never forgive you!” Millie exclaimed.
Beck stalked forward, grabbed the wine glass and set it on the counter, then he hauled her against him. She didn’t fight him, but settled in to lean on him as he brought an arm around her.
To the top of her head, he murmured, “It’s not good for the baby, if you drink.”
Millie stiffened against him, and then she turned her questioning gaze slowly up to him. But when she made a move to leave his arms, he held her pinned to him.
“I saw the test strip in the trash,” he said.
Her eyes looked surprised and somewhat guilty. “I was planning on telling you,” she whispered, in that intimate way she had.
“And, I’m not a trash rifler. I swear,” he said, trying to lighten their already frazzled emotions.
She bit her bottom lip in a way that made him want to kiss her. “I think I probably just tossed it on top without thinking you would be here to see it.”
He nodded slightly, and he ran a hand through the side of her hair, sifting its silkiness. “You think you and I can make something together,” he asked, in a deep murmur.
He wasn’t being fair and he knew it ... they had time now. He should take it slow, so he didn’t fuck her like a slut again, which every time he got her naked and in bed was all he wanted to do to her. Hard, fast, and deep.
Before she could answer, he said, “You need to get some sleep.” Then he added, “We will talk later.”
***
I lay in bed, unable to sleep.
You think you and I can make something together?
Beck’s question haunted me as much as it excited me. It was amazing that I could feel that way after the way our mother had acted that evening.
But all I could think about was Beck and me, and the possibilities, while I stroked my belly where his baby grew inside me. Of course the test could be wrong; it was one of those early detection ones. But somehow I knew he’d given me another baby.
Only this time he’d be there to know it.
I rolled onto my side, murmuring, as I cuddled a pillow as if it were him. My fantasies were blossoming, but this time they could be coming true. Now we were free
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