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“Mmm.” she groans before she rolls onto her back and her eyes open like tiny slits.
“Baby how long have you been sick?”
“Yesterday.” she says, her voice groggy. Even sick, she is beautiful.
“Shit. I am sorry baby. I should have been here.” I should have been the one to take care of her and hold her hair back. Hell, I did this to her.
“S’ok.” She says licking her dry lips. “More worried about tonight.” Of course she is.
“Don’t. We will make it. Can I ask you a question?” I feel like I should have some shame. “Does it come in the morning and wean off by the afternoon?” She looks at me in shock before answering.
“Yes. How do you know?” So she hasn’t even given it consideration. My baby is still so innocent.
“Well I should tell you..”
“In the name of all that is holy, what are you doing in my house and in my daughters room?” Her father's voice interrupts my confession. I stand up swiftly and move in front of her, not sure how he will react. My instinct is to protect her and my unborn child.
“Sir with all due respect..”
“Respect. What would your kind know about respect? Imogen go and call the police.” he orders her. She looks from me to him, clearly unsure what to do. I know she won’t call me in, but she doesn’t know how to respond.
“Imogen, put your pants on and let's go baby.” I tell her not taking my eyes off her father. I don’t trust him not to touch her.
“Don’t you dare move, young lady. You are in enough trouble as it is.” He points his finger at her and it takes everything in me not to break it. For a brief moment I turn to her and look into her eyes.
“Remember all the things you were worried about, Pequeña? It may not have been the answer you wanted or the way you wanted it to happen, but this is it. This is the decision, Imogen.” Realization dawns in her gaze and I know she is with me. “Put on your pants baby. You don’t need anything else from here. I will give you everything you need for the rest of your life. Come with me?”
Holding my hand out, I wait with bated breath, seconds from passing out, unsure if she is going to come. When her tiny hand touches mine and she slides off the bed, I fight like hell to hold myself up and not drop to my knees in gratitude. I watch, one eye on her and the other on her father as she puts on her pants and slides on her flats. Her eyes never leave mine and I know she needs that. It is what makes her feel safe and secure like she knows I am here and not leaving.
“Don’t you move past that door, sinful harlot. Release her this instant punk.” He is in my face right now and as much as I want to flatten him, I don't want that to be how she sees me.
“Move out of my way.” I warn him trying to hold in my rage. She is pulling on my arm, attempting to move me past him, but I have never backed down from anyone.
“I will not.” He says.
“Yes you will. Nothing is going to stop me from taking my future wife and unborn child out of here. This is the last you will see of her until you learn how to treat her.” I hear a gasp behind me and I feel like shit. This is not how I wanted to tell her this, but fuck, he forced my hand.
“Baby? You think I’m pregnant?” she asks, putting her hand over her stomach.
“Yeah baby. I think my son is inside of you right now, growing, safe and sound.” She looks at me like I am crazy at first. I know the moment she realizes what I am saying. She is putting it together with the way she has been feeling. I need to get her to my place where we can talk away from here. Away from him. And then I can sink my hungry dude in her pussy and celebrate.
With her hand in mine, we walk past her blubbering father, issuing threats behind us. I make sure she walks slightly ahead of me, keeping her from his reach as much as possible. She keeps squeezing my hand as we walk to the front door. I walk ahead of her to open it and then I feel her hand jerk on mine. I turn to see her father gripping her arm. “You Jezebel. Pregnant? Do you know what you have done? How will you look to the community? How will I look? Have you asked yourself what you are going to do in the hereafter, Imogen?”
