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“No one is killing anyone. What’s done is done. Now, we move forward. Get in here. I need a nap. I’m exhausted. Eliot you can tell them the news.” At his nod, I close my eyes and fall into a deep slumber.
Trigger
Pregnant.
My fifteen-year-old daughter is pregnant.
My wife is pregnant.
My son is gay and in love with his best friend.
I knew something was up, but I didn’t want to believe it. I didn’t want to believe that this girl, that has had my heart captured from the first time I met her, is pregnant. My thoughts are going crazy as I sit here and watch my wife and son sleep peacefully. How did I not know my wife was pregnant? I’ve been inside her body every day and night since that first night we shared together in the hotel room. I guess if I really think about it, she has been more sensitive when I play with her tits. I didn’t even think of the fact that she hadn’t had her period since we’ve been home from Posey’s games. I was so wrapped up in finding out where Megan was and how to keep her parents away from both my girls. I was distracted and that’s not a good thing when you’re in my shoes.
Everyone went home shortly after Alanis fell asleep. Morgan, Posey, and Gavin stayed until Morgan woke up, and the three of them headed back to our house. I’m shocked. Everything is happening fast. Posey isn’t supposed to get pregnant until after she gets married. She isn’t supposed to get married until after she finishes school and gets her career going. I guess things happen for a reason and all that shit, but what is the fucking reason that my daughter got pregnant? What’s the damn reason why my woman had to lose one of our babies? When is the club going to get a break? I honestly don’t think it’ll come anytime soon. However, I remain optimistic.
It’s around ten at night before Alanis starts to stir. She’s been sleeping pretty much all day. She woke up long enough to eat and then she was out like a light again. She can’t have strong pain meds because of the baby, so I guess sleeping is better than being in pain. I’ve been watching something on TV. Well, I guess I haven’t really been watching it. I’ve been more in my thoughts than anything. “Hey baby.”
“Hey sweetheart. How are you feeling?” I ask.
“Sore. Tired. Ready to go home.” She says.
“Hannah said you should be able to go home if everything is looking okay in a couple days. They want to keep you for observation. They want to make sure your surgical site doesn’t get infected, and they want to make sure the baby stays where he’s supposed to be.” I tell her.
“What makes you so sure it’s a boy?” She snarks.
“It’s a boy. I can’t handle another girl. At least with a boy I only have to worry about him getting a girl pregnant. I don’t have to worry about our girl coming home and telling me she’s pregnant. I love Posey with all my heart and soul, but I still can’t get over the fact that my little girl is fucking pregnant. I’m going to be a grandpa before I’m thirty-two. She’s supposed to be out doing teenage things. Not raising a baby.” I rant.
“She’s still our little girl babe. She’s fifteen. She’s old enough to make her own decisions. Do I like that she’s pregnant? Not at all, but there’s nothing we can do about it. I had the sex talk with her when her and Gavin were getting serious. I did what I was supposed to. The only other thing I could have done was put her in a chastity belt. Things happen. Accidents happen. All we can do is roll with the punches. You think I’m ready to be a grandma at thirty? Heck no, but what’s happened has happened. We’ll make it through.” She says. I know she’s right, but I still want to cut Gavin’s dick off.
“That doesn’t mean that I can’t cut that little fuckers dick off.” I snarl. The little witch laughs at me. “It’s not funny woman. I can’t let him get away with this. Not without scaring him a bit. I’m going to be there for her just as I would be if she were older. I just need to get my heart wrapped around it.” She scoots over in the bed and pats the empty space next to her.
“Come on. Get up here. I need cuddles from my husband.” I kick off my shoes and climb into the bed next to her. “I know what you mean my love. I didn’t want this for her. I went through it all on my own. With Posey, it’s different, she has us. She doesn’t have to worry about being kicked out of the only home she’s known. She has Gavin. They’re in it for the long haul. From what they’ve both said it’s just as it was when I laid my eyes on you. Leave Gavin alone. He feels bad enough as it is. Don’t forget that he’s only seventeen. I’m not going to do everything for her. I’ll be there to help when needed, but she’s going to be getting a part time job until she can’t work anymore. She’s going to have to help care for the baby.” She says, laying her head on my chest. I kiss the top of her head and let out a sigh.
“You’re right. She can work at the diner. Elise won’t mind, and we’ll be able to keep an eye on her. Gavin is trying to get his degree within the next year instead of the next two and wants to start his own business. He’s planning on moving back home and commuting. He’s going to pick up at the repair shop when he’s not in class. They both need to get through school. That’s the stipulation. No dropping out. They’re going to make their dreams a reality.” We sit in silence and watch the show on TV. “I guess it’s time to open another savings account.”
“What do you mean?” My sudden outburst caused her to jump a bit.
“Well, you’ve got to start saving money young. I’ve got to open one for this little peanut and my grandchild. God, I’m going to have to get used to saying that. I started one for Posey after we were married, and I started Morgan’s the week he came to live with me.” I inform her. I know she has one for Posey, but with me adding one for her as well, she won’t want for anything. “However, it’s for school.”
“I agree. We can do this thing babe. Just gotta have faith. We can do anything as long as we’re together. I love you Eliot. So, so much.” She says, snuggling deeper into me. They brought in a pillow for her to hold on her stomach. She can’t sleep on her back, so she has a pillow to help her wound be more comfortable and have less risk to open back up.
“I love you too little minx. Forever and always.” I turn the TV off and get more comfortable in this damn bed. I listen to her breathing even out and listen to her sleep for a while before sleep claims me as well. The last thoughts I have are that we can do anything as long as we’re together.
I don’t stay asleep for long for a few reasons. One, Alanis wakes up in the middle of the night gagging. Two, my phone keeps ringing. Three, this bed is fucking uncomfortable as hell. Other than those few things, I sleep off and on until the door to her room is slammed open. I jump out of bed and grab my gun that I had next to the bed on the chair. I stand in front of Alanis in a protective stance with the gun pointed at the intruders. “Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my wife’s room?”
“We’re her parents. This is Posey’s father, and this is Alanis’s soon-to-be husband. Who are you?” The man says. I look at where he’s pointing and can see the man to his left has a resemblance to Posey. This must be the asshole Charles that abandoned his child before she was even born. He didn’t want anything to do with her then, so why in the fuck would he want something to do with her now. I look over to his right and see a man that must be at least in his early fifties. This must be the ‘associate’ that Alanis told us about when she first got here. Like hell is he her soon-to-be husband. That’s for damn sure! Her mother is standing behind her father looking like a snooty bitch that can’t believe that she’s around someone that’s beneath her. Well, news flash bitch, you’re no better than anyone in this world.
“I’m her fucking husband. You have one minute to get the fuck out of here.” I snarl.
“She was promised to me after things went sideways with him. Get away from my bride.” The man to the right says, pointing over at Charles. This is just one big cluster fuck.
“That’s not going to happen.” I turn to Posey’s sperm donor, not lowering my gun. “You’re not her father. Your name isn’t on the birth certificate. You haven’t been a part of her life since she was conceived. You can leave.” Before I can finish speaking, Alanis wakes up.
“What’s going on babe?” Her voice is laced with sleep as she asks the question.
“Nothing I can’t handle. I need you to grab my phone and send Westyn a message.” I don’t have to tell her what to send because she knows. She may have been half asleep, but she managed to figure out what was going on around her, if her pale face is anything to go on.
“You have no idea who you are messing with. I can make your life a living hell. I am the Mayor of Warsaw and a very powerful man.” Alanis’s father says.
