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Her parents were supportive, if somewhat concerned about the hasty nuptials, even after we told them our reason for moving so fast. But neither they, nor my bride knew that even if our marriage never happened, I’d still do anything to protect and feed my family. That included paying for the birth and any medical care. Whether or not we were married.
Two weeks had passed since the wedding, and I still got an emotional hard-on seeing my ring on her hand. My angel spun her engagement band around her finger, lost in thought as she surveyed the restaurant’s menu at Splendor in the Grass.
“How do you feel about our doctor, angel?” I asked. We’d just been to our first pregnancy checkup, and I’ll be damned if I didn’t tear up hearing the little sprout’s heartbeat loud and clear with the help of the ultrasound.
“She seems nice, I guess.” Her voice was low and pensive, a note of uncertainty lingering in the air.
“Tell Daddy what’s bothering you.” I moved to her side of the booth, putting my arm around her. The noise of a group of women talking and laughing grew louder behind us and Faith stirred uneasily in her chair. “No one enjoys going to the doctor’s office,” I told her.
She stammered, her voice wavering as her eyes glistened with tears. “I-It’s not just that. A real live baby? I don’t know if I’m ready for that kind of responsibility. Sometimes, I feel like I can barely take care of myself.” Her lip quivered as a tear rolled down her cheek.
I grasped her hand, brought it to my lips, and kissed the ring on her finger, reminding her what our wedding bands meant. She averted her gaze slightly, looking embarrassed.
“I’m your daddy, Faith. Or did you forget? That means you don’t have to do it all alone.”
I could see the tension slip away from her shoulders as a half-smile crossed her lips. Her mood seemed suddenly buoyant, taking in my words. The pride in being the man she could count on was an adrenaline rush like no other, and nothing could ever stop me from feeling this way.
“It’s like my brain has a delete button for that,” she murmured. “I can’t believe this is really happening.”
“Get it into your head, princess. Now, do you need me to feed you your lunch?” I wondered aloud.
She smiled and gave a quiet chuckle, her fingers gripping my hand as if it were the only thing that kept her from flying away. I kissed her knuckles, comforted that she would always find solace in me like this.
“I’ll never let you go,” I whispered as I wrapped my arms around her. “Now eat your fries like a good girl.” I pulled her onto my lap, certain she felt what she did to me when she let me care for her this way. My cock was harder than a Halligan bar. I dipped her fry in steak sauce, just how she liked it, and watched her bite into it with a satisfied hum.
“See there?” I said, wiping the smudge of sauce from the corner of her mouth with my napkin. “You have your daddy to do it for you.”
She leaned into my embrace, resting her head against my shoulder as if to say that was all the answer she needed. We stayed like that for some time after finishing our food.
I paid our bill, and we headed outside, stepping into the brightness of the day. I brushed a strand of coppery hair from her face and kissed the top of her forehead before we strolled down the street hand in hand. She seemed lighter now, finally at ease.
“Faith?” The person that called her name had a grating male voice, and it had a particular sound that made my skin crawl—like nails on a chalkboard.
So whiny.
So needy.
It didn’t deserve to have her name on its tongue.
My little one tensed in my arms and grasped my hand more firmly as she hid behind me. I shielded her from the strange man, ready to fight for her if it came to that.
“Wow, seeing you again brings back so many memories,” he sniveled.
My girl spat out, disgusted, “Memories? What does that mean? Did you have my memory on your mind the whole time you were in Mexico, hanging out with other women? Never texting or calling me?”
Wait a minute.
Was she still interested in this guy?
Oh, hell no.
Her next words told me what I wanted to hear. “I’ve moved on, Jake.” She held up her ring finger. “Time to move on.” Her voice was firm and unwavering.
I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders, and set the most intimidating glare I could muster onto him—daring him to take another step towards her. He froze in his tracks, scared by the sudden coldness of my expression.
“What do you want?” My voice was harsher than usual, making sure he knew I wasn’t someone to mess with when it came to protecting what belonged to me.
The punk shuffled his feet before coughing nervously and backing away. “Name’s Jake, and in case you didn’t know it, one man will never be enough for her,” he stammered, before quickly retreating.
