Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
"It wasn't like that, it was just a silly mistake from too much drinking, but nothing happened I swear."
"I think the only reason you're sorry is because you were found out, I think if nothing had been said you two would probably still be carrying on behind my back." The thought of it churned my stomach. I was never so pissed in my fucking life. After all this time now she tells me she's pregnant, now in the midst of this shit storm? When there was doubt? How could there not be? As much as I wanted to believe that the child was mine how was I to know?
"Why didn't you tell me this when I first got back?"
"You never gave me a chance..."
"I was home for three days before all this happened, you could've told me then, why the fuck didn't you?"
"I wasn't sure."
"And you're sure now?" She nodded her head at me, "I saw the doctor today." I could only look at her, my fucking wife; how did things get so screwed up? I never thought something like this would ever be a part of our lives, we were supposed to be in love, people in love didn't do shit like this to each other did they? "How far along are you?"
"Three and a half months." Her voice was the soft whisper like quality I was accustomed to, my innocent girl, now sullied. "Should I be asking for a paternity test?" She looked like I'd slapped her, too fucking bad. "Tell me Madelyn, if some woman came here and told you I had been fooling around with her but we didn't go all the way, and that woman shows up pregnant not long after, wouldn't you question whether or not the child was mine?" She clutched her throat and barely made it to the end of the porch where she threw up. I guess that answers that question.
"Get in the house, you can sleep in the guest room until I figure out something. Don't even think that this changes anything; all this means is that you might or might not be carrying my child, until I decide if to believe you or not you will stay here. On the off chance that it is my baby I want to make sure that he or she is taken care of." Ask me if I cared that I was being a dick? Nope, fuck this shit, she hurt me in a way no man should ever suffer, let her ass bear the consequences for her fuck up.
"Maybe this was a mistake, I shouldn't have come here..."
"Too late, you're here and there's no way in hell you're going anywhere with my kid inside you."
"But you don't believe that it's yours."
"As long as there's room for doubt I'll err on the side of valor, now get in the damn house and don't piss me off anymore than you already have." She mumbled something under her breath but I chose to ignore it. I wasn't about to argue with her, I'd said what I had to say that's that.
"Can I have one of your shirts to sleep in?" I gave her a look; she always slept in one of my shirts, usually the one I had worn that day. It was sexy as fuck and she knew what it did to me. I walked into the bedroom and got a clean shirt from the drawer, returning to the living room I threw it at her and went back to dinner. I was done with her for the night.
I had things to think about, like a kid on the way. I felt myself smile for the first time in days; I’m going be a dad. I had no doubt that the kid was mine. Like I said, I believed her when she said things hadn't gone that far, that didn't mean I was just going to accept shit and go on like nothing happened. A kiss no matter how it came about was a big fucking breach of contract in my book. It will take and act of monumental proportions to get me over this shit. I know me, I’m a hard taskmaster, I give her one hundred percent and I expect no less in return.
I hope things cleared up real soon though because I’m horny as fuck. It had been three days since I had any and I wasn't use to going without. On the job was one thing, but this self-induced celibacy bullshit was not for me. Not since I first took her had I gone so long without being inside her while stateside; unless she was on her period, which just hell no, not for me. It will be fun to see how long I held out with her in the house. And knowing my kid was inside her was just fucking with my head now too, that shit was hot.