by Andi Jaxon
“What’s up, sweet pea?”
She looks up at me with tears in her eyes, “I don’t know what silver wear is.”
I pick her up and give her a squeeze, “It’s alright. Here, let me show you.”
We walk a few steps down the counter to the silver wear drawer, I pull it open and point to the contents inside.
“Sophie, those are silver wear.”
She looks at me skeptically, with both her hands on her hips,
“Mr. Adam, those are forks and spoons! If you wanted me to get those why didn’t you say so?”
“My apologies, Ms. Sophie. It won’t happen again. Now, let’s go set the table before we are both in trouble with your Mommy.” I say with a chuckle.
Sophie and I set the table just in time for Isabel to bring in dinner. I can get used to family dinners around the table every night. Ever since these two came into my life, my house doesn’t feel so empty, and I am not so lonely.
As we finish up dinner, Sophie and I volunteer to clear the table and do dishes, so Isabel can relax for a little while. After a lot of protesting, she finally relents. As I am finishing up with the dishes, I realize I am not ready to part with these two just yet.
“Isabel, since it is still early can we watch a movie before bed?” I ask
“Please, Mommy? Please?” Sophie begs her mother.
I don’t know how she does it, but Isabel manages to keep a straight face when she answers Sophie,
“One SHORT movie Sophie Grace. Now run upstairs and get ready for bed. I will give you a bath in the morning.”
“Thank you, Mommy! Thank you, Mr. Adam!” Sophie cries before running over to her mother to give her a hug. I am shocked when she runs over to me and gives me a huge hug around the legs.
“That was really nice of you to suggest, Dr. Patterson,” Isabel whispers.
“When did I become Dr. Patterson again? My name is Adam, Isabel,” I say firmly.
I watch her shrink away from me, preparing to be struck.
“I’m sorry. I would never hurt you, either of you. I would die first,” I plead as I grab both of her hands in mine.
“I know, Dr. Pat… I mean Adam. It is going to take some time for me to get used to. All either of us has known is pain and anger from a man. So, it is what we expect daily when something is not done in a specific fashion.”
“What can I do? I will do anything, anything at all.” I beg her.
She moves in closer and gently wraps her arms around my waist.
“Just give us time.”
I pull her body closer to mine and give it a gentle squeeze,
“You can have all the time in the world, as long as the two of you spend it with me.”
Isabel
Getting my heart rate under control is no easy feat. Not only did Adam scare me to death when he touched me unexpectedly, but I feared his anger when he realized dinner wasn’t ready.
But he wasn’t angry, he sat and listened to Sophie tell him about her day and even helped me clean up. He said I don’t have to clean up after him, but he doesn’t know that I actually enjoy doing it. It makes me feel useful like I’m taking care of him, instead of the reverse. Plus, I find myself smelling his shirts before I put them in the washer. His spicy scent mixed with the antiseptic of the hospital is comforting; he is comforting.
My life was filled with nothing but fear until now, but I cannot help continuing to fear. Jason is still out there, somewhere. He’s still searching for us, he won’t stop until he finds us. He does not give up easily. Adam assures me that I can trust him, but after all the years of Jason beating me for the littlest things, the fear response is still there. Adam wants to take care of us, he may even grow to love us.
I want to relax with him, be normal. I want Sophie to grow up in a house where she can be a little girl, and not be afraid to make a simple mistake. I’m not sure how in such a short amount of time, but it’s clear Adam loves Sophie, but can he learn to love me? Am I even loveable, so broken and bruised?
He makes me nervous, but in a good way. I feel safe when we are together. I crave his touch after only a few brushes of his hands against me. Maybe if I allow him to touch me, for us to be intimate, it will be better than I can imagine. Maybe it’s time to let him…
C H A P T E R E I G H T
Adam
After cleaning up dinner, I head to my room alone. I need to devise a plan on how to get Isabel more comfortable with me. It’s becoming harder to control myself around her, but it’s the least I can do given her current circumstances. There has to be a way to show her how much I want her, without shoving my tongue down her throat every time I see her.
Suddenly there is a soft knock on my door, and before I am even able to say come in, my door opens. Isabel quickly steps in, wearing only a long shirt, and shuts the door.
I don’t think I have the strength to turn her away again.
“What can I do for you, love?” I really need to stop doing that.
While looking at the floor, I hear her mumble something. I lean forward, straining to hear her with no luck.
“I’m sorry Isabel, but I need you to speak louder.”
Suddenly, her head snaps up, and for the first time in weeks, she looks me in the eyes.
“I want you. I want you to touch me,” she says. “I’ve never wanted anything so much. I want to know what it’s like to feel pleasure,” she whispers, hesitation evident in her eyes.
“I can help you with that.” I smile as I position her in front of my bed.
Capturing her lips with mine, I feel her release a shuddering breath as she surrenders to me. I trace her bottom lip with my tongue as my hands roam across her milky skin. My hand travels down her thigh to slide back up under the shirt she stole from me.
No panties?
I feel goosebumps begin to erupt across her skin.
And she shaves? Sweet Jesus!
After placing a chaste kiss on her lips, I lean forward, urging her to sit and begin crawling on the bed after her.
She’s trembling
“You okay?” I say gently as I caress her cheek.
“I think so,” she says breathlessly.
She slides her hands up my chest and around my neck to pull my lips back down to hers. Using one arm to keep myself propped up, I use the other to lift my shirt to see her breasts with their tight dark nipples. They are just begging to be licked, nipped, and sucked.
Who am I to argue?
Locking eyes with hers, I bend down to suckle her nipple lightly, the flavor of her skin causes me to moan, while my hand caresses her other breast. She begins to relax as I nip lightly, then suck the peak into my mouth. I inhale the warm vanilla scent that seems to come from her chest before moving to tease her other breast in the same way. I kiss my way further down her body, nipping here and there along the way, taking in the soft flesh of her stomach until I reach her pussy. Slowly, carefully, I part her lower lips and lick her. I try not to devour her like a starving man, but it takes all my self-control to go slowly. Isabel gasps in surprise from the unexpected sensation.
“Adam…” she whimpers.
“Yes?” I respond, softly rubbing her clit with my fingers.
“I’m trying not to be, but I’m scared,” she says softly, her hips moving, not knowing whether to get closer or pull away from my hand.
“I know you are, baby girl. Do you want me to stop?” I ask, looking up at her from between her thighs. I will have a serious case of blue balls, but I’ll stop if she tells me too.
With a hesitant smile on her lips, she shakes her head ‘no.’
“That’s my girl,” I say with a wink.
I lower my head again, licking and sucking her clit into my mouth. Her gasps and moans of surprise and pleasure make me feel like a sex God. I desperately try to follow her movements as she jerks her hips off the mattress. I enter one finger into her and her hips crash back to the bed. I easily move my finger in and out of her since she’s drenched.
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br /> Isabel’s cries of pleasure encourage me to add a second finger to her dripping folds, taking her pleasure higher. A low growl emanates from my throat as her cries change, signaling that she’s close to ecstasy. The feel of her skin heating around me makes me impossibly hard. I have to grind my dick into the bed to get some relief. She begins to convulse around my fingers, her thighs squeezing my head before she throws her head back and cries my name.
I have never seen anything more beautiful.
Once she comes back down from her high, I pull back, wiping my mouth on my shirt. I can’t help the smug look that crosses my face as I crawl back up her body, letting her feel some of my weight, my cock pressing against her hip.
“How was that, love?” I ask with the smirk still on my lips.
“Is it always like that? I want to do that again,” she says between gulps of breath.
Isabel
My heart is pounding in my chest, and my breathing is rapid. I never knew anything could be like that, could feel that good. I feel Adam pull away from me, both physically and emotionally.
“What’s wrong?” I ask him.
He won’t look at me; he is looking at anything but me. I feel exposed, vulnerable. Sitting up, I try to cover myself, but can’t find my shirt.
“Isabel, I think we should stop,” he says, adjusting himself. “You’re a beautiful woman, and I want nothing more than to sink into you, but I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
His words slice through me as ice forms in my veins.
What did I do wrong? Why doesn’t he want me?
Tears start to fall down my cheeks as he hands me my shirt, adjusting himself again.
“Please don’t cry,” he says, wrapping his arms around my huddled form.
“Good night, Dr. Patterson,” I say to him as I pull out of his arms and slip my shirt on.
“Wait, Isabel, please,” I don’t stop to listen to his excuses.
Returning to the room I share with Sophie, I close the door and lean against it. I don’t understand what happened.
Why did he push me away? He enjoys hurting me as much as Jason did. Adam just uses different means to accomplish it.
Adam
FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!
I try to catch her before she can get to her bedroom door, but she is in with the door locked before I can reach it. She is lucky that Sophie is in there or I would be banging on it like a lunatic.
“Isabel, please let me explain,” I beg through the door.
I can hear her sobbing quietly through the door, I lean my head on the door as I continue to speak,
“Isabel, please. I have never wanted anyone more than I want you right this very moment. You are beautiful, inside and out, but I don’t want to hurt you. I want our first time together to be perfect and free of regret. I want for you to want me as much as I want you. Not just because you feel like you have to repay me for helping you.”
Suddenly the door flies open, and I barely have time to brace myself on the door frame to stop from falling in. Once I regain my balance, I look up to see her standing in the doorway, eyes ablaze with anger and splotchy skin obviously from crying. I reach out to place my hand on her cheek, but she steps away. She tries to slam the door in my face, but I quickly place my foot in the way before it is shut entirely. Isabel then uses the door as a shield, as if I am going to harm her in some way.
“Isabel, what’s wrong?” I ask confused.
“What’s wrong? I will tell you what is wrong. I came to you, to share with you something that I have never shared with ANYONE before. A part of myself that no one has ever seen, but you decided that it was not good enough. That my decision was NOT MINE to make. YOU THOUGHT that you knew what was best for me instead of ASKING me what I WANTED.”
“Isabel, I’m sorry. Truly, I am. I’m just trying to do right by you and Sophie…” My words are cut off with the slam of the door in my face.
I can’t help but look at the door in shock. She then cracks the door enough for me to hear her speak.
“I apologize for slamming the door in your face. I am one that understands that you should never do anything in anger, but you will not bring MY DAUGHTER into this. This is about the two of us and your inability to see me as something more than a victim. I am a woman with my own thoughts and feelings. I tried to share them with you today, but you chose to ignore them.”
I can hear her breath catch as she begins to cry, I want to push the door open and wrap her in my arms, but I know I am the last person she would accept comfort from.
“Love, I promise that was not my intention. Words can’t express how much both of you mean to me.”
“Adam, I hear what you are saying, I really do. But all the sweet words in the world mean nothing if your actions don’t back them up. Good night, Dr. Patterson.”
With that final statement, she closes the door and possibly any chance I have of winning her heart.
C H A P T E R N I N E
Adam
I wake to the feel of pressure on my chest that I can’t place. As I slowly open my eyes, I am met with Sophie’s bright green ones. Her chin is resting on her hand with her broken arm lying beside my head, lying on my chest just watching me.
“Good Morning, sweet pea.”
“Good Morning!” she chirps.
This little girl has slowly become the center of my universe, along with her mother.
“What can I do for you this morning? Does your Mommy know where you are?” I ask her.
“Mommy is still sleeping. I don’t get to see you anymore, and I miss you,” she pouts.
That face! I swear every child perfects that face at birth. You know the face that can get them whatever they want when they want. That is the way Sophie is looking at me right now, and it breaks my heart.
“I‘ve missed you too, Soph, but I have to make sure the other boys and girls are okay. I help make their owies go away,” I say as I snuggle her into my chest.
“I know, but…” she trails off.
I gently lift her chin, so she is looking into my eyes.
“What is it, sweet pea? You can tell me whatever is bothering you,” I tell her.
“When you aren’t here, I’m scared that something will happen to me and Mommy. What will happen if Daddy comes back? You have to be here to protect us,” she says quietly.
Tears begin to trickle down her tiny face. I hate him for what he has done to them. A four-year-old girl’s biggest worry should be what Disney Princess she wants to be for Halloween, not whether her Dad is going to come back and hurt her or her mother.
I tighten my hold on her and sit up, so my back is resting against my headboard before saying, “Sweet pea, nothing will happen to you or your Mommy. I will always be here to protect you! No matter what. I love you, Sophie.”
She leans back, looking up at me in shock.
“You do? Really? You love me, Mr. Adam?”
“Of course, I do! What is not to love? You are the most beautiful little girl in the world. I am lucky to know both you and your Mommy,” I reassure her.
She launches herself onto my chest, wrapping her arms around my neck in a tight squeeze.
“I love you too, Mr. Adam, so much!”
Sophie
Mr. Adam loves me. I’m awesome and have been a really good girl. Now I know he would want to be my Daddy! I just need to ask him. I love getting snuggles from Mr. Adam. He smells different than Mommy, where Mommy smells like cookies, Mr. Adam smells like… I don’t really know, but I like it!
“How about some breakfast, sweet pea?” he asks.
My tummy answers with a grumble and we both laugh. Mr. Adam snuggles me into his chest before we both get out of the bed and head down to the kitchen.
As we enter the kitchen, he asks, “So what’s on the menu for this morning? Pancakes?”
“I can just have cereal. It’s okay.”
I don’t like lying to Mr. Adam, but I don’t want mommy to wake up and be mad because the kitchen
is dirty. She loves when things are clean and shiny.
“Come on, sweet pea! Your Mommy never lets me cook anything anymore, and I really love to make pancakes. We can even do it together, what do you say?” He whines at me.
“Mr. Adam, Mommy says we shouldn’t whine. It’s not polite. Please use your big boy voice.” I try to sound like Mommy, but he just laughs.
“Okay, Soph. I’m sorry. And your Mommy is right, you should always use your big girl voice. People will listen to you more when you are speaking in a big girl voice,” he says with a smile. “Now, why can’t we make pancakes?”
“Mommy likes to have a clean kitchen. She said that you, umm what was the word? Oh, now I remember, live like a dirty slob, and she can’t stand it. So, if you promise to clean up so Mommy won’t be sad when she wakes up, I would really love to make pancakes with you!”
Mr. Adam mumbles something under his breath.
“Hey! You should speak so everyone can hear you! That’s not nice,” I tell him, hands on my hips like Mommy does.
I give him my serious face like Mommy gives me when she is angry. I can tell he knows I mean business because he puts me down and kneels in front of me.
“I’m so sorry Sophie. It won’t happen again. Do you forgive me?” he asks me.
He is trying to give me the sad eyes. Does he not know that I have that look down to a science? It doesn’t work on me, mister. I pat his cheek like Mommy does to make me feel better.
“I forgive you, Mr. Adam. Just don’t do it again,” I say before giving him a sloppy kiss.
He reaches over and starts to tickle me, I can’t help but giggle.
“Hey! You said you love me, it’s time to stop with this Mr. Adam stuff. How about you just call me Adam?”
“You have to ask Mommy first. She says that I have to call adults either Mr. or Mrs. It is a sign of re..re…re..” I hate when I cannot think of the grown-up words that Mommy tells me sometimes.
“Respect. Mommy is right, but it is alright to call me Adam if you want, but I will ask Mommy. I do not want you to get in trouble.”