Risking Fate

by Jennifer Foor

  Not this again. I feel like ripping out my hair and screaming at this dumb bitch.

  “I never gave you any impression that we could ever be more than friends, if we were ever even that. I’m not trying to be cold or hurt your feelings, Heather, but I have no other options here. If you ever loved me then please, Heather, please help me keep my daughter safe. I will pay you whatever you want, just help me. I wouldn’t have come if I wasn’t desperate. I can’t lose her.”

  Please help me save my daughter, my perfect little princess.

  “Toby doesn’t do that shit anymore. Our mom got him a job at the hospital. He is legit now. I think you need to leave Ty. I don’t know how you even have the nerve to come here and ask me for my help. I’m the last person that would want to help you.”

  Don’t take no for an answer. Beg if you have to.

  “I’ll give you five hundred dollars.”

  “Just go Ty.” She led me back to the front of the house.

  “A thousand.” She turned her head as she was opening her front door. Her eyes got wider.

  “You would give me and my brother a grand to help you? All this for a child that isn’t even yours?”

  “Please, Heather.”

  She rolled her eyes and closed the front door. “Let me call him and see if he’s even willing to do something like that.”

  I sat on the couch, for what seemed like hours and listened to her filling her brother in. When she finally hung up, I had given up all optimism on my plan working. She sat down in the chair across from me and folded her hands together. “He said he can do it. Since he works in the lab himself now, it will be even easier to manipulate the test. He said it would be even better if you could get a male that is blood related to the child to donate a sample instead of you. Does anyone live close enough?”

  “Her uncle lives with us.”

  “Well, since they aren’t testing the mother, he will show up as sharing similar chromosomes to the child. My brother can manipulate everything else to say what it needs to say. He wants the thousand dollars upfront and he said he will set up the appointment that way he handles the paperwork himself.”

  Oh my God…my idea was working.

  I felt like I wanted to cry again, but not because I was sad, because I was getting a paternity test that was going to save my daughter and keep her with me forever.

  “So that’s it?”

  “I will text you what time you need to come in. Have the uncle go with you.” I didn’t care about her shortness. I was elated.

  I don’t know why, but I stood up and hugged Heather. “I know I was an asshole to you for a really long time and I’m sorry for that. Thank you for this Heather. Thank you for saving my little girl.”

  She pushed me away and walked me down to the front door. “Have the money ready and I will call you with a time to go in. Oh, and Ty….”

  “Yeah?”

  “You look good, maybe even hotter than I remember.” She threw me what I think was supposed to be a sexy smile.

  It didn’t matter what she said. All I wanted to do was get to my wife. I practically ran out of there, just trying to get home to Miranda to tell her the news. It was already dark outside and I knew she was already starting to worry. I hadn’t called her at all.

  My drive home was fast and when I got in the door, the first thing I did was hug Miranda and tell her it was going to be okay. I couldn’t tell her who was helping us, but to me, it didn’t matter. Izzy was the important factor and everything was going to work out.

  I knew she wouldn’t approve, God she would have just gotten her pregnant self in a tizzy. We were already too worried, I couldn’t have her going into early labor over all of this. I just wanted this whole ordeal to be done and over with.

  Izzy came running out of her room. “Daddy, where did you go? You didn’t eat dinner with us.”

  I picked her up and carried her to the kitchen. She was really getting to be heavy. “Did you save me something? Daddy is really hungry.”

  She nodded her head. “It’s in the microwave.”

  “Tell you what kiddo, why don’t you go get your pajamas and meet me in the bathroom. I’ll be there in a minute.”

  She hugged me one more time before heading toward her bedroom. “Hurry up!”

  I looked out into the living room to see Miranda curled up on the couch. She was reading one of her baby books, but it was sitting in her lap and she was intently looking right at me. A smile started on one corner of her lips. I flashed her a full one back. “Love you.”

  “I love you too.”

  I let my food cook in the microwave and walked over to my wife. Once I got down on my knees, I grabbed her hands in mine. “So much, Miranda. I love you so much.”

  She removed one of her hands and ran it over my face. “Are you okay? You seem, I don’t know…weird?”

  “This weeks just been rough on me. It’s all going to get better now, in fact it’s going to go away forever, Baby. I promise.”

  She ran her hands through my hair as I reached up to kiss her. The food was beeping and I could hear Izzy calling me from her bathroom.

  Miranda started to get up. “I can get her bath goin’, Babe.”

  “No, no, I can do it. I will be right back. Just stay right where you are.” I ran back and saw my daughter standing bare ass naked with her hands on her hips.

  “Iz, little girls don’t stand around naked.”

  “Well, you told me to wait in the bathroom, Daddy.”

  I shook my head and laughed at her. “Do you want Uncle Conner to see your hiney?”

  She giggled. “No way!”

  “Well then you need to not walk around with no clothes on. Boys aren’t supposed to see your girl parts.” I checked the temperature of the water before lifting her into the tub.

  She swished the water around and looked up at me. “Daddy, you look at Mommy’s girl parts. I saw you do it before.”

  I was a pretty tan guy, but I actually felt the color of my face changing to a bright red. I cleared my throat and sat the seat down on the toilet, so I could think about what to say. “Iz, Mommy and I are adults and we are married. When you get to be a grown up and you fall in love…….” Oh shit! I was fucking this all up.

  I walked out into the hallway. “Miranda, can you come in here? I need you.”

  She met me in the hallway. “What’s wrong?”

  I got close enough, so that our daughter couldn’t hear us. “I was trying to explain to Iz that she shouldn’t walk around naked and that she needed to cover her girl parts. She wants to know why I like to look at you when you’re naked.”

  Miranda covered her mouth to contain her laughter. “So, what did you tell her?”

  “I started to say something, but I think it’s a mom kind of conversation, don’t you?”

  She shook her head and walked into the bathroom with me. “I think you are a chicken shit.”

  I smacked her ass before we both stood over the tub looking at Iz, playing with her mermaid doll. “Mommy, Daddy says that I can’t show my girl parts, but you do it all the time. How come?”

  Miranda looked at me and smiled, before looking back to Iz. “Sweetie, little girls can’t show their girl parts. You can’t show your girl parts until you get married.”

  “So Daddy never saw your girl parts until you got married?”

  “That’s right,” Miranda lied.

  It would have been too easy for the conversation to end at that. “Well, do you like looking at Daddy’s boy parts?”

  Miranda rubbed her belly and I had to stick my fist against my mouth to keep from busting into laughter. “Why do you want to know?”

  She shrugged. “Well, I know Daddy looks different than us.”

  Miranda looked shocked, like she was going to scream. “And how do you know that?”

  “Noah showed me his boy parts before. He said that all boys look like him. How come we can’t stand up when we pee pee?”

  Of course my wife
turns to me for help. I leaned against the bathroom door and took a deep breath. “Iz, girls and boys have different parts. Little girls are too pretty to stand up when they pee. God wanted you to be comfortable when you had to go potty. Boys are tough so we have to stand.”

  Miranda took her hand and smacked her face, shocked at my answer. I threw her a wink. “So God thinks girls are pretty?”

  “Yes, he thinks you’re beautiful. Now get washed and get out before you turn into an ugly prune.” Miranda stood up and walked me out into the hallway. “Really? God wants us to sit when we pee? You know she is goin’ to tell her teacher that.”

  “It’s better than her talking about you staring at my dick like it’s a bedtime snack.”

  Miranda kept walking, while shaking her head. I followed behind her and sat down on the couch. My dinner was cold again, but I didn’t care. I was starving.

  While I ate, she continued to watch me. “You want a bite?”

  “I’m goin’ to bite somethin’.”

  “Want me to lift my plate up, so you can get started?” A large pillow came at my head. Since I was eating, I didn’t have time to protect my face.

  “You pull it out and just see what I do to it, smart ass.”

  The truth was that I was getting hard just imagining her mouth on it. I was trying to chew my food up, but my focus was now on my cock. Miranda got up from the couch and left me sitting there alone.

  “What do you want to drink, Babe?”

  Aww, she was being nice.

  “I don’t care. I can share yours.”

  Izzy came out and jumped on the couch. Her pajamas were stuck to her body. “Can I have a bite?”

  I handed her a green bean and touched her pajamas. “Iz, did you get dressed while you were still wet?”

  “You forgot to give me a towel.” She grabbed another green bean.

  “Are you cold?”

  Miranda walked into the living room and sat down on the other side of me.

  “My feet are.” I set my plate down and started warming her little toes.

  “You better give Mommy a kiss, we need to get you in bed.”

  She sadly crawled over my lap and kissed her mother. “Goodnight Mommy.”

  “Night Baby.”

  I picked her up and carried my big girl to her bedroom. After I got her tucked in she folded her hands like she always did.

  “Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep. In the morning when I wake, I pray the lord my soul to take. Matthew, Mark, Luke and John, bless the bed that I lay on. God please bless my Mommy and my Daddy and my Uncle Conner and Aunt Van, and Uncle Colt and Noah and Sam and Christian and my teacher and Harvey.”

  She opened her eyes. “Did I forget anybody, Daddy?”

  I leaned down and kissed her.” No, I think God knows you love everyone.”

  “I forgot Mimi and Poppy and Grandma.”

  “It’s okay; I think he knows you love them too.” She remembered Colt’s dog though.

  “Daddy, are you mad at me?”

  I looked right at her. “What are you talking about, Iz? Why would I be mad at you?”

  She shrugged. “You didn’t get me from school today and you didn’t come home to eat dinner. Mommy looked sad too.”

  “Isabella, Daddy isn’t mad at you. I love you with all of my heart, Sweetie. I had something to do tonight, that’s all. I’m sorry I made you think that. You know you’re my favorite girl in the whole wide world.”

  “And Mommy too.”

  I kissed her forehead. “Yeah, and Mommy too. Get some sleep. I will see you when your pretty face wakes up.”

  “Love you, Iz.”

  “Love you too.”

  She could never get how much I loved her.

  Miranda was washing my plate when I made it back into the living room. “Where’s Conner?”

  “At your parents. Your mom is trying to set him up with some girl from her prayer group.”

  “What? Are you freaking kidding me?” There was no way Conner could be interested.

  “I gave him twenty bucks to go through with it. He claims he is goin’ to act like an ass the whole time.” Before Miranda got done talking, I reached my arms around her waist and hugged both her and my twins.

  “I missed you today.” More than she knew.

  She turned around and wrapped her arms around my neck. “More than yesterday?” Her nose pressed against mine, but she didn’t kiss me.

  I started closing my eyes, imagining those passionate lips making contact with mine. I licked mine to get them wet and ready. “So much, Baby.”

  She talked and let her lips touch mine. “Show me.”

  I picked her up and sat her on the countertop. She immediately wrapped her legs around me. After the week I was having, I couldn’t wait to be inside of her.

  I needed to touch her, to hold her and to feel her close to me.

  Chapter 11

  Miranda

  Ty’s kisses were hungry, almost ravenous. I was on the countertop for only a few seconds before he was carrying me to our bedroom. After he sat me down on the bed, he ripped off my jogging pants taking my underwear with them. He unzipped my jacket and somehow kicked off his workpants at the same time. I reached up and started unbuttoning his uniform shirt. He grabbed a chunk of my hair and pulled my head back as he came in and bit down on my bottom lip, pulling away with it.

  I ripped his shirt down his arms and let him do the rest removing it. His undershirt came over his head with one pull and I ran my hands up his bare chest.

  Ty growled as he laid me flat on the bed and unhooked my bra. He cupped my breast into his hands and buried his face into mine. He sucked so hard, I let out a small cry. I took my feet and pushed down the boxers off of his ass.

  He pulled away from me and took in my naked appearance. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

  I started to sit up, but he pushed me back down on the bed. “Stay right there.” Ty got down on his knees at the foot of the bed and grabbed both of my legs, pulling me down until my hot sex was right in front of his face. “I’ve wanted to do this all day.” He dove right in, licking and sucking me like he was fighting till the death. It was painful and fantastic at the same time. He ignored my cries as he pushed his tongue hard against my swollen nub. Even after I came, he continued licking me, over and over, all the while looking straight up at me. I had to sit on my elbows and found myself falling back a few times, because I couldn’t control the surge of trembles that were overpowering every limb of my body.

  His face came up to my belly and rubbed my wetness all over it. “Tell me how it felt.”

  Two could play this game.

  I grabbed him by his hair and pulled him up to my face. My tongue licked all over his chin, while my hands in his hair kept me in control of his head. “So fucking good, Babe.”

  “Turn your fine ass around. I need to be inside of you right now.”

  I turned over slowly and scooted myself on the bed further. I felt the mattress moving as Ty came up behind me. I started to spread my legs and put my ass in the air, but Ty came up and grabbed my hips. He didn’t even feel down there before he drove himself right into me. The instant pressure hurt at first and I cried out into the room.

  He gritted his teeth when he talked to me and grabbed the back of my hair as he thrusted himself in and out of me, repeatedly. “Tell me you like it.”

  I closed my eyes and focused on how good it felt. “Oh yeah, I want it harder.”

  He started pumping me even harder. I reached down between my legs and cupped his balls into my hand, massaging them as he fucked me. The harder he invaded me, the more I squeezed. “Oh God, Miranda.” Ty collapsed over my back and finally let go of my hair. I relaxed my head and felt little kisses all over my back.

  He fell down over the bed next to me and pulled me on top of his chest. “Sorry.” He was trying to catch his breath.

  “For what?”

  He stroked my hair. “If I hurt you. J
ust feeling so stressed about everything. I didn’t mean to take it out on you, especially with the babies.”

  “Babe, you didn’t hurt me. I had three orgasms in like five minutes. I’m not complainin’. I get it. I know you would never really hurt me, besides, sometimes I like it.” I played with his nipple while I talked.

  “I feel better, like we can really get away with this plan and never have to deal with this shit again. I just want to take care of my family.” He put his hand over his face. “I hate feeling this way. It hurts so much.”

  “I know, Babe.”

  He reached around and cupped one of my ass cheeks in his hands, pulling my body up and causing my face to be even with his. “Please kiss me.”

  I kissed him passionately, letting my love for him guide me. After a good few minutes he broke our kiss and hugged me against his body. “Ty, are you okay?”

  “Please just don’t ever doubt me. I’d never want to hurt you.”

  His words were so weird to me. Ty was usually so sure of himself, especially after sex. In fact, some nights I could have taped his mouth shut, I got so sick of hearing it. “Babe, are you sure there is nothin’ else botherin’ you? You seem off.”

  I set back and watched him slide off the bed and walk into our bathroom. It confused me how for the first time I felt like he didn’t want to talk to me. He’d always been so open and as much as I wanted to be angry, I felt hurt about it, like he didn’t trust me.

  The shower turned on and I could hear him opening the cap to the shampoo. I walked into the bathroom and climbed in the shower behind him. My lips placed kisses over his back as I hugged him close to me. He reached his hands up to his chest and held both of my hands there while he leaned against the wall, letting the water fall down the both of us.

  Ty usually held his emotions on his sleeve, so for him to not want to talk was making me worry. His silence left me uneasy. “Ty, please talk to me. You’re scaring me.”

  He turned around slowly and I watched the water, hitting his head and trickling down his face. His wet lips opened to say something, but he closed his eyes and pressed them to my head instead. When he finally let go, he grabbed the shampoo and started washing my hair. His fingers massaged my scalp and I started to relax from the way he always tried to nurture me.