by Eden Rose
My world comes crashing down on me for the second time this year with Audrey. As I’m hearing what he’s saying, the only thing I could think of… I couldn’t lose them.
“You do whatever it takes to help my wife and baby,” I say affirmatively. “Whatever she needs, please do it.”
That was over three hours ago.
Now, Garrett and I sit in the waiting room and don’t say a word to each other. I appreciate the silence because I’m able to retreat into my own brain. The problem, I’m obsessing over everything that could happen to Audrey and my baby.
Liz and Jerry are huddled in the corner of the waiting room and they are sleeping. It would be cute and I would probably crack a joke about how they should be naked right now, but I don’t want to.
Garrett climbs off of his seat and then reaches into his pocket to pull out his phone. “I need to call my parents.”
I shrug, honestly, I don’t care if he calls them. It would be good for them to be here. I think for a second as to whether or not I should call my mom, but I decided against it. I don’t need her here and telling me how I deserve to feel this pain.
“Let’s get some coffee,” Garrett suggests to me and I shake my head.
“I don’t want to leave in case they have news.”
He steps in front of my vision and then shakes his head. “Dude, I know that you’re busy blaming yourself for this, but you need to get some coffee and some food in you. You won’t be any good if you give yourself a fucking heart attack.”
I know that he’s right and I scooch off of the chair. As we walk down the stale hallways, it feels eerie to me. It’s quiet and cold. There is absolutely nothing lively about it and I panic more because Audrey is in here.
“Let’s hurry up and get the coffee so we can get back.”
I pour four sugars in mine and don’t even give me shit about it. Yeah, I’m a dentist and I’m drinking coffee with sugar in it.
When we get back to main room, Liz and Jerry are standing there with tears in their eyes. I drop my cup of coffee on the ground and then I fall to my knees. My eyes flood with tears and then rage and heartache war with them
My heart begins to beat slower and I feel the breath leave my body. She’s gone. Everything is over and now she’s gone. My heart beats slower and slower until I can feel myself drifting away. I’m somewhere in an abyss and even though I’m here, I still recognize why.
I know that she’s dying because I’m dying with her. I greedily gasp in air but none of it floods through my body. It’s almost as if my body has shut down completely from the thought of not having Audrey.
“No! Please no! Fuck!” I yell out.
Epilogue: Damien
It’s been two years since the horrible nightmare of a day. With Liz dead and gone and all of the proof destroyed, the Michaels’ family relaxes and I live with the guilt of everything.
My mistakes is what caused their pain and there’s not a damn thing I could do about it.
I climb the stairs to wake up Hope, my daughter, from her nap. As I walk up the stairs, I look at all of the pictures and milestones of Hope’s life that are displayed on the walls of the stairwell. I love seeing her beautiful face. She looks so much like her mother.
“Dad! Daddy! Dad!” Hope cries out from her room.
This is a daily routine here. Hope wakes up and then screams out Dad at the top of her lungs until you go and get her. It’s adorable but the first time she did it, it scared the hell out of me.
As I push the door open, I see Hope standing and leaning over the crib wall with her arms out. “Dad!” She calls out with glee. I get a stupid smile every time I see that toothy smile that reminds me of Audrey every time.
“Hey, baby girl. Are you ready?” I ask her and stick my hands out to pick her up.
Once she’s on the ground with her wobbly legs, she toddles over to where her diapers are kept and grabs one. Then she walks over to where the wipes are kept and throws the container on the ground. Hope has the determined grin on her face as she manages to do this and I smile so hard at it.
She plops down on the ground and babbles on and on about presents. I change her diaper and get her all dressed again before she stands up and runs out of the room.
“Mom! Mommy! Mom!” Hope cries as she runs into our room.
“Hey, sweetie!” Audrey’s sweet voice says.
I run after the hyper toddler and then place her gently on the bed next to her mother. “Hey, my lovely. Did you have a good nap?” I ask her.
She smiles and then rubs her hand on her bulging belly. I grin at her and kiss her on lips. “Yes, I did. I wish you could have laid down with me, though. Your son is making me super tired.”
“Soon, baby. Real soon.”
“It’s Happy Birday to me!” Hope sings out.
Audrey and I both laugh a little and then sing her the Happy Birthday song. Hope tries to sing too, but she’s so off key. I won’t be the one to tell her that but I love watching her be in such a good mood.
On this day two years ago, I thought I lost the two most important people in my life. I thought for sure that Liz and Jerry had tears in their eyes because it was bad news. No, they were crying because it was good news and Audrey and Hope were fine.
For the first two months, we couldn’t take Hope home and it wore down on us. We were both ready for our daughter to be home and I was getting impatient. They needed to monitor her for any disabilities or handicaps but when she passed all of them, they let her go home with us.
My and Audrey’s relationship has only strengthened due to everything that has happened and I tell her everyday how much I love her. Thinking that my wife was about to die or did die, is enough to traumatize a man.
“When is everyone coming?” she asks me.
“They should be here in an hour. I have everything set up and ready for them to come. The cake was delivered about an hour ago. Want to go see?” I ask Audrey.
Hope claps her little hands and then sings: “Cake! Cake! I want cake!”
Audrey rolls out of bed and then slips into a pair of yoga pants because it was one of the only things that fit her. I don’t mind it when she wears them because I get to see her ass.
Checking to make sure that Hope is occupied doing something, I adjust myself so that Audrey could see me doing it. She smirks and then gasps at me.
Audrey
With everything that Damien and I have been through, I’m proud to say that we have stopped the bull shit and are now one hundred percent honest with each other. We stopped the games and all of the stupid shit and I feel as if we have a better relationship than before I got kidnapped.
Since I lost a lot of blood when I went into labor with Hope, I didn’t get to hold her for a whole week. It killed me that I didn’t have the strength to hold her or care for her.
Our world was rocked yet again six months ago when I found out I was pregnant with Jake. I worried that something would happen due to my last pregnancy difficulties, but everything seems to be going good. Hope likes to wear her “I’m a Big Sister” tee shirt all of the time and it’s adorable.
“Don’t you fucking start something,” I murmur to Damien. It’s been about a week since we last had sex and I’m craving it. I’m craving the dirty kind of sex where it’s carnal and animalistic.
“After the party, I’m going to chain you to that bed and fuck you until you can’t even talk.”
I smile at his challenge and decide to be sassy to him. “Promise?”
He nods his head and then leans over to grab a chanting Hope who is still wanting cake.
I put some makeup on and then spray perfume on to be semi- attractive for when I get Damien to myself. Garrett and Liz are taking Hope for the night and I can’t wait. It’s been a few months since we were able to have a whole night to ourselves and I want everything to be perfect.
“Audrey! Are you ready?” Damien calls up the stairs.
In a matter of an hour, our house is flooded with peo
ple here to celebrate Hope’s life. My little girl is in heaven as everyone showers her with attention and love. Each person brings her a present and then she rips apart the paper and tries to open the toy. It’s the fucking cutest thing ever.
Garrett walks over to me as I cut the cake and he smiles. “You did good, Audrey. I’m so proud of you.”
I smile and begin to cry a little. “I wish Barron was here.” Even though he’s been gone for over two years, I still miss him and want him to come home. I started seeing a grief counselor about the loss of Barron and they said that I would always miss him.
The grief counselor was the hospital’s idea for me to cope with everything that has been going on lately. We discussed my relationship with my family, how it’s strained and why it’s strained. One of the hardest things to talk about is Martin Porter. I hated knocking those bricks down to tell her everything that happened with it. Now that it’s out in the open with her, I do feel better.
Which I didn’t realize how much hate and anger I carried with me as I went through my life. I feel lighter now.
“I miss him, too. But he’s here with you. Just look at Cayla and Cam!”
I look through the window above the sink and see the two girls playing with Hope. “Yep, that would be something that Barron would do for me.”
He pats me on the hand and then smiles. “It’s okay to miss him. Just make sure that you remember he lives on.”
When Liz had her baby last year, a boy named Henry, he became more wise. Started talking like the Godfather or something. He tries to be the patriarch especially since I don’t talk to our parents.
My mother and father still say that I lied about being raped and are telling everyone that will listen that I lied about everything that happened. It hurts me to know that my daughter will miss out on having grandparents, but she deserves to have someone that will love her and support her.
Liz and Henry walk into the kitchen and I could see that Liz is tired. Henry is a very sickly baby who gets sick too easily. His immune system is messed up but other than that he’s pretty healthy. They have to constantly get their home cleaned by OSHA trained people.
“Tomorrow night, we will take Henry so you guys can go do whatever you want. Okay?” I tell her. I know that she’s been having it rough lately with trying to get back to work but she can’t find daycare.
She smiles at me and then looks over at my brother. “Are you ready to go home?”
Garrett leans in and picks up Henry. My nephew jumps into his arms and pats his face with his hands. “Yeah, let’s go grab Hope and get out here.”
After everyone had left, I made Damien stay downstairs. Since this is our first night together alone in a long time, I wanted to make it special.
I dig through my closet until I find my white lacey lingerie. Once I’m in it, I adjust my boobs so they pop out of the top a little more. I’m feeling sexy as I straighten out my diamond wedding set that he gave me two years ago. As I slip my feet into some heels, I hear the floor creak.
“Are you peeking?” I call out from the closet.
My answer is feeling the hot and ready body of my husband. His dick is rock hard as he presses it against my back and his hands are rubbing my stomach. “You’re so beautiful you make me ache.”
I smile and moan out loud as he lightly humps his dick against my ass. “I need you,” I whimper.
I don’t get another word out as he leans over to pick me up, bridal style. A few months ago, I gave up protesting that I was too heavy for this and he told me to shut up and fucked me on the kitchen counter.
He walks us into the bedroom and sets me down on the bed. I sit primly and wait for his directions. He’s in that mood where he wants to dominate me. Personally, he’s been going so soft on me when we have sex, that I need it nice and hard.
“Lay back on the bed and bend your knees.” I comply and then he picks up my ankles. “I want your feet at the edge of the bed and bring your ass down here for me.”
I comply and I wait for something. Anything. Damien doesn’t say anything or do anything and I look over at him. He’s staring at me and smiling. “What are you doing?”
“Checking out my assets. I’m a very wealthy man.”
“You’re a very wealthy man with a pregnant and horny wife.”
“I must do something about that then. I don’t want people to think that I can’t take care of my wife.”
“No, you don’t.”
Nothing more is said as his fingers close around my right ankle and picks it up. His lips close around the inside of my ankle and he then closes his teeth on the bone as well. It’s enough to make me scream out from it.
Damien presses the flat of his tongue on it to soothe the bite but I’m already on fire. “Are you wet for me? Are you ready for my tongue or my dick?”
“Both! Give me one!”
His tongue makes it’s way up my leg until it’s licking and sucking in the inside of my thigh. I shamelessly try to direct his face to my pussy. In response to this, he bites the sensitive flesh of my thigh and I yell. “Damien! Please.”
I don’t say a word as his hand soothes up my left leg until his nimble fingers are gripping the lace of my underwear. In a matter of seconds, he rips it off me and attacks me with his tongue.
He’s licking and sucking my clit and then fucking me with his fingers. I’m speaking in tongues of encouragement as my orgasm hits me hard and fast. Damien let’s me ride it out as I come hard.
I’m breathing like I ran a marathon but I don’t give a shit. My husband is very good at that.
Damien doesn’t give me a second to recuperate from my tidal wave of an orgasm because he’s stuffing me full of his hard dick in my mouth. I suck him deep and hard for a couple of passes and then he yanks himself out of my mouth. I give him a look that asks why.
But then he drills his hard cock into my pussy and I contract around him.
“Jesus, squeeze me like a fist, baby. Fuck yeah!”
Like instructed to, I tighten my muscles around his dick and he yells out a curse. I grab my breasts and squeeze them together to offer them to him.
He takes both nipples into his mouth and it’s my turn to curse. “Shit!”
This man is like a man possessed. He stops sucking my nipples and then focuses on fucking me into the bed. Since my belly is big, I worried that he wouldn’t get what he needed from me but his powerful thrusts told me that he was.
Damien’s thrusts are so powerful, that the bed is shaking and banging off the back wall of our bedroom. We have a mirror adjacent to the bed, and I look at it. I love looking at us having sex. It’s such a turn on.
“Look at us,” I demand.
He looks to his left and watches himself hump the shit out of my pussy. “Sex with you just gets better and better.”
“Come for me. Give me it,” I ask.
“Not until you tell me what I want to hear.”
“I love you!” I cry out as I’m sent into my second orgasm in minutes.
He grunts and then I feel his hot load fill me up even more. I smile to myself as he rests his sweaty head on my forehead. With the weight of his body against my stomach, I feel perfectly comfortable.
“I love you, too, baby. Thank you for coming back to me.”
The End
Thank you for coming on this journey with me. I hope that you loved them as much as I did.
XOXO,
Eden