Brett's Little Headaches

by Silver, Jordan

  We pulled up to the house and I let them and the dog out, before checking the place over to make sure that everything was safe for them.

  “I’ll be back to get you for lunch, I’ll set the alarm before I go. Don’t go wandering around on your own, save that for when I’m here with you.”

  “Brett, I’m a grown woman, I gave birth to two human beings, would you stop treating me like a baby.”

  “You’re my baby, I don’t care what the fuck you’ve done. Now would you please stay in the damn house until I get back? Come here boys.” I knelt so that I could hug them both to me

  “Behave for your mom while I’m gone you hear me?” They nodded and babbled at me but I knew they were full of shit.

  “Come here you.” I pulled her into my arms and sucked her tongue into my mouth. “Love you, now you be good too, and pray that I don’t kill this fuck as soon as I see him.

  Roll your eyes at me all you want, but you know that shit can happen. See you later.”

  I’d called this kid a few days ago and asked him to meet me. I hadn’t given him much information only that I needed to talk to him about her.

  I needed to get this shit over and done once and for all so that I could give her the damn ring I’ve been schlepping around for the last couple of weeks.

  I wanted all three of them to be mine completely and after today, I will make that shit happen. I was prepared to do whatever the fuck it takes to do that shit, well, short of a couple things that I find repulsive.

  It was kind of anticlimactic meeting him. It turns out he was just a regular looking kid, who if I didn’t know who he was, I wouldn’t have noticed.

  He was quiet for one, nothing at all like what I envisioned my fiery girl going for.

  “Mr. Cantone?”

  “Jonathan?” He reached his hand out to shake and I took it. It was funny, but seeing him put me at ease. All the angst and worry I’d been carrying around with me for the last couple of weeks, just seemed stupid as fuck now.

  He fixed the glasses on his face and I felt like a heel. Not that he was bad looking, he wasn’t, but he just looked so, young. She would’ve eaten him alive.

  I was suddenly feeling very fucking good indeed, and was in a hurry to be done with it and get back to my girl and our boys.

  I took a seat across from him at the little table in the food court where he’d asked to meet.

  “Like I told you on the phone, this is about Laurie Payne.” The poor kid swallowed and looked around like he thought the Feds were going to come get him.

  “Relax kid, no one’s here to get you. I just want to know what your intentions are where Laurie and the kids are concerned.”

  Again he swallowed and looked nervous as hell. “What does she want me to do sir?”

  “Have you spoken to her since the boys were born, have you seen them?”

  “No sir, but I didn’t know what, that is...I didn’t think that she would want me to see them after the way I ran.

  I didn’t mean to leave her holding the bag like that I hope she knows that. But my friends said I could go to jail for a long time. My mom even said back then that maybe Laurie would give the baby up for adoption.

  I thought that might be best because I didn’t have any way of taking care of them.”

  “So you’ve never seen them, never had any interest in seeing them?”

  “My friends sometimes see them and tell me how big they’re getting and stuff, but Mr. Cantone, sir, I don’t think I ever wanted to be a dad. My own dad wasn’t very nice if you know what I mean, and I never wanted to be like him ya know, so...”

  “So if she got married and her husband wanted to adopt the boys you’d be okay with that?”

  “Well, do you know the guy, you said you work for him right? If he’s nice I guess I wouldn’t mind. If he’s going to be good to her and the boys, give them a better life, I guess. I can’t do anything for them and that’s for sure; and Laurie’s a nice girl. I’m sorry I messed up her life.”

  Damn, I was actually starting to feel sorry for this kid. “I don’t think she sees it that way, she loves those boys.”

  “You still didn’t answer me, is he nice?”

  “And if he isn’t? If I tell you that he’s a mean old bastard that will treat them very poorly, but he’s loaded, what then?” He actually puffed up his chest and folded his fist.

  “Then I’d have to do something. Maybe her dad would help her, he’s a cop.” I think he was ready to get out the chair and go to battle.

  “Are you in love with her?” Can you imagine the fuckery that was going on inside me while I waited for his answer? I’m so fucked in the head I was jealous of whether or not he was in love with my woman.

  “No sir, we were just kids playing around. We were friends more than anything else.” As usual I made a judgment based on what was in front of my eyes, and my gut.

  “What is it that you want to do with your life Jonathan?” I unbuttoned my suit jacket and relaxed back in my seat.

  And that’s how I ended up spending the next two hours hearing this kid’s life story, getting him to sign his kids over to me and cutting him a check for a quarter of a million dollars to start the bike shop he’d always dreamt of owning.

  The check wasn’t payment, I would never have done such a thing, and surprisingly the kid that had ran out on his pregnant...pal, was not looking to get paid.

  No, the money was because he had a need, and because what I was getting in return was worth more than any sum I could’ve given him.

  I walked away knowing that he didn’t bear her any great love, that he’d run because of a mixture of bad information and fear, and that at the end of the day, he was an okay guy.

  I was glad as fuck that he was headed to the other side of the country though, and that I wasn’t going to be seeing him ever again in this lifetime.

  I was finally able to breathe easy for the first time in a long while as I climbed into my ride and headed for home.

  ***

  “Well, how did it go?” We were finally in bed back at the condo later that night. The boys had run themselves ragged and were out for the night. Now, it was just she and I.

  “You wanna talk about this shit now?” I was busy getting her out of her clothes. I’m surprised she held off this long, but her timing sucked.

  “He signed the papers so that I can have the boys. Note I said I, which means you’re stuck with me, because they’re mine now.”

  I licked my way down her body until I reached her pussy, which was already starting to get wet. I lifted her to my mouth and licked her clit until it came out of its hood, then teased it gently with the tip of my tongue.

  She has lost all inhibitions in bed lately and I have the marks to prove it. She got it into her head that since I mark her she should mark me, and now my back is full of the scrapes from her nails.

  “Open for me baby.” She spread her legs wider so that my shoulders could fit and I feasted on her.

  “Ohhh, Brett...” her voice broke and trailed off just the way I like as she came in my mouth. “Come.” I knelt over her and led my cock to her waiting mouth.

  The sight of her tits made my cock stand up even harder. “Fuck babe, I want to cum on your tits.” But I won’t tonight though, oh no, I had more important things to do with my seed.

  She licked the head of my cock as she looked up into my eyes. She knows just how to get me going, and when her little hand came up and cupped my balls as she took me all the way back to her throat, I almost lost it.

  Fisting her hair, I fucked into her mouth until she choked, then I pulled out of her mouth and mounted her.

  “This is the last time we’ll discuss him ever again, here or anywhere else.”

  “Fine, just tell me, are you over whatever the hell that was you had going on?” I fingered her pussy once, twice, to get her juices flowing again, before pulling them out and slamming my dick into her.

  “Ahhh.” That got her attention.


  “Yes I am smartass but still the fact remains, you gave him two sons, you'll give me four."

  That was the end of the conversation for a while; we both became too caught up in each other.

  I pulled her legs higher around my back, bending her in half as I fucked into her hard and deep, trying my best to fuck her into the mattress.

  "Give me your mouth."

  She was breathing erratically as she turned her lips up to mine. Her body glistened with sweat as she moved beneath me wildly.

  “I you love you Brett.”

  “I know sweet girl I know.” I reached over, sending my cock deeper into her belly as I opened the nightstand drawer and removed the little velvet and leather box that I kept there.

  I never stopped moving inside her as I retrieved the ring with my teeth and dropped it on her chest.

  Leaning on one arm I took it in the other. “Give me your hand.” She didn’t hesitate, but lifted her hand for me to slip the ring on her finger.

  I pounded harder and harder into her as she clenched around me, while I bit down on the ring I’d just bonded her with. "By the way, I changed your pills weeks ago." And with that I pushed through her cervix and released my seed.

  Chapter FOURTEEN

  LAURIE

  “Brett, are you trying to impregnate me, or kill me?” I could barely get the words out because I was still breathing like a runaway train.

  “What, why, am I too heavy?”

  “No.” I squeezed my thighs around his hips so he’d know that that wasn’t it. I love feeling his weight on me, pressing me down, after we’ve made love. It adds an extra special something.

  When he could move he lifted his head from its favorite spot in my neck, to look down at me.

  “Then what is it?” He started moving inside me again.

  “That.” I pinched his ass, because seriously, he was too much. I don’t know where he got it into his head that we have to have sex every hour on the hour for me to get pregnant, but the last time I reminded him that I got that way the first time after only one try, the house was like a deep freeze for days. He’s so touchy about certain things.

  “We’ve been in this bed for four days, we’ve only left long enough to eat.”

  “And?” At least we were having fun while we were at it, because I seriously believe that it was his intentions to keep me here until the job was done.

  It’s been a month since he sprang his little surprise about the pills on me. At first I thought he was joking, I mean I would’ve noticed if my pills had been switched out wouldn’t I?

  But in the morning when I checked, which was the first time he let me out of bed by the way, he sure had changed them. I’d been popping vitamins since we moved in.

  I tried getting him to see just how wrong he was for that, but have you ever tried arguing with a tree stump? Yeah, it’s about the same. Only I think the stump might give you something, not Brett.

  It was only after his mom and I grew closer, and I had an ally that I came to understand him.

  Brett, to put it mildly, is spoilt. And now he’s leading my boys down the same path. As a single teenage mom, I know tough, or at least I thought I did. I hadn’t run into anything like him before though.

  He takes charge of everything without asking, and how he knows what I need is sometimes a mystery, because I try not to ask him for anything.

  With Brett more is always better. Which is why I’m surprised that he let me have my garden wedding two weeks ago at our new home, instead of the massive do his mother wanted to plan.

  I finally figured it out. He was trying to make up for all he thinks I’ve missed out on, which is sweet, but unnecessary.

  I also figured out how to deal with his brand of nutty. If he thinks something is harmful or can be potentially harmful, there’s no moving him. But if it’s just something I want or need, he’d move heaven and earth to get it for me.

  Let’s not get started on the boys. I think we now own the equivalent of two toy stores.

  After that day when he came back with the papers, nothing would do but that he adopt the boys right away.

  To do that he said, we first had to get married. I begged him to get a pre-nuptial agreement, I knew what most people were going to think after all; but his words were and I quote, ‘where the fuck you gonna go?’

  Now he’s had me in this bed for days it feels like. From the minute dad took the boys on a camping trip with their new uncles and grandfather, which is what Brett’s dad said they should call him.

  I should probably tell him that he’d already done the deal, long before I even knew that he’d changed my pills, but I needed just a few more days of peace and quiet. I knew that as soon as I say those words my life, as I know it, is over.

  “It’s not my fault that your pussy feels this good. It’s like you did something to it, it’s hotter inside and the walls feel different.”

  It can’t be, “really?” I moved with him now because I couldn’t help myself. He has this way of making me just as hungry for him as he is for me, no matter how worn out I might be.

  “Yes really, I stay hard inside you haven’t you noticed? So in essence it’s you who’ve been keeping me in bed all this time. When I’m not in you I’m thinking of being in you. And when I do get inside you, I can’t leave. I think you bewitched me.”

  Yeah that’s it alright. I think for the sake of my sanity and my sore girly bits I’d better tell him; heaven help us.

  “Brett?” I ran my hands soothingly down his back.

  “Yeah?” I almost couldn’t get my thoughts together because he was still moving inside me. Only this time it was slow and easy, instead of the pounding lust that we’d shared just a short while ago.

  “I have something to tell you.”

  “What is it?” He pulled his head back again. How can he look so relaxed when he was making me crazy?

  Here goes, “I’m pregnant.” He stopped all movement and just stared down at me for a full minute.

  “You sure?” His voice was as soft as I’d ever heard it; there was such reverence in it.

  “What’re you doing?” he pulled out of my body and laid between my thighs.

  “I want to see.” What could I do but roll my eyes at that? There was nothing to see, not yet anyway.

  But I endured his thorough inspection until he’d satisfied himself that there was nothing to see as yet, then he slid back into me and we made love for the rest of the afternoon. I guess it wasn’t just about breeding me after all.

  BRETT

  “Mom, I know what you’re going to say, but here’s the deal. My wife is not going anywhere for the weekend without me. I don’t know whatever gave you the idea that I would go for this.”

  “Brett, it’s not the weekend it’s just one night. We’ll go to the show and dinner and be back first thing in the morning.”

  “Take your husband with you, he likes that opera crap.”

  “But it’s girls night.”

  “Her girls night is going to be right here in this house. If she wants to see the Pirates of Penzance I can rent the movie.”

  “It’s not the same thing and you know it.”

  “Oh well. Did she put you up to this? Tell me she didn’t.”

  “No, she said you’d never go for it so don’t even try, but I thought for sure that if you knew she wanted to see it that you’d let her have her way.”

  “And she can see it, I’ll even sit through the crap when it comes here.”

  “But that won’t be for months.”

  “So? Mom get a grip, you know just as well as I do that there’s no way I’m letting my pregnant wife go off anywhere where I can’t keep an eye on her.” They didn’t need to know that I had more tags on my family than the pentagon had on the president; that would only defeat the purpose after all.

  The women in this family are about as sneaky as they come. Too bad I’m always one step ahead of them. In the two months since she told me she was carrying my child,
she’s been trying to make me crazy.

  In all fairness it wasn’t anything she was doing, it’s just that I find it hard to go on with my day when all I do is worry about something going wrong.

  My father in law and even my own dad seems to think that I’m a lost cause. According to their archaic memories, neither of them had the same issues I now suffer from.

  Like jumping up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat because you just knew you were going to get it wrong.

  Second-guessing everything. Staying up for hours trying to plan for what comes next.

  Right now I’m trying to spend as much time with the boys as possible so that when the baby comes there’s no conflict.

  I’ve been reading up on that shit a lot, because although this child was the first of my loins, those two will always be my firstborns.

  I know that Laurie needs that security for them, that a big part of her problem in the beginning was accepting that a man could want to claim her boys as their own.

  Since the adoption, I’ve done everything in my power to reassure her and I know it’s gone a long way to making her happy.

  Now all I need is to get through this pregnancy with my sanity intact and we’re good to go. I had no idea this shit was going to turn my life upside down the way it has.

  “I can’t talk to you.” She flounced up out of the chair and headed for the door.

  “Fine, who’s next in the lineup?” She didn’t bother to answer, which means she’s pissed. I don’t see why, I’m pretty sure she knew before she came into my study what the answer was going to be. Just as she’d known each time she’d asked me about one of their hair-brained schemes in the past.

  “Boy, what did you do to your mom, she’s steamed?”

  “I don’t see why; you two got anything else on the agenda for today? Because I really need to get some work done. The boys were in here two minutes before she was, telling me all about some new toy dad brought them.

  The object of me working from home was that I’d actually get some work done instead of worrying about you all the time.”