by B. B. Hamel
No, I can’t trust Peter, and I can’t trust Michael. I can’t just ask my mother, because if I am pregnant, she’ll just force me to have an abortion or to go away somewhere and have the baby, then force me to put it up for adoption. I can only imagine the heinous things she’d say to me. I don’t even want to picture how my father would react.
And since I’m under constant guard, I can’t just go to the store and get it myself. I can’t order it online, since I can’t get online, and I don’t know who I could contact to ask for help. I don’t trust any of my friends, even if they were home. The gossip in my community is so crazy and intense that I know the second I tell someone I’m pregnant, everyone will know, and my parents will murder me.
I have only one option and it’s the last thing I want to do.
I stare at my phone, six days after my missed period. It’s six o’clock at night. I have dinner with my family and pretend like everything is fine, even though it’s definitely not.
My heart is hammering when I’m back in my bedroom with the phone in my hand. I don’t know what the hell I’m going to do or what Gavin is going to say. He never signed up for this. He never wanted to get some virgin like me pregnant. He says he wants to see me more, even wants to take care of me and be my Daddy, but he never said anything about being a dad for real.
I can’t put it off. I don’t have other options. I dial his number and wait as it rings.
He answers on the third ring. “Hey, you,” he says. “I was hoping I’d hear from you, Sadie girl.”
“Gavin,” I say quickly. “We need to talk.”
He pauses. “This sounds serious. Are you okay?”
“I think so,” I say. “I mean, yeah, I am.”
“Is it your family?” he asks. “I can come for you right now. Just say the word.”
I blink, a little surprised. “No, it’s not that. I mean, it’s sort of that. Just, listen, okay?”
“Okay,” he says, though I can tell he wants to ask more questions.
I take a deep breath to calm myself. I’m practically shaking with nerves. “Gavin, I missed my period.”
He doesn’t respond right away. I sit there listening to the silence on his end, not knowing how he’s reacting or what he’s thinking. I’m so afraid he’s going to just hang up and leave me. It never occurred to me until right this second that Gavin could walk away and never talk to me again so easily, and leave me all alone to face the wrath of my family.
“Are you sure you’re late?” he asks.
“I did the math,” I say quickly. “And I’m always on time. I’m really regular. It’s been six days.”
He takes a deep breath. “Okay. I’ll get pregnancy tests. You need to get out of there tonight.”
I blink, a little surprised. “Really?” I ask him.
He laughs softly. “Really,” he says. “We talked about this before, remember? Just start running.”
I nod once, remembering that conversation. He told me that if I really want to get out, I just have to run away. They won’t physically stop me. My father will know I’m gone, but my guards won’t touch me, there’s just no way my father would hire people that would actually physically force me to stay put. They’re there to scare me. I think Gavin’s right about that but I’ve been too nervous to test it.
“Are you sure you want this?” I ask him softly.
“Of course,” he says instantly. “Sadie, I told you I’d take care of you, no matter what. Meet me tonight at midnight at the usual spot. I’ll be waiting.”
“Thank you,” I say, biting back tears.
“Don’t thank me,” he says softly. “I’m your Daddy, Sadie. I’ll keep you safe. We’ll figure this out together.”
“Okay,” I say.
“Tonight. Can you do it?”
“I can do it,” I say.
“Good. See you then.”
I hang up the phone and stare at the floor.
Conflicting emotions roil in my body. On the one hand, I’m terrified that I’m probably pregnant, and now I have to escape from the apartment. But more importantly, Gavin isn’t going to leave me. He’s going to take care of me. He’s going to help me.
I can get away. I know it won’t be hard. Just before midnight, I’ll run out of my room and out the front door as fast as I can. It’ll take the guard by surprise, and I know I can get down the stairs pretty fast. They won’t be able to catch me.
And then I’ll meet Gavin, and we’ll find out together.
19
Gavin
I never wanted to be a father. Well, honestly, I never really thought about it before. I always just assumed I never would have kids. I never met a woman before who I might even consider doing that with.
Having a child wasn’t something I thought about with Sadie, but now that it might be happening, the idea doesn’t scare me nearly as much as I thought it might. Maybe if she were anyone else, I might run away, or something equally shitty. But I could never do that to Sadie.
I care too much about her for that. I haven’t seen her for a month, but our relationship is stronger than it ever has been. We spend so much time talking to each other, that I feel like we’re closer than I’ve ever been with someone.
The only down side right now is my business war with her father. He’s been slowly pecking at my businesses, taking away clients, scaring off partners, and generally fucking shit up. I’ve been able to stop the bleeding for the time being, but he’s not backing down. He’s using every dirty trick in the book to come after me, and slowly but surely, it’s working.
So far, I haven’t lost much, but I will. And I’m afraid of what Sadie will think if I don’t have the sort of money that I did when we first met.
I’ll always be able to take care of her. I’m too rich to ever go back to being totally broke. But I don’t know if I’ll be as wealthy as she’s used to, and that makes me nervous.
One thing at a time, though. I pull up at the usual spot and wait. She’s not there, but I’m not surprised. She has to break out of her prison first. The thought of what her father has put her through makes me so angry I can barely breathe.
If she’s pregnant with my child, she’s not going back to them. No way in hell will she go back into that apartment without me. I’ll fight them all off for her, and I know I’ll win. Because Tillman wants to use Sadie as a pawn in his game, but I want to genuinely take care of her and make her happy.
After a few minutes pass, I start to get worried. But before I can pick up my phone and call her, I notice someone running toward me. It takes me half a second to realize that it’s Sadie.
She gets to my car, out of breath from running, and jumps inside.
“Go!” she yells.
“What?” I ask, grinning at her.
“They’re chasing me!”
I look into the rearview mirror and sure enough, two guys are running down the block.
I laugh and peel out, leaving them in my dust.
“I can’t believe they actually chased you.”
“I know, right?” She laughs, breathless and pink from exertion. She looks so fucking beautiful, and I suddenly realize with a pang that I may be looking at the mother of my child. “They were trying to get me to stay, but you were right. They didn’t touch me.”
I grin at her. “I’m impressed.”
“Me too. I didn’t know I could run so fast.”
I laugh and drive us back to my apartment where the tests are waiting. We talk about her escape as we go, though I can tell we’re both just trying to avoid the real subject. When I’m parked, we head upstairs. She drops her stuff on the kitchen island and bites her lip.
I can tell she’s afraid. I wrap my arms around her and pull her tight against me. It feels so fucking good to be touching her after this long, torturous month. I kiss her hard on the mouth, enjoying her, tasting her, not thinking about the real reason she’s here.
We enjoy the kiss for as long as it lasts, and finally she breaks away.
“I�
�m nervous,” she admits.
“It’s okay,” I say. “I’m here for you.”
“Do you…?” She trails off and looks at me expectantly.
“In the bathroom,” I say. “There are a few tests in there. I did some research, I think I got you the best tests.”
She nods, taking a deep breath. “Is it too early?” she asks.
“No,” I say. “I think they say a week is the most accurate, but six days should be fine.” I take her hands and squeeze. “Do you want me to come with you?”
She nods a little. “Yeah. It’s embarrassing but… I don’t want to be alone.”
I smile and kiss her softly. “I think I can handle you peeing a little bit.” I grab a small juice glass from the counter. “Here.”
She looks at it, confused. “For what?”
“Pee in there,” I say, laughing. “Then you dip the stick.”
“Oh,” she says, nodding. “Of course. Makes more sense than trying to pee on the stick.”
I kiss her one more time and then she goes into the bathroom alone. She pees into the glass, and when she’s done, she calls me inside.
We stare at the little glass of her urine. She opens the first box, dips in the stick, and then we wait.
It’s an agonizing wait. Neither of us speaks. She stares at the stick and I wish I could read her mind in this moment. I wish she could read mine as well, because that way she’d know that I’d never leave her no matter what.
When the test finishes and it confirms that she’s pregnant, I surprise myself by laughing.
She looks at me, a little wide-eyed. “Why are you laughing?” she asks.
“I don’t know,” I admit. “I think I’m happy.”
She looks surprised. “You’re happy?”
I nod, grinning. “You’re pregnant! I never thought I’d be a father but… god, I’m going to be a dad. And you’re going to be the mom.”
She bites her lower lip. “You’re not mad? Or afraid?”
“Of course I’m afraid,” I say. “But mad? Not even a little bit.” I grab her hips and pull her against me. “You’re my girl, Sadie. I told you I’d take care of you.”
She smiles slightly and looks up at me. “Promise?”
“I promise.” I kiss her softly on the lips. “Now, let’s dip a few more sticks, just to be sure.”
She grins. “Okay. Sounds like fun.”
We spend the next hour taking the tests, mostly having fun with it. We kiss and laugh and talk, and each test comes up positive.
She’s definitely pregnant. By the end of it, we’re sitting out on the couch together, her legs in my lap, her arms around my neck. I kiss her softly on the lips.
“What do we do now?” she asks after a short somber silence.
I shrug. “What do you want to do?”
She pauses and looks at me. “Should I… you know,” she says.
I sigh. “I’ll support whatever you want to do, Sadie girl,” I say carefully.
“I know. But do you think I should? I mean, have an abortion.”
I smile softly. “I know what you meant. And I don’t know. Do you want to have an abortion?”
“No,” she says immediately, and then pauses. “No, I guess not.”
I smile broadly at her. “Good. I didn’t want you to, either. I just didn’t want to influence you too much. It’s your choice.”
“Why are you being so good about this?” she asks, genuinely surprised.
“What do you mean? This is my baby too.”
She shrugs a little. “I’ve heard of guys freaking out because of accidental pregnancies. I mean, you never signed up for this. I’m just some virgin girl you slept with.”
I take her chin, tilting her face toward mine. “No,” I say to her. “You’re not just that. You’re my Sadie girl. And I’m your Daddy.”
“Still,” she says softly. “You didn’t ask for this.”
“And neither did you. So I should just walk away and leave you to take care of it?”
“You could,” she says.
That makes me a little angry. “I can’t imagine the sort of bastard who would do that to you.”
She smiles a little. “I bet it’s more common than you think.”
“I’m not that guy.” I kiss her hard on the mouth. “Do you understand?” I say when I’m through.
“I understand.” She says, hardly a whisper.
I stare into her eyes for a second longer then I kiss her more deeply.
Suddenly, it feels like the whole month of tension between us bubbles over. One second, we’re sitting there and discussing what to do about our future, and the next I’m peeling off her clothes and teasing her breasts with my tongue.
I feel so goddamn impatient. I need her, I realize with a shock as my hands roam her gorgeous body. She moans as I slide her jeans over her hips and press my hands down her panties. I work her wet little clit and we kiss each other, both of us starving for the other.
She’s dripping wet already, soft moans escaping her lips as I kiss her, and I know I can’t wait. I slide my own pants off as I press her down on the couch. I get her panties down around her ankles before spreading her knees wide, showing off that pink little glistening pussy.
I bite her lower lip and press my cock against her. “You’re mine,” I say to her. “Do you understand? Every inch of your body is mine. From now on, you’re not going to leave my side, and I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers, and I plunge my cock deep inside of her.
She cries out with passion. I’m so fucking hard, and she’s so fucking wet. I slide right into her easily, since she’s been keeping herself ready for me with her vibrator all month. Still, she’s so goddamn tight, and I have to fuck her slowly at first, just to get her used to my size again.
But she warms up to me very, very quickly, and soon I’m sliding in and out of her tight little cunt and she’s moaning in my ear, hot and deep. Her moans drive me so fucking crazy.
“I’m going to make this pussy sing,” I say. “Fuck your tight pussy, fuck your tight asshole, make you take my every inch. You’ll choke on my cock and thank me for it. You’re my fucking girl, and I’m your Daddy.”
“Oh god yes,” she moans as I slide in and out of her. I pin her hands above her head, fucking her harder, ravaging her body.
It’s intense and it’s incredible. Neither of us could wait any longer, it’s pretty obvious. She’s writhing and moaning under my touch and I know she’s been ready to blow since the second she came into my apartment. She’s been dripping wet and thinking about this moment for a month, and now my cock is deep inside of her little cunt, and I can tell it’s better than she ever imagined.
I fuck her rough and deep, pinning her to my couch. Her wet little pussy slides against me as I rock myself into her, deep and hard. I love the way her breasts shake with each deep thrust, and I take a nipple between my teeth, teasing her.
“Keep going,” she moans. “Gavin, I needed this.”
“I needed this too,” I say. “I needed your tight pussy so badly. I’ve been picturing this for the last month, ever since you left.”
“Me, too,” she says. “Every second of every day. I’ve been dreaming about your cock fucking me like a bad girl.”
“You like being a bad girl?” I ask her, thrusting harder. She moans deep and low, her eyes shut. “You like getting fucked by Daddy?”
“Yes,” she admits. “God, yes, I love it.”
“Good,” I groan. “Fuck, girl, I’m going to come in this tight pussy. I can’t wait.”
“Keep going,” she urges, her hips moving. I love the way her hips roll against me. “Keep going,” she begs. “I’m almost there.”
I grip her hands harder, pinning them down, as she comes. I watch her face and her body tense and contract and contort as she comes hard and fast, and it tips me over the edge. I keep fucking her, rough and deep, and I come inside of her,
filling her the way just as I needed.
We come together, and slowly finish together. I kiss her deeply and hold her, and suddenly I realize that I’m not just holding her.
I’m holding Sadie and my baby. The baby we’re going to have together.
Joy floods me as I kiss her neck. She smiles and laughs a little bit, and kisses me back. My cock stirs a bit, and I know she’s in for a long night.
I just hope she can handle it. Because I’m going to give her everything I have, just to teach her what she’s in for with me. I think she can handle it.
20
Sadie
I wake up in Gavin’s bed, feeling a confused combination of happy and terrified.
I’m afraid for obvious reasons. I ran away from my powerful family to be with Gavin, going against their wishes. That would be bad enough, but on top of that, I’m also pregnant with Gavin’s child.
But for some reason, that doesn’t really matter to me. I stretch, smiling to myself, as Gavin rolls over and wraps his arms around my hips.
“Morning,” he says.
“Morning.” I roll around and face him. He kisses me softly on the lips. He’s so damn handsome, even first thing after waking up. “I had a dream about you.”
“Oh yeah?” He grins a little. “I’m sure it was pretty dirty.”
“Maybe.” I blush and smile.
“Tell me about it over coffee.” He sits up. “You want breakfast?”
I nod. “I’m a little hungry, actually. Didn’t eat much yesterday.”
“Good.” He gets up and goes into the bathroom. I hear him getting ready in there as I sit up against the headboard, looking around his room.
For a second, I’m afraid that last night didn’t actually happen, and the whole pregnancy test thing was actually the dream. But as soon as he comes out and looks at me, I know that’s not the case. I know it was all real, far too real.
He walks over and kisses me softly. “You okay?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I say. “Of course. Totally fine.”
He smiles a little. “I know this is weird. And you’re scared. But it’s going to be okay. Everything I said last night still stands.” He kisses me one last time before disappearing back into the kitchen.