by Jamie Knight
“Maybe later. He went out, so it’ll just be the two of us for a little bit.”
Olivia didn’t seem upset. In fact, she looked a little excited. I was happy that someone in the house was visually happy to spend time with me.
We got back to the house, and Olivia and I spent the whole day playing together. We did dress up and a tea party. We drew and painted and made things with Play-Doh. It was a happy day.
Noah didn’t come home the whole time. I got Olivia bathed and fed and out her to bed. I was sure he was fine, but I was feeling a little anxious. He hadn’t contacted me, and phone signals were spotty in the woods, but still. I just needed to wait for Noah to come back.
About half an hour after Olivia went to bed, Noah walked through the door. I was so happy to see him that I jumped up and ran straight into him, giving Noah the biggest hug I could.
“You’re back!”
“Of course, I’m back.” Noah seemed a little confused. He gave my back a few pats. He was probably a little freaked out, but I didn’t care. I was just happy he was safe.
“Yeah, I’m sorry. I guess I was just a little worried.” I wiped some tears that came out unexpectedly as I stepped back.
“Right. I should have texted you. I’m sorry.”
An uncomfortable silence fell on the two of us. We were both experiencing memories of what happened two years ago. I hadn’t wanted to admit to myself that that was why I was scared, but it was.
“It’s fine, it’s fine. What were you doing?”
“Why don’t we —” Noah motioned towards the living room. I followed him, and we both ended up on the couch. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Of course.”
“Why did you come back?”
“Oh, well, I really missed Olivia. It was hard being away from her for so long.” I twisted my mouth to the side. This was a conversation I had wanted to have, but my earlier emotional outburst had made me nervous.
“Is that the only reason you came?”
“I mean, things haven’t been great at home. My dad has gone off the rails. He’s been drinking too much. I tried to help him, but I can’t because he’s not willing to help himself.” I looked down at my lap, fidgeting with my hands.
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
I looked back up at Noah and shook my head. “It’s okay. I came here because whenever I’m here with you and Olivia, I feel like I’m at home. I don’t want to let that feeling go.”
Noah nodded. I was hoping he would offer a branch, a way for us to connect, but he stayed where he was.
“What we were talking about this morning… I want to take you up on your offer.”
My offer?
“You mean the sibling for Olivia?”
He nodded sternly. “Yes, the reason why I was so late is that I went over to my lawyer to ask some questions. I’ll have some papers drawn up that you can sign. We’ll set all the rules up early, so there isn’t any confusion.”
Rules? Lawyer? This was all starting to sound very business-like. I didn’t like it, but if it kept me here, then I would do it.
“Okay, yeah, that could work. Would I need to go to a doctor?”
“I’m not going to jerk off in a cup,” Noah blurted out. “We’ll go the natural conception route if we move forward.”
He didn’t look at me as he made that statement. I wouldn’t have minded using a doctor, but natural conception sounded even better — like music to my ears. It might be the way to his heart. Noah couldn’t avoid me if he wanted to get me pregnant.
Things could really work out for us this time.
Chapter Eight - Noah
I was able to get the papers from my lawyer a few days later. I slipped them under Scarlett's door, and she had them back to me later that day. I filed them away, and that was that.
It had been a few days, and we’d kept our distance. Or, rather, I’d maintained some distance between us. The next step was to get Scarlett pregnant, but it felt too soon to start on that. We didn’t have to try right away.
Plus, I wanted to focus on Olivia. Some of the things Scarlett said to me about Olivia made me think. Deep down, I knew my daughter was probably lonely, but I was always telling myself it was better than letting her get close to people just for them to be taken away. I didn’t want my daughter to grow up feeling lonely. She deserved all the happiness in the world, and I had an obligation to give that to her.
I began the process of looking at schools in the area. I was going to make sure to pick the right one. There was a chance we’d have to move closer to town. Commuting all the way from the mansion would be costly in regards to time. We could always come back on the weekends.
I hadn’t made an official decision, but it was some stuff for me to think about.
“Good morning, Daddy!” Olivia came into the kitchen, a big smile on her face.
“Good morning, sweetheart. Do you know what you want to have for breakfast?”
“We were thinking of having a parfait.” Scarlett came in not too far behind my daughter.
Ever since she signed the papers, we hadn’t spoken much. She’d tried a few times to have a conversation, but it all felt too weird. I hadn’t fully gotten over the first time we had sex. I should have shown more restraint. But Scarlett was waiting for me like a fucking gift, and I had my own pent up emotions. I sent her away a year ago, but I never dealt with any of the feelings I had for her. They never went away. They only laid dormant, and now shit was bubbling to the surface.
“That sounds delicious,” I directed this towards Olivia.
“Do you want one?” Scarlett asked from behind me.
I turned, so I could answer. I didn’t want to be entirely rude and potentially give Olivia the wrong impression. She was so happy these past few days, I wouldn’t let my mood get in the way.
“I’m not too hungry.”
“We’re making one for Daddy!” Olivia slammed a bowl down in front of me. I was so shocked; I flinched a little. My daughter was standing right in front of me with a stern look on her face.
“It’s fine, sweetheart. You guys don’t have to worry about me.”
“We’re making one for Daddy!” She said it a little louder the second time around. It was clear Olivia meant business, and it looked like there wasn’t anything I could do.
“I guess Daddy is going to have some parfait.”
Livvy clapped her hands and got onto her tippy toes to give me a kiss on the cheek. I brought my face down, so she could place a quick peck on me before she ran off to rummage through the fridge. Scarlett had to rush over to help her get the ingredients. I watched as the two of them scooped and mixed and sprinkled. It was like a scene out of a catalog.
It didn’t take them too long to make our breakfast, and soon, all three of us were sitting at the table with a bowl in front of us. We ate in silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable like the silence I had been allowing to grow between Scarlett and me. It felt like we were a unit—something I couldn’t get used to.
“I need to go to my office. Thanks for the breakfast, baby.”
I stood up, ruffling Olivia’s hair before I left the kitchen. It was a total cop-out, but it was getting way too cozy in there for my liking.
Throughout the day, Scarlett and I traded off Olivia. I was able to spend some time with my daughter while avoiding too much eye contact with Scarlett. A weird day but not completely horrible.
That night, I got to put Olivia to bed.
“Thank you, Daddy.” Her eyes were fluttering closed. Olivia was moments from falling asleep.
“Thank you for what?”
“For Auntie Scarlett. Thank you,” her voice trailed off, and she was out.
I quietly and carefully left her room, going to sit in the living room. There were so many things racing through my mind.
“Noah?” Scarlett’s hand rested on my shoulder, and I jerked away, surprised. She withdrew her hand and
looked at me with sad eyes. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
“No, it’s fine. I was just lost in thought. Do you need something?”
Scarlett hugged her body, her shoulders going tense. “It’s just… I was wondering how we were going to make this baby if you were always not around me,” she trailed off, her eyes going to look at her feet.
The girl had a point. There was no way she would get pregnant if I didn’t get over my fucking self. All this avoiding her wasn’t working. I said I was going to give Olivia a sibling, and I still wanted to do that.
I got up from the couch and grabbed Scarlett’s hand, leading her up to my room.
Chapter Nine - Scarlett
Noah grabbed me and dragged me up to his room. He shut the door behind him, leaning against it, observing me. I wanted to be bold, so I walked over to him and placed my hands on his chest. I looked into his eyes, bringing my face closer to his for a kiss, but before our lips could touch, Noah grabbed onto my wrists, spinning me around, so my back was pressed into his front.
“We’re doing things differently tonight,” he whispered into my ear. He guided us over to the bed before pushing me front first into the mattress. “Get on your hands and knees.”
I did as he asked, getting on all fours. Tonight felt very different from last time. Something about Noah was different. I wasn’t turned off by the change, but I was aware of it.
“Put your head down. I want to see your ass in the air.”
Licking my lips, I slowly bent down and placed my cheek on the mattress. I could hear Noah moving around behind me. My heart was beating with anticipation. He wasn’t necessarily gentle last time — and I loved everything he did to me — but I could feel him holding back. He was still holding back, but it was like something had triggered. I was well aware that Noah hadn’t been with anyone since Kylie died. This felt like he had unleashed something he had kept hidden all that time.
I felt Noah’s fingers get under the hem of my leggings before peeling them off my body. The cool air of the room hit my skin, but it did very little to temper the heat that was spreading throughout my core. My panties were next, and soon, my ass was not only up in the air but also exposed.
The air in the room stood still for several seconds. I was waiting for Noah to make some kind of move or say something, but there was dead silence.
“Noah, I —”
Before I could get my thought out, Noah slapped my ass, sending my body rocking forward. I yelled out because it stung a little, but mostly because I was surprised.
“Do you like things like that?”
“I’ve never —”
Noah slapped me again. That time, I was slightly more prepared. I grunted as the second sting was added to the first.
“It sounds like you might.”
He smacked my other butt cheek. I moaned as the feeling went straight to my clit. I never thought of myself as liking the rougher stuff. When Noah and I slept together the first time, I was so wrapped up in finally being with him and losing my virginity, I wasn’t really thinking about anything else.
I did have other boyfriends before him. We just never got too far with anything, but what we did was so vanilla and soft. So, the way Noah was handling me was new for me. But every fiber of my being loved it, and I wanted even more.
“I do,” I breathed. “I love it.”
Noah kept going, alternating between my ass cheeks. His pace became more and more frenzied. My breathing was labored as I felt the sting on my ass. My pussy throbbed. All I wanted was for Noah to touch me there and relieve the pressure.
He moved from spanking me to massaging my backside. His fingers dug into my flesh, rubbing over the sensitive skin.
“Noah,” I begged. The desperation was clear in my voice. Was he teasing me?
I heard a zipper going down and turned my head to see Noah pulling his dick out his pants. I held my breath, watching him handle himself. Memories of before flooded my brain and excitement sparked in me.
I placed my forehead down on the mattress. I felt the tip of Noah’s cock breach my walls, his shaft pushing into me. I bit down on my lip to hold in a moan.
“Fuck,” Noah whispered.
He continued to push forward until his cock was completely buried inside of me. My pussy trembled around his shaft. It felt like I was trying to pull him in even further. My body and my mind craved every inch of Noah. I was overwhelmed with the feeling.
Grabbing onto my hips, he started slamming his pelvis into me. I yelled out as he created a frenzied rhythm, fucking me with vigor. He rammed into me over and over, his long, thick dick reaching every single inch of my walls. My pussy was dripping everywhere, the sounds of our fucking filling up the room.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop!”
I wanted Noah to coat my insides with his cum, mixing our juices together. His grunting became more and more animalistic. His fingers dug into my skin, his hands clinging to me. I did the same with the covers, looking for whatever I could to work through the tension. It felt as if my skin was burning.
Noah doubled over as he came inside of me. His cum spread all over my pussy before leaking out and dripping onto my thighs. His finger found my clit, and he ran circles around it until I was shaking with him. I pushed my face into the covers, so I could muffle my screams. My body exploded, starting with my quivering pussy and flowing to the rest of me. The feeling made me dizzy.
Noah collapsed next to me, and I flopped down onto my stomach. While catching my breath, I looked over at him. His eyes were closed, his chest rising and falling. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but he made it clear intimacy was not the goal. He hadn’t even wanted to kiss me. The first night must have been a fluke.
Since Noah wasn’t saying anything, I got up to go to the bathroom. As I peed, I thought about everything that had happened up until this point. It was nice to be closer to Noah, but were we closer? Physically, yes, because we were having sex, but there was still this massive wall between us. At that moment, having some connection was enough, but I wasn’t sure if I could make do with pieces forever. It would hurt to know that he would never open up to me. I couldn’t think of what to do to make his feelings towards me change. Time seemed to be the only answer. I’d have to continue to show that I cared. His heart had to soften. Right?
I left the bathroom, and Noah was already on his side turned away. This would have been fully disheartening if he hadn’t opened up the covers on the other side of the bed. A small gesture, but it was an invitation to spend the night. He was probably just being courteous, feeling weird about kicking me out after fucking me. I’d take it though.
I got into the bed and fell asleep staring at Noah’s back, using all the restraint I had to keep myself from reaching out to touch him.
Chapter Ten - Noah
Scarlett was asleep when I woke up again. Sometime in the night, I had turned around. I woke up looking at her face. She was a beautiful girl, that was undeniable, but she was doing things to my heart I’d rather not have done.
I sat up in the bed and stared down at her sleeping figure for way too long. Hopefully, she’d be pregnant soon, and we could end this whole thing. I liked Scarlett, but having her in my life was causing me a lot of confusion, and it was uncomfortable.
I stepped out of bed and quietly got ready. I had decided to take Olivia out for a little fun in town. I’d leave Scarlett a note.
I went to Olivia’s room, and she was still asleep. I stood by the door and watched her. My daughter was what kept me going. If it had only been me, there’s a high chance I would have entirely closed myself off from the world.
That’s another reason why I couldn’t understand why Scarlett wanted to be around me. I knew I wasn’t pleasant. I was a lot more fun before Kylie died, and that wasn’t just me bragging. I would hang out with friends, make people laugh, I was pretty happy myself. I’ve felt like a completely different person these past two years.
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bsp; “Daddy?” Olivia was rubbing her eyes, sitting up in bed.
“Do you want to go to town with me today?”
“Yes!” She pumped her little arms into the air. I walked into her room, so I could help her get ready.
Olivia and I started the morning by going to the 24-hour diner in town. It felt like a big stack of waffles morning, so that’s what we had. With such a great start to the day, we continued to have fun, walking around, and driving around. I let Olivia pick out the things she wanted to do.
At one point, we were sitting at one of the outdoor tables at the local ice cream shop. Olivia had told me she could handle the cone without making a mess, but two scoops proved to be a little trickier than expected, so I got her a bowl to help out. She was eating her mint chocolate chip with a spoon while I lazily got through my strawberry. She put her soon down and looked at me like she wanted to ask a question.
“Is everything okay, sweetie?”
“Is Scarlett at home?”
“Uh, yeah. She was asleep, and I didn’t want to wake her up.”
“Okay,” she took another scoop of her ice cream, considering what I had just said. “Can she be my new mommy?”
It felt like that came out of absolutely nowhere. I was so stunned. I needed a few seconds to think about what I would say.
“Can we talk about this later?”
“Okay.”
She brushed it off and went back to eating, but I was fuming. Did Scarlett put this idea in Livvy’s head? Was this her way of getting to me, by making my daughter think she could be her “new mother”? I couldn’t show Olivia how upset I was, so I buried it all down and decided to bring it up later.
***
I tucked Olivia into bed, making sure she was nice and comfortable before going to Scarlett’s room. I gave the door a quick, loud knock.
“Come in!” I opened it to find Scarlett sitting on her bed, a book resting to her side. “Hey! Did you and Livvy have fun today?”
She looked so innocent sitting over there like she hadn’t been planning some way to wiggle herself back into our lives. From the moment she arrived, everything had felt off. She made me feel off-kilter, and I didn’t like it.