So Wrong So Right

by Erica Marselas

  “Okay?” He gives me a strange look before getting off the bed. I sit up as he grabs my backpack off my desk and brings it to me. “If you failed a test, you know I won’t be mad, right?” he jokes, but he falters when he sees I'm not amused.

  He places the backpack on my lap, and my anxiety picks up. I’m cold and sweaty and trembling like crazy. He sits next to me, watching me closely.

  “Babe, you're shaking. What’s going on?” Colin asks nervously and runs his hand down my face. I have no words. Saying I’m pregnant doesn’t seem like enough, and I’m not sure the words would even come out audible anyways.

  Out of the side pocket, I pull out the sonogram Dr. Montgomery printed for me and hand it to him. “Here.”

  His eyebrows knit together in confusion as he studies the black and white picture. “What is this?”

  “That would be our baby.”

  “Wh—” Time stands still as he gapes at the picture in his hand, shaking his head in a state of disbelief. He charges to his feet, holding the sonogram for me to see, stabbing it with his finger. “That’s a baby? This doesn’t look like a baby.”

  “Well, according to my doctor it is. I knew something was up when I missed my period.”

  “Wait, why didn't you tell me you missed your period?” he snaps, swaying back and forth. But I’m not sure if he’s angry or just in shock.

  “Because when I noticed, I was trying to convince myself it wasn't that. But then when I googled all my symptoms; the moodiness, the nausea, the exhaustion, everything added up. I wanted to wait till I knew before I worried you, so I made an appointment for today. She said my pill probably failed and it could be for a variety of reasons because I’m pretty sure I took it every day.” And if I did miss one—well, it’s too late to go back now. “Anyways, she did an ultrasound to see how far along I am. I’m about seven or eight weeks. I’ll need to go back in about four weeks.”

  His fingers run through his hair, as he stares down at the picture, mimicking my pacing steps from earlier. He’s quiet. No cussing or muttering. I watch him go back and forth, wishing I knew what he's thinking. This could go either way and the longer he paces, I feel the chances of us running off into the sunset fade away.

  “Say something,” I beg, no longer able to take the silence.

  His feet halt and he spins back around to me, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. “You’re pregnant.”

  “That I am,” I say softly, fearing the worst. “Are you mad?”

  “Mad?” His eyes grow large, seeming astonished by the question. “No.” He sighs, stretching his arms to me. “Baby, come here.”

  Not needing to be told twice, I fly off the bed and into his waiting arms. My arms wrap around his waist and I nuzzle my head into his chest.

  “I love you,” I mumble, inhaling his scent, sawdust, and Axe body spray.

  “I love you, too.” Colin kisses the top of my head and brushes back my hair.

  “What are we going to do?”

  “We’ll figure it out, but it'll be fine.”

  “I wish I had your confidence.” I glance up, trying to get a good read on him, and I'm greeted with his panty-dropping smile.

  “It’s a lot to take in. I'm still taking this in, but we're having a baby.” His nose brushes mine, and he ever so softly kisses my lips. “Can I tell you something?”

  “Duh, anything.” I giggle and squeeze my arms around him tighter, never wanting to let go.

  “I have pictured you having my kids one day. Sure, it was more like ten years from now and we were married, but it’s happening now, and I’m okay with that.”

  “You pictured me having your kids?” My voice squeaks at his confession. All the scenarios I envisioned, this wasn’t one of them. “I didn’t think guys thought of that stuff, and we’ve only been together for four months.”

  “Yeah, but I’ve known you for about two years. And there was just something about you getting knocked up that made my dick throb. I can’t explain it. Maybe the thought was selfish because then everyone would know you were my girl. That I did that, well this, to you.” His hand slides over my belly, as he leans down to kiss me. Our tongues dance together, and his light moans echo down my throat.

  I want him. I want him badly.

  My hands grab his belt, blindly trying to unhook it with my lips still attached to his. I get it out of the metal hook, but then he grabs my wrist, backing away from me.

  “We can't. Your mom is home and my dad will be back shortly.”

  “So what? The door is locked and I promise to be quiet, please. I want your cock inside of me, so bad.” I run my hand over his growing bulge. “You want me too. I can feel it.”

  “I always want you, baby. Trust me, I picture you bent over your desk right now, ramming myself hard into you. Wanting to feel you quiver as you come around me.”

  My legs squeeze together, his words alone are enough to make me come. “Do it. I need you. Please.”

  I can see his control start to slip and he’s at war with himself. “You don’t play fair, Abigail.” There’s no denying the desire in his voice and I have no doubt I’m going to win this.

  Grabbing the hem of my shirt, I pull it over my head, dropping it to the floor. “I learned how to play the game from you.” I step closer to him, pulling at his belt again.

  “Fuck me.”

  Colin’s mouth opens, but any words that were about to come out are replaced by three loud knocks on my door. I jump three feet in the air and fear blooms in my chest thinking I’m about to be caught red-handed and half-naked with my step-brother.

  I swear we were only playing doctor and Colin was just about to give me an internal exam. No biggie.

  “Abby?” my mother’s voice chirps from the other side. Colin darts off so fast he leaves a gust of wind in his path.

  I retrieve my discarded shirt and pull it over my head. With a steady breath, I move to my door and open it only a crack. “Yeah?”

  “Hey sweetie, I was going to bake some cookies and wanted to see if you wanted to help. I’m making your favorite, sugar.”

  “Huh?” I’m dumbfounded, wondering if I truly heard her ask if I want to bake with her. We haven’t done that since pre-Victor and her crazy ass diet.

  Have aliens taken over her body? Was there some sort of trade?

  “Cookies. I know you haven’t heard that word out of my mouth in forever, but I had a craving and I figured we could splurge for one day.”

  “Oh, well, it’s just, I was about to take a shower. I can help you after?” I offer, hoping she’ll take the bait and end up leaving me alone like she always does.

  But cookies do sound good. Hope I feel the same when I smell them.

  “Alright, don’t take too long or you won’t be able to eat the batter.”

  “Yes, ma’am. I’ll be out shortly.” My mother smiles before turning on her heel and walking back down the hallway. I close the door and lock it, sighing in relief.

  That was close. And so fucking odd.

  “Colin?” I walk towards the bathroom, knowing it's the only place he could have run off to. I hear the shower turn on and smile. When I enter, he’s standing in front of the shower stall naked as the day he was born.

  The butterflies in my stomach flutter knowing I made a baby with this man and he or she is going to be cute as fuck.

  “Get in. I’m going to fuck you and then you are going to bake me some cookies.”

  I’m stirred awake by arms wrapping around me, pulling me tighter into a warm body. Right away I know it’s Colin and relax into his hold. He kisses my bare shoulder and his fingers trace over my flat belly.

  Him touching my belly makes my worry spike. I have no idea what we’re going to do. The high from earlier has now washed away and panic sets in again.

  After our shower, we never had a chance to talk more about our new situation. I got pulled in by my mother to bake, which didn’t make me want to rip my hair out. It was actually fun, like old times.
Then Victor had called and made Colin go back to work because there had been some sort of emergency at the site. I passed out before he even got back home.

  “I’m scared,” I say, my voice thick with sleep, but my mind is now wide awake.

  “I know, I am too, but it will be alright. I promise.” He pulls me closer to him, kissing the side of my neck.

  “How? Our parents are going to kill us, Colin. Your dad especially will kill you.”

  “I plan to find a way for both of us to get out of here. I’ll call my mother. She'll help us.” he says nonchalantly and it’s like he’s forgotten he’s knocked me up and I’m only sixteen.

  “Isn’t she back in Paris though?”

  “Yeah, but she would come back, I’m sure.” He pauses, and I know that he isn’t sure. But Naomi was happy for us—not dancing on the table happy, but happy. I doubt she would let her son or grandchild suffer, especially at the hands of Victor.

  “I don’t get how you’re so calm about this?”

  “I’m not, but I don’t want you to get worked up yet. I just need a few more days to figure it out.” And days sound like eons right now.

  My hand lays over his on my belly and think about what Dr. Montgomery told me. “The doctor asked me if I was safe today. I wanted to tell her no, and tell her about Victor, but I wanted to ask you. Maybe CPS would let me go live with dad and you can come.”

  “Or you call your dad and finally tell him because who knows if CPS will do that.” He grabs my chin, turning my head to look at him, his eyes looking sternly into mine. “He’d fight for you, Abbs.”

  “I know,” I mumble, “I just didn’t want to be away from you or cause more issues for you with Victor.”

  “The second you’re out of this house, so am I. Don’t you worry about that. Now go to sleep.” He kisses me gently, before releasing my face, and burying his head back into the pillow.

  “Wait. There’s something else.”

  He sighs heavily into my neck, annoyed, and now I’m going to piss him off. “What?”

  “Um, I talked to Dean today. I’m sure you remember him.” His body tenses and I swear I hear him snarl.

  “I do,” he says through gritted teeth. I close my eyes and know I’m going to have to pick my next words carefully, so he doesn’t turn into a jealous ogre.

  “He gave me a ride to the doctors. Now, before you get mad, listen,” I try to jolt up to face him, but he grips me tighter keeping me in place.

  “I won’t get mad unless you tell me he did something, and I have to kick his ass,” he grumbles my big bad protector, coming out to play.

  “We just talked, but he told me he saw us together at the beach and knew we had to be together. He knows about us, but he promised not to tell anyone and didn’t get grossed out. He was understanding.”

  “Good,” he says simply, and I’m surprised that’s all I get from him. Good? He was about to lay Dean down, and now everything is peachy? And he says my hormones are crazy. “Now, is that all?”

  “No. I want to tell Tamara and Sandy about us.”

  “Okay. Now go to sleep.”

  I’m dazed shaking my head at all his short simple replies. “That’s all you’re going to say?”

  “Yes, it’s fine, Abbs. I shouldn’t have stopped you from telling them in the first place, especially after Rick and Ashley knew. You’ll need them more than ever now. So tell them. Now get some sleep. You need the rest for the baby.”

  “How can I?” My mind is all over the place and I haven’t been able to talk to him in about a week.

  “You need to try.” Colin’s thumb caresses my belly. His soft touch soothes the rising stress of this life-changing moment. I still want to talk, but I let the feeling of his touch bring me the comfort I’m craving instead. He’s here, I have him and that’s all that matters, at least for now. “Stop worrying about the what ifs. I swear to you I will figure something out. I love you and that’s never changing.”

  “Even when I’m a brat?” I tease, and he chuckles into my neck.

  “Especially when you’re a brat and won’t go to sleep.” I snuggle closer into him if that's even humanly possible. His thumb continues to rub my stomach and he lays soft kisses on my neck. I melt into his arms and my eyes get heavy, comforted by his touch and his love.

  “I love you, too,” I mumble, before drifting off to sleep.

  The sun peeks through my window, waking me, and my body is hot from the vine called Colin wrapped around me. I turn my head to look at him, admiring how peaceful he looks when he sleeps. I run my hand down his cheek and peck a kiss on his lips.

  His eyes don’t open, but I know he’s awake by the cheeky smile on his face and when his hand squeezes my breast. “Mmmm. These are bigger. I wonder how I didn’t notice,” he hums, rolling my nipple between his fingers.

  I whimper, feeling my panties dampen from his fondling and his impressive morning wood poking me in the ass. “I like sleeping next to you.”

  We’ve only slept together at night a handful of times, each time is new and exciting, but it’s still never enough.

  “I like it too. It means I don’t have to sneak in here in the mornings to have my daily dose of fucking you.”

  Oh, he’s such the romantic…

  Colin’s hand travels inside my shorts and his fingers trace over my folds. “Someone is excited this morning.”

  “Always,” I pant, as he nips at my neck. I’m dying to feel him inside of me.

  He rolls me onto my back and slowly peels my clothes off, and then his. His mouth wraps around one of my nipples, tugging and sucking while his fingers tease my clit. My fingers curl into the strands of his hair, pulling him to me, needing his mouth on mine. It’s not enough. I want to devour him and mold into him to make us one, so I never have to let him go.

  He grabs my legs and wraps them around his back. “Ahh,” I moan yanking harder at his hair as he fills me completely.

  “This is home…so warm and so fucking tight. I wish my dick never had to leave,” he murmurs against my lips before capturing them again. His thrusts are painstaking slow, but I need more. I always need more. My nails run down his back, and I can practically feel his skin rip under my nails. He hisses, pulling away from our kiss, a fire now burning in his eyes. Suddenly he stills, and a small smirk dances in the corner of his lips.

  “Colin…” His hand goes around my neck, but his thumb pushes into my lips silencing me. The flames in his eyes fuel hotter and I know I’m in for it.

  He leans down, his mouth hovering over my ear, and his husky voice sending shockwaves and moisture to my pussy. “You’re going to pay for those claw marks, brat.”

  Yes, please!

  His hand stays locked around my neck and he slams into me—hard, again and again. I'm moaning like crazy when he pushes his thumb into my mouth, telling me to hush. I suck and bite at it, wishing it was his dick. The sweat glistens on his forehead, his eyes closed tighten as he somehow manages to bang into me harder.

  My hands claw at the sheets, at him, as all the muscles in my body tighten, and I let out a satisfying cry as I come.

  “God, Abbs—”

  There’s a loud bang and it rattles the whole room, followed by a bellowing voice. “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?”

  My mother's furious voice bounces off the walls of my room.

  It’s like for a moment everything is frozen in time. My biggest fear is coming true: being caught while my step-brother fucks me.

  Colin roughly pulls out of me, causing me to wince. He grabs my blanket from the bottom of the bed and wraps us both up in it.

  “What the hell are you doing to my daughter?” Mom stands in front of the bed, snarling like the angry Doberman that lives next door, always ready to pounce on you and rip you to shreds.

  What the hell is she doing here anyway? She’s supposed to be at work.

  “Don’t you knock?” My embarrassment vanishes, and I’m now pissed the fuck off. I know this isn’t going to go dow
n well, so I need to prepare myself for a fight.

  “I don’t have to knock in my own house,” she barks at me, practically foaming at the mouth. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She points her finger at Colin, stepping in closer. “She’s your sister and a child.”

  “I’m not a child and I’m not his sister!” I scream over her, and my hands clench the sheet tighter, seething. I’m tired of being called a fucking child. I’m sixteen, not fucking four.

  “You’re a child, Abigail. If you were grown up, you wouldn’t be this stupid,” she roars, and her words sting as if she smacked me.

  “I’m not stupid,” I mumble under my breath, but she doesn’t hear as she draws her attention back to Colin.

  “What? You couldn’t find a girl your age to have sex with? So you use my daughter to fill your sick need? What about Ashley?”

  “Mom. Stop!” I screech, making her twitching face turn back to me. I take a couple of steady breaths, trying to calm myself. Maybe if I act grown up and reasonable she’ll give us a chance to explain. “Stop. Please. Can’t you let us get dressed, and we can talk.”

  “No, I’m not leaving you two alone!” she shouts again, her whole face burning red.

  “Aubrey?” Victor says, appearing at the door.

  What the hell? Neither one of them went to fucking work today?

  He walks into my room and stops dead in his tracks at the sight of his son and me, naked in my bed. His eyes narrow, darting from Colin to me and they linger on me a little longer than they should. I pull the blanket tighter around me.

  Yep, your stepdaughter is fucking your son? Want a picture? It might last longer. Perv.

  “Please tell me this isn’t what I think this is?” he snarls, his jaw ticking.

  “Well, it is Victor. Your pervert son is screwing my daughter.”

  “He’s not a pervert! I wanted it!” I yell over her, so she’ll fucking hear me for once. “And we love each other.”

  “YOU LOVE EACH OTHER?” Her voice cracks at the intensity of her screeching.