Missy POVI wanted the passion back, and boy did I get it. I’m sore and throbbing in places I never even imagined. I hated the time our bodies spent apart, but man, did that week we spent not having sex sure cause a build up that just errupted in both of us. “Okay, sweetie. I’m glad you and Aunt Britt are having fun….Yes, I can’t wait to see your pretty nails when I get home tomorrow….Okay. I love you too. Night night, baby girl,” Adrian says sweetly into the phone. He called to tell Hailey goodnight. I’m lying on his chest, fangirling over how awesome of a father he is.He smirks down at me, hanging up his phone and setting it on my nightstand.“I’m the sweetest, aren’t I?”I giggle, “You are super humble as well.”“The total package,” he chuckles, kissing my head.“You really are,” I laughed.His laugh fades and he gives me a somber look. “I don’t feel like it all the time. I talk a big game, but it scares me thinking one day you will realize how much better you could do. A roughne
Missy POV“We will be back later, babe,” Adrian came up from behind me, moving my hair to the side and kissing my neck, making my head lull to his chest and my eyes to close as I moaned in contentment.“I love you,” he whispers in my ear.I looked back and smiled, “I love you too.”“Mmh,” he bites his lip lustfully, “I never get tired of hearing you say that.”I bopped him on the nose with my soap-covered dish sponge. “I love you, I love you, I love you. Now go. Hailey is going to be late for pre-k and you’re going to be late too.”Adrian and his dad got a big contract to repair and restore an old inn. They had to hire on a few more workers to help with the restoration and Adrian is supposed to be at the job site before they show up.“I can be late,” Adrian grumbles, going back to kiss my neck after wiping his soapy nose on my cheek.“Daddy, I’m ready!” Hailey chose that moment to come running in from the hall. I sent her to go brush her teeth after breakfast.Adrian groans and rests
Adrian POV“You’re pregnant,” the doctor tells Missy, smiling at her from over the chart in her hands. “If you want to follow me, I’ll get you set up in the ultrasound room, so we can get a good view and get a heartbeat.”“I’m really pregnant?” Missy asked in disbelief. The doctor grins warmly at her, “Yes, Mrs. Brewer. You are really pregnant.”Mrs. Brewer. Gawd, I love the sound of that. “Wow,” Missy bites her lip nervously. Guilt eats at me seeing her anxious expression. I may be ecstatic, but this clearly caught Missy by surprise. I don’t know how or why. We make love daily and I’ve not once used a condom. I thought she was okay with this possibility, but maybe we should have talked about it.“You okay, babe?” I asked her, gripping her hand in mine as we followed the doctor.She turns her worried stare up at me. “It’s just a lot to take in.”My good mood falters, seeing the fear in her eyes.“Um, I’m happy about this, Missy. Aren’t you?”She offers me a small smile, but it do
Missy POVThe following week and a half went by in a flash. Knowing I was expecting came with a roller coaster of emotions. I would be excited with Adrian one minute, and then he would leave for work, and I’d be left alone with my thoughts, then fall into a fit of depression again. I miss my mom, more than ever, and all I want is for her to be here to tell me it was all going to be okay and that I could do this. I even find myself missing my dad. Yeah, he sucked at times. Well, most of the time, but he was still my dad. I'm bringing a baby into this world, becoming a parent when I don't have parents of my own.I’m not alone anymore, though. Adrian’s family has become my family, more than ever before. Rick wants me to start coming to work for him and Adrian to keep me busy in a place where I am not alone for long periods of time. It was originally Brittany’s suggestion, since she was the first one to notice how emotional I’ve been getting when I’m alone, but now that the idea is in
Missy POVWhen I got home, I beat Adrian, so I went ahead and decided to start prepping dinner while I waited. I was not sure if Brittany’s aunt and niece's night would last until dinner, so I decided to put enough chicken in the slow cooker for her too. In two hours, it will be ready to shred for BBQ chicken sandwiches. If she eats with Britt, then Adrian will eat the leftovers. He always does. I’m peeling potatoes in the sink for a quick potato salad when Adrian gets home. “Mmh, just like I like you. Barefoot, pregnant and in the kitchen,” he wiggles his eyebrows at me. I shook my head laughing. “That’s sexist. Don’t say that in front of Hailey please.”“What’s sexist? I can’t be pregnant and you don’t want me cooking in the kitchen. You don’t like me barefoot much either.”“That’s because your feet are always ripe after working all day,” I muttered. "I'll show you ripe," he grunts.He comes up behind me and starts to kiss my neck like he always does when I’m doing something at
Hours earlier…. Barry POVI finally was able to sneak the fuck out, getting past the help in the house that always seemed to be watching me from the windows and around the main house when I braved going in. It took a few days, but I finally figured out their schedules enough to plan my escape.I used to take dad’s Porsche for little joy rides when I was in high school, before I got my driver’s license and my own car. I would just push it out the back swinging door of the garage into the back alley in neutral, waiting until I was a few houses down before starting it. As long as I put the car back by morning, no one found out. Dad keeps the car and has it serviced regularly just because it was given to him by grandpa. They won’t notice it missing for days. When I got back to this shit hole of a town, it was already afternoon. I left early in the morning, before my babysitters in the house woke up, but this thing doesn’t go that fast on these windy, coastal roads. With traffic, it was
Adrian POV“Her head contusions aren't worrying and the laceration wasn’t deep. Head wounds bleed more than what would be deemed normal. Her brain activity is fine. She is going to be okay. The baby is fine as well. All we can do is wait patiently for her to wake up.” The doctor tried to reassure me, but I feel anything but reassured right now. “How long until she wakes up?” Brittany asks. “It’s all up to her at this point. She inhaled a lot of smoke, but the oxygen treatment is proving effective. She will wake up when her body is ready.”My eyes filled with tears as I stared at Missy’s beautiful sleeping face. Her lips are dry, and she has bruising and a cut on the side of her face where she hit it on the rock, but she is still gorgeous. Please, baby. Please wake up soon. I need you.Dad is with Hailey out in the waiting room. She is pretty shaken up about this whole thing. We all are. The house is gone. The firemen were able to put it out before it reached the propane tank, but
I’ve been sitting in the station, handcuffed, waiting across the desk from a sheriff for hours now. They haven’t booked me. I haven’t gotten a chance to call my lawyer. Nothing.It’s bull shit.Missy could be waking up, wondering where I was at. She needs me, but because of a split second decision, I’m stuck here. Doing nothing but watch the time pass by, staring angrily at Freddie, or whatever the fuck this guy's name is, while he typed away at his computer, drinking fucking coffee, which I still didn’t have.“I need to get the fuck out of here,” I growled at him. “My girlfriend is-““Mr. Brewer, we know. I heard you the first few times. We have to wait to find out what to do with you since you broke that….gentleman’s jaw and nose.”“That psychopath tried to-““Kill your girlfriend and unborn baby. I know. That’s why you’re out here and not in a cell. I understand. We understand. Honestly, son, I would have done the same as you. The problem is, that man’s attorneys and family had alr
Christmas Morning “Mommy!” Hailey hisses, shaking my shoulder. “Is Quinton awake?” I grumbled, not wanting to open my eyes yet. “Mama!” I felt little hands tapping my face. “Mama, up! Santa!” Landon says loudly. That’s right. It’s Christmas morning. We were up so late last night putting pieces of Hailey’s new doll house together, and setting up Landon’s new toddler roller coaster track around the living room that I forgot to set my alarm. “Where’s your dad,” I groaned as I rolled over, trying to force my eyes to open. “In Quinton’s room. He said to let you sleep until there was light in the sky, and now there is light in the sky!” I looked over at the window, and just as Hailey said, there was a small sliver of sunlight peeking above the trees. I chuckle hoarsely, my throat dry from sleep and the cold air, then somehow manage to find the strength to swing my legs out from under the covers and onto the floor. “Okay, I’m up,” I say as I stretch. Hailey jumps in the air, c
Missy POV“Ready baby?” Adrian asks, helping me out of the wheelchair with one arm, his other hand holding our son who is sleeping in his carseat. The nurse waves goodbye to us at the door, then heads back into the hospital. “Yeah, but I feel like I’m wearing a diaper,” I complained, the chafing burning like you wouldn’t believe. “I’m going to look funny walking to the car.”He drove my mini van up to the curb, but I still have a good 30 feet to wobble, and I feel awkward and self-conscious walking in public. “You look hot in your diaper, babe,” Adrian tells me, kissing my head. “But lucky for me, you can’t tell you’re wearing one. Your coat is hiding all your goodies, so just watch your step and hold onto me until we get there.”I grin up at my amazing husband, so thankful for everything about him. Only he could make me believe that he really thinks I look hot in my oversized maxi pad and postpartum panties. This morning when I put my nursing bra on and had the cups unhooked while
Adrian POV“Push, baby,” I told her, holding one of her knees, and letting her break every bone in my hand. She’s doing so, so fucking well with this. If I have to get reconstructive surgery on my hand after this is done, it will be worth it. I was so scared when she told me a few weeks ago that she wanted to try and do this birth naturally. I know she hated the effects of the epidural last time, but it did take the pain away. She is doing so amazing, handling this all on her own. I’m so amazed by her. More than ever. She’s like a superwoman, her superpower being able to still look absolutely beautiful while pushing a watermelon-sized human out of her body. “You’re doing so, so good, Missy,” I told her as the contraction eased up just a little. Not a lot, but enough for her to take a breath and take a few seconds' break from pushing. Hun-Stev-Rick-Quin, which is what I’ve decided the baby will be named since we can’t ever fucking decide, is crowning, and I know she only has seconds
Missy POV“Shit! Shit! How do you spell contraction?” Rick asks, looking at his phone while pacing around frantically.“C-o-n-t-r-a-t-i-o-n,” one of the nurses tells him, looking amused while watching him freak out in the corner of the room.“Rick, you can go. I’m sure Adrian will be here any second,” I tried to tell him for the tenth time. “No, no. I’m staying. Let me just search Google for what to do during a….”Oh my gosh, he’s seriously googling what to do right now. It would be hilarious if it didn’t feel like a watermelon was trying to explode inside of me. Lord, I need Adrian. I didn’t want to get an epidural, but I don’t know how much longer I can deal with this pain without him. Just then, another gargantuan searing contraction makes my entire body tense with stabbing, all-consuming pain. My spine feels like it’s going to break and my pelvis is so tight that I bet you could bounce a ball on it, though I would kill anyone who tried. “Fuuuahhhhh!” I screamed out, one of t
Adrian POV“Daddy? Why are you picking me up? Where’s mom?” Hailey asked, looking confused as she approached my truck after walking out of school. I scoff, and pretend to be offended. “Why? Are you disappointed to see me?”She giggled, walking into my arms and hugging me. “No. Mom is always the one that picks me up, though,” she smiles, looking up at me. I kissed the tip of her nose, then opened the back door for her. “We’re going shopping,” I grinned, helping her to buckle her seat belt after lifting her up. “For Christmas?!” She asked excitedly. “Yes ma’am. We got to get your mama presents.”“Oh, can we get her a puppy?!” Hailey asks, jumping up and down in her booster seat. I chuckle at her request. She’s still got Pickles, but has been asking for a dog for months now, and Missy finally talked me into getting her one. She’s going to be one excited little girl on Christmas morning. The chocolate lab puppy that Missy found for her is at my dad’s for the next week until Christma
“I’ll give you something you can lick like ice cream all you want,” I smirked at Adrian in the mirror. “Whoa, woman. Who taught you how to talk like that?”I giggle at the face he’s making staring at me. “You.”A proud grin stretched on his handsome face. “Oh yeah.”His hands move down my arms as he starts to kiss behind my ear, making me moan. When his tongue flicks out against my earlobe, I whimper out, feeling it down there too. His hands move to my belly, gliding under it, and when he lifts the weight of his child off my bladder, I cry out, “Thank you!”, making him chuckle. “Gawd, you’re adorable,” he husks in my ear. I smirked slightly at him in the mirror, my eyes half-closed in relaxation with him supporting most of my weight. “I know,” I replied, mocking his tone, since that was totally something he would say. “Humble too,” he laughs. “Learned that from you too.”“Mmmh, I’m such a good teacher. Think you can waddle to the bed and let me teach you a few more things?”I gri
“Hey, guys,” I started to get up, pushing myself up from the couch, until a dishrag hit me in the back of the head. I turned to glare at my husband. “You stay put,” Adrian scowls back at me, pouring water into my mug in the kitchen,“You can all go to her to say your hellos. She’s not allowed to get up”Roseanne and her family chuckle while Brittany rolls her eyes again. “Are you in timeout, Missy?” Roseanne came to hug me from the couch after handing the pie I'd been waiting for all night to Rick. “Seems so,” I sighed, hugging her back. “What did you do this time?”“Dishes,” I shrug. She tutted her tongue, shaking her head, “Such a crime. I’m surprised he didn’t tie you to the bed after such an offense.”“Oh, I plan to later,” Adrian smirks, coming around the couch to hand me my tea before hugging Roseanne. She laughs at his cheekiness, used to his crude jokes. “How are you all? How was your thanksgiving?” Adrian asks, moving to hug Isabelle and shake Mike’s hand before giving
Missy POV “Mama, Dad said to tell you to stop,” Hailey tells me, coming in from the back door. “Stop what?” I asked, trying to get a grease stain out of my roasting pan, scrubbing vigorously at the supposedly non-stick material. “I can’t say the whole thing because he said curse words,” she scrunches her nose, making a face. Brittany chuckles from where she is sitting at the counter across from me, typing away at some final essay she has been working on since coming home for thanksgiving break. “Paraphrase. Leave out the bad words,” she mutters. Hailey sighs, “Well, he said to tell your stubborn butt to stop and be beeping patient. Then he said more beep words because Landon ran into his ankles with his tractor. When he stopped yelling and threatening to run over Landon’s tractor with the real tractor, he said to tell that beep woman I’ll do the beeping dishes in a sec, so she needs to sit her beeping butt down.” I rolled my eyes. If I wait for him and his
2 years later….This is bliss. I’m floating in my jetted tub, engulfed in sweet-smelling foamy bubbles and soft music wafting out from the mounted speaker. The house has been quiet for 3 songs now, so I think Adrian finally managed to get Landon to sleep. I volunteered, but he insisted on me taking a bath as I cleaned the kitchen after dinner and told me he had bedtime covered. I know what that means. He wants me relaxed, energized and in a good mood. I bet any second, he comes waltzing into the bathroom too….“Oh, honey!” Adrian’s excitement from the other side of the door made me giggle. He opens the door then pops his head in, wiggling his eyebrows. “Mission accomplished.”“Good job, daddy,” I told him, floating to the edge of the tub and resting my head on my arm. “Want some company?” He asks, even though he is already stripping out of his clothes. “If I say no, will that stop you?”“Not a chance,” he grins, tossing his sock and boxers in the hamper with his jeans. He slips