{ Farrow } Maybe she really wanted to come inside the shower with me but couldn't let herself do what she actually wanted, so she tried to find an excuse to look at me naked. Like a little pervert. I chuckle at the thought and I let my hands wander around my own body. My lonely body. I haven't been feeling sexual at all lately, not since everything happened. I felt gross and disgusted, but today I've been fixed. Sky fixed my dick. Now it's hardening again for the first time in weeks and I really want her to deal with it, but no. Not yet. Or maybe not ever? Oh, no. That saddened my dick all over again. I sigh and turn the shower off. I'm not in the mood anymore. I put the towel around my waist and walk out of the bathroom. The closet is completely devoid of anything that belongs to me, but I'm not shocked. I remember clearly that the Anderson Gang burned it to ashes. And because of that, I walk downstairs and I go through Rocky's clothes to pick something decent to g
"Sure. Same," I murmur when Sky pinches my leg, but I catch the boy's blue eyes in the review mirror, "You hungry, kid?" "Uhm, yeah, I could eat," he murmurs, not even able to meet my eyes. "You're going to fucking crash," Sky whispers, pinching me again. God, she's doing some real damage. I turn my eyes to the road again, "So... how's the renovation going?" "We're almost done, we just need to finish the floor and then paint. Then I'll finally get my own room," the boy says with a stupid happy tone. Sky keeps the conversation flowing with him and when I look to the review mirror again, I see Bobbie re-applying her lipstick again. Dear god. When we finally arrive to the restaurant, the boy goes out first and helps Bobbie come out. Hm. Not that bad.The two of them walk closer to the restaurant while I wait for Sky to come out of the car. "You okay?" I ask again because she got lost on her own thoughts for a second. She blinks as she snaps out of it and nods, but she's so dis
"So, what's the deal? My daughter is mad at me, so she won't tell me," I say, giving my card to the lady, then I look back at him. "The deal of what? The fight we had?" He asks, nervously. "Sure, how was the fight?" I ask, looking at his fading black eye and lightly split lip, "You hit my daughter, Henry?" "No! I didn't!" He rushes to say, "She challenged me because... because...” "Because?" I push when he shuts up. "Because I said something that pissed her off. It wasn't bad, I don't think. I just said she always picked smaller girls to hit and that was shitty," he mumbles, looking down for a second. I scoff a laugh and finish the pay, but I don't move. I wait for him to continue, "She challenged me in front of everyone, so I was forced to say yes. But when the fight started I didn't do anything, I just took it. I figured I kinda deserved it for opening my mouth in the first place." "Well, yeah. You should hold your own if you're gonna talk shit," I nod, agreeing with Bob
The drive back to my mom's house feels like shit because even though I'm a grown ass woman, here she is again scolding me for yet another unplanned pregnancy. "You're just so dumb," she repeats, shaking her head at me as she drives, "And what are you going to do about Farrow?" “I have no idea whatsoever,” I admit, closing my eyes in stress. Today was so good, to be around him again... but now that I'm away from him, I can totally see I was acting like a dog in heat, in desperate need of him. We just kept floating to the same orbit and it was so good, but not really smart. He almost kissed me multiple times and I'm sure it's just a matter of time before he actually does it. He was totally trying his hardest to behave because it was the first day back home, but I know him. He’ll push and push my limits until he finally gets what he wants. ‘Henry's mom is driving me home right now. I don't wanna see my dad, so make sure you hide him. He embarrassed the crap out of me today, I'
“You’re not going to say it back?” Farrow asks because I’ve been silent for over five seconds, not knowing what the hell to say, “I know you love me, Sky, so just say it. It doesn’t have to mean anything, just say the words.” “Or what?” I mumble. “Or I’ll never tell you the gross word Bobbie called me,” he threatens like it’s a huge deal, making me laugh again, but then I stop abruptly because he’s doing his thing again. Charming me. Pushing for something I don’t want. I don’t want to be… emotionally attached to him anymore, “Sky? I’m not hearing it.” “And you won’t, Farrow. I’m sorry, but it’s just… actually, no. I’m not sorry. We’re not together anymore, remember? Those words actually mean something and I can’t go around saying it to my ex-husband,” I bite out and I try to ignore the way everyone is suddenly super quiet. They’re very obviously listening my conversation, “So, goodbye. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I hang up on him before he has a chance to respond and I regret it
"Sky," I groan, my head still buried in her sheets. Like this, I can almost imagine she's right here. I can imagine we're in our bedroom like every night and she's doing her weird hair and face concoctions in her vanity and I'm waiting impatiently for her to just fucking come to bed so I can get to my favorite part of the day and just sink inside of her already. Every night, it's like torture to hear her softly singing or telling me some gossip while she does her thing because all I want is to do is have her in my arms. But then she finally gets to the shower and the water running is my signal. 9 nights out of 10, I slip in the shower with her, spurting some ridiculous lie about what I need to be in there. Sky always pretends to be annoyed by my presence but she can’t keep it up for too long, so we simply start washing each other. Sometimes we fuck in there, but some nights I’m able to keep the torture going for a little bit longer and I wait. Or maybe I’m starting to get too ol
I have to close my eyes for just a second to put myself back together and that’s when Bobbie turns around and walks away from me. So… that did not go well. I put my shirt back and I walk inside to get my shoes so I can have the most painful drive of my life but I hear the front door opening and voices coming in and I basically run to them. To Sky. “Hey, hi,” I let out, ignoring Rocky as he goes to his room to get some clothes. I just focus on my wife—ex wife, whatever, “Bad news. Your idea didn’t work, now she hates me more.”“Oh, you really did it?” She asks, very surprised and she takes off her shoes to walk closer to me. I do a quick check of her and I calm down a lot when I see what she’s wearing. Some of her mom’s clothes, which means she slept at home with her parents and not with her boyfriend, “What happened?”I start telling her about the short skirt situation and my short patience. Sky is starting to smile, proud of me for standing my ground… but then I get to the last pa
“What burrito do you want?” I break the silence when it’s our turn to order. “Sausage,” Bobbie mutters, “I want tater tots, too. And an iced coffee.” Caffeine makes her jittery and even more aggressive than normal, so no. “I don’t think they have coffee today. What about a shake?” I offer, she scoffs but agrees, “Wait, let me call your mom.” She grumbles something about me being a slow old man as I struggle to grab my phone and call Sky. She picks up immediately and her alarmed tone makes me think she was expecting something bad to happen. “Do you want an eggless burrito with extra cheese?” I ask, since that’s her favorite thing to get here and I want to remind her that I know it. I know every single one of her orders in every single one of the restaurants around the pack. And in other parts of the world too… except San Francisco. I hate San Francisco now, it’s on my shit list. “Uhm… yeah. And bring some for Hope and Danny too, please. They’re here,” she says and that ruins
I try to calm the fuck down and pretend this isn’t happening, but my wolf is very much awake now and his presence is enhancing my senses to the maximum. So when I hear the same thing again followed by a little moan, I'm certain. She's fucking doing it, touching herself. It’s undeniable now, especially when the scent of her arousal hits me. Fuck, my baby is horny. She needs me. I know she’s trying to test me and I know I’m about to fail, but at this point I couldn’t care less. Also, this is on her. She's the one who’s been temping me since she walked inside the room with those old pajamas I like so much. She knew exactly what she was doing, prancing in front of me with her slender shoulder poking out and those old pants hanging low on her hips because the elastic is dead. She wanted me to break and she succeeded. I get up very carefully trying not to make noise until I reach the switch, then I turn the lights on and I’m rewarded with the best damn sight in the world.
I stand up and get closer to the mirror for a second to make sure there's no more cream on my face before rounding my bed to get to his. Farrow narrows his eyes at me and braces himself when I walk until I'm standing right in front of him. This time, he's forced to look up at me and I quite like how he looks like this. Shirtless, hair messy and a little scared of whatever I'm about to do. "If you think it's so easy to just say no..." I start, feeling like a villain when his eyes get wide like he’s terrified. "Don't do anything crazy right now, Skylar. I'm not a saint..." "Hush, this is a test. If you think saying no is so easy, just say no and send me away," I continue with a naughty smile that I can't help because he looks terribly nervous when I start taking off my old pajamas. Now I'm annoyed I chose to wear them, but the way his eyes fall to my legs when I drop the pants to the floor makes it all worth it.I proceeded with the shirt and then I'm standing in front of my e
I sigh and roll my eyes as Farrow walks away. I hope he keeps that sassy energy all night because if he actually tries something, I'll give in. There's no point in denying it, I'll simply give in. And I’ll do it with a smile on my face. "At some point you'll have to realize you're dragging this. You’re dragging the unavoidable," Rocky says, making me return my eyes to him, "You need him right now, there is clearly a very mutual bond going on here." "Shh!" I let out, looking to make sure Farrow isn't still hanging around, "Shut up!” "Even for Farrow, this amount of sick obsession isn't normal. It's definitely him feeling the bond," Rocky continues, brushing Alex's hair back. The little boy is completely lost on Rocky's phone, not paying attention to us, "And that sort of thing doesn't happen just because, okay? You shouldn't ignore it or it'll just bring a lot of pain to both of you. Resentment looks very ugly on you, sis, let it go." "Easy for you to say," I whisper angril
"He won't be a step dad at all, Farrow. We're only casually dating. Very casually," I finally respond, avoiding looking at him. Farrow huffs and stays there, literally just standing behind and breathing over me for two more minutes until I'm done with the salad, then he walks behind me to the dinning table, "Oh, I forgot the napkins..." When I turn around, Farrow starts walking backwards so he can follow me to the kitchen again. This time, I have to close my eyes and stop a smile from growing. Stop it, Sky. Don’t smile at something so unhealthy and psychotic. This is sick behavior. Codependent behavior, like Rocky said. But... it's the bond, isn’t it? The compatibility bond because of the pregnancy. Farrow feels it too. His wolf feels it. "This is getting ridiculous," I scold him anyway, trying to reach for the napkins, but he grabs them first and then has the audacity to look at me as if he doesn't know what I mean, "You're acting like an anxiously attached pet. You haven't
"Cam is such a lame, isn't he, Bob?" Farrow continues a couple seconds later and his naughty hand falls ‘casually’ on my leg, trying to grab my thigh, but I grab his hand and put it back where it was. "Yeah, now that I think about it, he's kinda lame. And too old for you, Mom," Bobbie mutters, her Switch making noise while Farrow returns his fucking hand to my legs. And this is why I can’t trust this man. He always disrespects my boundaries and he laughs while doing so, making a game out of everything. "And he's not even that cute," Bobbie continues absentmindedly, "Dad is cuter." "Oh, she's so right," Farrow lets out in delight, bringing his hand back and trying to slip it in between my thighs this time. When I give him a warning growl, he gives me an offended look, "I'm just looking for a warm place to keep it. I'm freezing, it's so cold." "Stop," I say anyway. Because even though he's not being sexual, it's making me feel things and I don't need that. Not after the weir
“Mom! Mom, can I buy this?” Bobbie appears in front of me all of a sudden, showing me a make-up kit with a lot of different things. I only blink at her, dazed, “It’s only eighty five dollars and I have the money to buy it myself! You know, the money I took from Dad the other day… oh, hello…” “Hi, Bobbie, it’s good to see you again,” Cam says and points to the lady in front of us, “This is my mom, Lucy.” “Hi, Ma’am,” Bobbie says politely and Lucy gives her a warm smile, “It’s good to see you too, Mr Randall. Uhm… Mom, are you done here? The guy is waiting for me to pay but I didn’t actually bring my money, so you have to pay for it right now and I’ll pay you back once we’re home. I promise I’ll actually pay you this time.” She’s being frantic and little rude, but she is giving me the out I need. I’ll gladly take it. “Alright. Go back to the stand, I’m right behind you,” I say and once she leaves, I turn to Lucy again, “I’m sorry, I have to leave. It was so nice to meet you, Luc
{ Sky } When Farrow comes back to the table with a smile on his face, I relax on my seat because I know whatever is going on with Bobbie is not going to be that bad. "She's okay, she'll come back soon," he says and returns to my side, instantly stealing my spoon to take a huge bite of our cake, "I told her about the ‘spoiling her’ pact, but don't tell her I told you I told her." I roll my eyes and nod, more than used to his useless secrecy when it comes to me and Bobbie. It’s useless because me and Bobbie tell each other everything. Just like they do when they’re alone. And just like me and Farrow do when we’re alone, so I don’t know why anyone even bothers. A couple of minutes later, Bobbie comes back to the table with her head held high and I can tell she’s been crying, but I don’t say anything as she returns to her seat next to Henry and whispers something to him. But once the kids have had their dessert as well, I tell Henry to stay with Farrow as he pays so I can have
"That sounds like a solid plan. I'll live at home for another year and a half to help you with the twins, but then I'm totally moving out. Once you feel like you have it all handled on your own and no longer need me, I’m out… let's shake on it to make it official," I offer her my hand. She grabs it, sealing her fate, "You can't take it back now.” "Alright... but you're way too happy about it," she murmurs with narrowed eyes, "I got carried away last night, but that's not going to happen again, okay? Not ever." "Never, I promise," I lie with a smile on my face but I think she knows I don't mean it because she hits my stomach, smiling too. And since it doesn't look like Bobbie is going to come back anytime soon, I guess we’ll have to stay a bit longer, “Do you want dessert?“ “Yes,” she responds instantly, “Do you want to share the lava cake with me?” “Obviously, friend,” I respond with a smile. We’ve been sharing the lava cake for almost two decades, she doesn’t even have to ask
When we get our food, Bobbie looks at the triple decker longingly, but that's what she gets for being fake and dumb about food when I’m sure Henry wouldn’t think twice about what she’s eating. Still, she's happily chatting with the boy about their friends at school, homework, her being grounded and the nintendo switch the boy wants to buy. It's very boring, but still annoyingly cute. So I start to think this is the perfect moment to let Bobbie know she's about to be a big sister, because she’s in a good mood. I have no idea how she's going to react. Not too long ago, back when she was still a sweet baby girl, she was very jealous. Any time there was another kid around and we paid attention to them, she would throw tantrums. Of course, she's changed now, so she might not care. Or she might care a lot, we don't know. Still, having Henry here was a good idea, Bobbie will definitely behave herself a lot better with him around. "So, Bobbie... we have something to tell you," I