"Claire," the doctor began, her expression unreadable. "Your tests have come back. It seems like you're pregnant.” I couldn’t believe my ears. God has blessed us again. The room spun around me as the words sank in. Pregnant? After the assault, after everything we'd been through? I looked at Claire, here eyes wide with shock and a hint of fear. The doctor continued talking, but her words were just a blur as the reality of the situation settled over me like a heavy blanket. "Rawls," Claire whispered, her hand squeezing mine so tightly I could feel the bones shift. "What do we do?" The doctor's voice was calm and reassuring, explaining options and next steps. But all I could think about was the look on Claire's face. The fear, the confusion, the doubt. I knew I had to be strong for her, to help her through this. “Guess the marriage proposal came at the right time. We are just going to have to start planning our wedding, my love.” Claire’s eyes searched mine, looking for any signs o
After everything that happened at my parents, with announcing the engagement, I couldn’t mention the baby. It felt like a heavy secret that I was carrying around, especially with the way I was feeling. The nausea had worsened, and I couldn't keep anything down. But I didn’t want to worry them any more than we already had. Days turned into weeks, and soon the pregnancy was going to became more obvious. My breasts grew tender and my stomach began to show. We had to tell my parents eventually, but every time we talked about it, the fear of their reaction held us back. Rawls was incredibly supportive, but I knew he was just as nervous as I was. He had become an integral part of my life, my protector, my confidant, and now the father of my child. I was torn between the joy of our little secret and the dread of how my parents would react to the news. One evening, when the nausea had subsided and I had managed to keep a meal down, we decided it was time. We sat down at the dinner table w
I wish Robert could have waited on saying anything. “Dad, who is Castellanos?” Robert’s eyes narrowed at the mention of the name. It was clear he didn’t expect the conversation to turn in this direction. “He’s Jonathan from your office,” he said. “I don’t understand. How do you know all of this?” “Rawls, we are going to have to tell her.” I know Robert is right, I had hoped we would never have to. Rawls nodded, his jaw tight. "I know," he said. We sat in silence for a moment before I took a deep breath and began to explain everything - from the truth about Castellanos. I watched as the color drained from my Claire and Mary’s faces, their expressions a mix of shock and horror. "He's been stalking Claire," I said, my voice low and controlled. "And he assaulted her at the office." Mary's hand flew to her chest, her eyes wide with horror. "What?" she gasped. "Oh my God, Claire, why didn't you tell us?" Rawls's grip on my hand tightened. "We didn't want to worry you," he
I cannot believe Rawls and my dad kept everything from me, I thought as I stumbled away from the house, the fresh air doing little to cool the burning in my cheeks. How could they think it was okay to hire someone to follow me around like I was some sort of helpless victim? The anger grew inside me like a storm, threatening to spill over. Rawls and Dad followed me, their footsteps heavy on the ground. I heard the worry in their voices as they called out to me, but I was too lost in my own thoughts to respond. The truth was, I was scared. Scared for the baby, scared for myself, and scared of what Jonathan might do next. The fear was a living, breathing entity inside of me, and it was consuming everything else. As I reached the house, I turned to face them, my eyes brimming with tears. "You can't do this to me," I choked out. "You can't just make decisions like this and expect me to be okay with it." Rawls stopped a few feet away, his hands up in a placating gesture. "Claire, we neve
My Lifelong Crush Claire has always had a crush on Rawls. She always thought he was handsome but never looked at him like anything other than her best friend’s dad. That changed when she turned sixteen years old. He did not have the dad bod and did not (at least most of the time) make the corny dad jokes. He worked out all of the time, so he was in good shape. He was also so handsome, with some gray at the temples in his black hair. She always wondered why he never got remarried. After his wife, Fiona, died he spent his time raising Evie. He has not been celibate for the last nineteen years. He had his share of women over the years. There were not many weekends that he slept alone. She was jealous of all of the women that had been with him. She has fantasized so many times of what it would be like for him to just kiss her. She dated while in college but no one ever measured up to him and she never slept with them either. The guys had always tried to get in her pants. But for some r
Claire Evie and her father, Rawls, were like family. Evie and I met in pre-school when we were only three years old. She had just lost her mom in a car accident. She was really shy and sat by herself at the back of the room. . I was the shy girl as well, so we both just gravitated towards each other. We were both only children, which was another way that we bonded. From pre-school until Evie left for college, we were together almost every day. We were both going to major in social work when we went to college. My parents could not afford for me to go away to college. I went to the local community college which was going to save time and money in the long run. To be able to pay for tuition, I worked full time, applied for grants, and even got a few scholarships for my grades. The community college only allowed me to complete my Associates Degree. The rest of my classes were taken online to get my Bachelors Degree. I was able to finish in three years so I could start my career early. I
Tomorrow I start my career as a full time social worker. I feel like this internship has taken forever. I am ready to get paid to do the job I went to school for. Six months without pay was hard but it will be well worth it once I start on my case load. I have hated not being able to contribute to the bills to help my parents. They have had some issues with their hours being cut back at work. Covid has hit this economy so hard, that no one is immune. Social work, unfortunately, is booming. It may keep me busy, but it means that there are families and children are struggling as well. I am sitting in the window seat of my bedroom when I see Rawls come home from work. I am hoping he does not have a woman with him. I hate seeing those women getting out of his car. I am so jealous of what they have, which is him. He hasn’t been a monk since his wife died. The painful part for me was that I fell in love with him when I turned sixteen. I can still remember that day like it was yesterday.
I was not expecting for Evie to come home again so soon. She is always “taking a break” from her college experience. At this rate, it may take her until she is thirty before she finishes her degree. The degree is still another issue. She has changed majors so many times that I have no idea what kind of degree she will finally receive. I wish I knew where I had gone wrong with her. I had the help of Robert and Mary Edwards, my friends for over twenty years. They had a daughter, Claire, that was the same age as Evie. I had hoped with their help and having Claire to keep her company, things would have turned out better. Claire and Evie were different as night and day. They have been thick as thieves ever since they were three years old in preschool. After my wife, Fiona, died in a car accident, I was a wreck. I had no idea how to take care of a little girl. If it wasn’t for my best friends, Robert and Mary Edwards, I would not have made it through. Fiona took care of Evie. I was busy tr
I cannot believe Rawls and my dad kept everything from me, I thought as I stumbled away from the house, the fresh air doing little to cool the burning in my cheeks. How could they think it was okay to hire someone to follow me around like I was some sort of helpless victim? The anger grew inside me like a storm, threatening to spill over. Rawls and Dad followed me, their footsteps heavy on the ground. I heard the worry in their voices as they called out to me, but I was too lost in my own thoughts to respond. The truth was, I was scared. Scared for the baby, scared for myself, and scared of what Jonathan might do next. The fear was a living, breathing entity inside of me, and it was consuming everything else. As I reached the house, I turned to face them, my eyes brimming with tears. "You can't do this to me," I choked out. "You can't just make decisions like this and expect me to be okay with it." Rawls stopped a few feet away, his hands up in a placating gesture. "Claire, we neve
I wish Robert could have waited on saying anything. “Dad, who is Castellanos?” Robert’s eyes narrowed at the mention of the name. It was clear he didn’t expect the conversation to turn in this direction. “He’s Jonathan from your office,” he said. “I don’t understand. How do you know all of this?” “Rawls, we are going to have to tell her.” I know Robert is right, I had hoped we would never have to. Rawls nodded, his jaw tight. "I know," he said. We sat in silence for a moment before I took a deep breath and began to explain everything - from the truth about Castellanos. I watched as the color drained from my Claire and Mary’s faces, their expressions a mix of shock and horror. "He's been stalking Claire," I said, my voice low and controlled. "And he assaulted her at the office." Mary's hand flew to her chest, her eyes wide with horror. "What?" she gasped. "Oh my God, Claire, why didn't you tell us?" Rawls's grip on my hand tightened. "We didn't want to worry you," he
After everything that happened at my parents, with announcing the engagement, I couldn’t mention the baby. It felt like a heavy secret that I was carrying around, especially with the way I was feeling. The nausea had worsened, and I couldn't keep anything down. But I didn’t want to worry them any more than we already had. Days turned into weeks, and soon the pregnancy was going to became more obvious. My breasts grew tender and my stomach began to show. We had to tell my parents eventually, but every time we talked about it, the fear of their reaction held us back. Rawls was incredibly supportive, but I knew he was just as nervous as I was. He had become an integral part of my life, my protector, my confidant, and now the father of my child. I was torn between the joy of our little secret and the dread of how my parents would react to the news. One evening, when the nausea had subsided and I had managed to keep a meal down, we decided it was time. We sat down at the dinner table w
"Claire," the doctor began, her expression unreadable. "Your tests have come back. It seems like you're pregnant.” I couldn’t believe my ears. God has blessed us again. The room spun around me as the words sank in. Pregnant? After the assault, after everything we'd been through? I looked at Claire, here eyes wide with shock and a hint of fear. The doctor continued talking, but her words were just a blur as the reality of the situation settled over me like a heavy blanket. "Rawls," Claire whispered, her hand squeezing mine so tightly I could feel the bones shift. "What do we do?" The doctor's voice was calm and reassuring, explaining options and next steps. But all I could think about was the look on Claire's face. The fear, the confusion, the doubt. I knew I had to be strong for her, to help her through this. “Guess the marriage proposal came at the right time. We are just going to have to start planning our wedding, my love.” Claire’s eyes searched mine, looking for any signs o
When I get home from work, Mary is busy in the kitchen and I can see the table is set for four people. "What's going on?" I ask her, feeling a knot in my stomach. She looks up at me with a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Claire called and she wants to come over for dinner.” Robert’s heart skipped a beat when he heard Mary’s words. Despite the strain in their relationship, he knew how much it meant to her to have her daughter back in their lives. “I assume she is not coming alone.” Mary's smile faltered for a brief moment before she nodded. "Rawls is coming too. Honey, please let’s try to make this a civil dinner. I miss Claire. We may not approve of this relationship but maybe we can learn to at least get along.” “I will do my best, Mary," trying to sound more convinced than I feel. The tension between myself and Rawls is still there, but for Claire’s sake I will make my best effort. When Claire and Rawls arrive, there is already unspoken tension. Rawls nods stiffly a
“Marry me, Claire?” I repeated, my voice softer this time but no less earnest. Her eyes searched mine, a mix of shock and elation. "Rawls, are you serious?" she breathed, her hand reaching up to touch my cheek. "More than anything," I replied, my voice steady and sure. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you, protecting you, loving you." Tears welled up in her eyes, and she leaned into my touch, her breathing still heavy from our passionate encounter. "I want that too," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. The words hung in the air, a promise of a future filled with love and protection. I felt a weight lift from my shoulders, knowing that she felt the same way I did. "Yes, Rawls," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll marry you." The smile that spread across my face was so wide it hurt. I leaned down and kissed her, feeling the love I had for her fill every corner of my soul. Rawls’s proposal had taken me by complete surprise, but as soon as he
I was so furious with Claire. She put herself in danger. I could not live my life without her. Now I am going to show her how much I love her. The best way I know how to do that is to be buried deep inside of her. Her eyes searched mine, a mix of surprise and need reflecting in their depths. I leaned down and kissed her, all the fear and anger I had felt earlier morphing into passion. Her lips parted, welcoming me in, and I deepened the kiss, my hands roaming over her body. With a gentle tug, I pulled her shirt over her head, my eyes drinking in the sight of her bare skin. Her bra followed, and my breath hitched at the sight of her breasts, the soft mounds begging for my touch. I cupped them, feeling her nipples harden under my palms as she arched into my touch. Rawls trailed kisses down my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His hands were tender but firm, his touch soothing the fear and tension that had been building inside me. I knew he was trying to distract me from the hor
When Rawls picked me up, I had to decide if I was going to tell him about my visit with Evie. He is going to be upset with me for sure. I suppose I deserve it considering everything that had happened with Jonathan. Rawls looked at me with concern as I got into the car. "How was work today?" he asked, his eyes searching mine for any signs of trouble. I took a deep breath, debating whether to tell him about my visit with Evie. But the fear for her safety was too great to keep it hidden. "It was fine," I lied, my voice strained. Rawls could tell I was holding something back. "What happened, Claire?" I hesitated, my thumb tracing the edge of the seatbelt. "It's Evie. She got a letter from her attacker. He found out where she is." The words spilled out, my voice trembling with the weight of the confession. Rawls' eyes widened in shock, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. "What? How do you know?" "She called me, begging me to come see her," I said, the memory of her terro
Robert messaged me to meet him at the park, he had some information. If he is willing to meet me face to face, it cannot be good news. We met at the boat landing not far from my office. Robert handed a file to me. “This is Jonathan's real name, John Castellanos. He has a history of assaulting women." Robert’s words hit me like a sucker punch. The implications were clear. This was not just some random creep; this was a predator with a pattern. And he had his sights set on Claire. Then the name Fremont College jumped off the page. He was at the same school with Evie. My mind was racing, trying to connect the dots. "Are you saying he could have something to do with what happened to Evie?" I demanded, my voice low and dangerous. Robert's face was a mask of fury, but his eyes held a hint of the same fear that had been gnawing at me. "I don't know for sure," he admitted. "But it's a lead we can't ignore." We sat in silence for a moment, the weight of the situation pressing down