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Clayton
“So do you think we should go over to the house and pack up essentials? You know, like all the kitchen stuff and whatever? I know I want my piano at the least.” I say to Vic, who’s staring at his football trophies. “Vic?”
“Yeah? Yeah.” He sighs. “This is just fuckin’ weird. I mean, do I take the shrine to my High School career, or do I leave it for my mom?”
“It’s a good question. At least you still got a mom to leave it for.” I say quietly. I know that I’ve made the decision to stake it out with them, to start fresh, but the idea of leaving my mom behind in a Kentucky state prison is gonna rip out my heart. I shrug, feeling Vic’s hands wrap my shoulders.
“Hey, it’s okay.”
I sniff. “I just feel like I’m abandoning her.”
Vic turns me toward him and hugs me. “We will make a point of coming back; you’ll visit with her. She can still call, so there’s that.” Vic kisses me, and I welcome the distraction. His chin’s a little sharp, guess he forgot to shave today. He pulls me toward the bed. His is little compared to ours. Shirts lift hitting the floor. I go for his jeans as he stretches to reach the nightstand, grabbing condoms. I get him stripped and watch his cock as it does a happy dance. I get us covered and roll him to the side; the condom helps me make strides as I prod him.
“Stop teasing.” Vic pants while I stroke him. Lifting his leg, I open him up and bury my cock inside his tight pulsing hole. He grabs my head, and I bite his shoulder while thrusting. The room falls away, the insanity of our life fades. Silenced by Vic’s moans and my need to come, I hear ringing in my ears as I ride him hard. He blows into his condom; I feel it tighten, like the rest of him as he flexes every delicious muscle. I want to be deeper, so I get him on his knees and drive back into him.
“Easy.” Vic cries, but I’m working my frustrations out on him. I can’t be rough with Abigail, I’m afraid I’ll hurt her, or worse trigger her. Vic, though, he’s sturdy, flexible, and can take me pounding him till we’re both sweaty aching messes.
I come, collapsing onto his back, he drops exhausted and moaning as my cock is still twitching deep inside him. “Christ, my ears won’t stop ringing.” I groan, pulling up and getting the condom off.
“I think it’s the phone, you’ve got a voicemail.” Vic sits up, wincing. “You feel better, now that you’ve thrown out my back?”
I kiss him. “Much.” I grab my phone from my pants pocket. Unknown number. I dial the voicemail pulling on my jeans to head to the bathroom. I’ll be so glad when I can just free ball it in our own place. It rings, and I hear a commotion in the background, followed by Fred’s voice.
“Er- ahem. Boys, you need to come out to the hospital as soon as you get this. Monkey fainted. I don’t know if it was the stress, or her not eating all day, but they are making her take the ambulance out of here. I’m going with. Hurry the fuck up!”
I damn near piss on the wall as I drop the phone on the floor.
“VIC!” I scream, pulling it together. He’s in the hall as I emerge.
“What? Are you okay?” He’s half-dressed, like me.
“I’m fine. We gotta go, Abigail fainted.”
“At the courthouse?”
I nod, rushing past him. “We need to go to the hospital.”
It takes us less than fifteen minutes to make a forty-minute drive. I wasn’t fucking around, and I didn’t much care if the sheriff tried pulling us over. Good thing for us, the cops in this town like their coffee and donuts more than doing their jobs.
I send Vic in ahead while I find someplace to park. I know we both look a mess, but there was no time to really clean up. I park and tuck my shirt, trying to not look like some sort of deviant. Christ, I smell. I should have at least put on more deodorant. I run across the parking lot and straight into the ER. My eyes dart around, searching for Vic. He’s talking to the security detail, trying to get them at least confirm our girl’s inside.
“Fucking HIPPA, they won't tell me anything.” Vic hisses as I grab him.
The ER doors swing, and I spot Fred. “FRED!” I holler. “FRED!” He looks up, and his face says it all. Something is wrong. He takes strides toward us and out the doors he comes. “Where is she?”
“Is she okay?” Vic adds breathlessly. We’re both trying to get through him.
“She’s lying in a hospital bed hooked up to fluids. The three of you have some growing up to do. That’s for damn sure. She’s underweight, and it’s not good for either of them.” Fred shakes his head. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.”
“Wait- what? Who’s them?” I ask, confused as he leads us back.
“We’ve been trying to get her fed, Fred. She just isn’t keeping anything down.” Vic defends.
“It’s no wonder she isn’t. That can last another thirty-six weeks.”
I grab Fred stopping him. “What the hell are you goin’ on about?” Vic runs right into us, and it’s like a freight train as we blow through the curtain. I scramble to get to my feet, seeing Abigail. She’s lying in the hospital bed, they’ve gowned her up, and her top is up to her tits. There’s little stuff stuck all over it, and she’s surrounded by machines and monitors.
“Honey?”
“Baby girl?”
We both look at Fred.
"I'm pregnant." Abigail answers, watching us.
"You're what? I'm sorry I must have misheard you." Vic says, my eyes follow the lines all over her belly to the monitor she’s avoiding looking at.
"I'm six weeks pregnant." Abigail answers quietly.
"How the fuck did that happen?" Vic shouts, and Abigail cringes.
I grab Vic and make him look at the monitor. “Shut the fuck up, and just look. That’s our baby.” I finish softer. “There it is.” The tadpole fighting to grow just bounces in the image.
"We always use protection. When could this have happened?" Vic responds.
“You know when it happened,” I say, pulling him over to our girl. I push her hair back and kiss her forehead. I can’t be angry or really all that surprised. We’ve been taking the risk for months.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen. There's still time to not go through with it." Abigail answers, watching Vic.
Hearing her say something like that breaks my heart. I nudge Vic.
"It's not just your fault. We made a mistake. Now we have to live with it." He blurts out, and I smack him upside the head.
“Dick.” I pull Abigail into me. “I love you so much. I was so scared when Fred said you collapsed. But this? This we can handle, together.”
"The doctor said if I don't start eating and keep it down, I'm going to lose the baby. Something about needing to be on a protein diet and something else."
I look at Vic and at Fred. “We’ll do whatever we need to.”
"You all have a lot to talk about. Mollie is here to take me to get my truck. This time goes quickly, so I suggest you start talking now." Fred says, kissing Abigail on the head. "I'll see you in the morning."
“Vic?” He looks from me to Abigail.
"How are we gonna move away with her pregnant?"
“The same way we were gonna move before we found out. I don’t know about you, but I sure as fuck don’t want our baby growing up here.” I look at her. “What matters now is what you want.”
"What if I can’t gain the weight needed, and I lose it?”
“We’ll mourn with you. I don’t think that's gonna happen because your being paraded around at court is going to stop, now.”
"How?"
“There’s no way the judge will allow it. The stress is enough to hurt you both, and they can’t afford to be responsible for you miscarrying. Your collapsing today proves they’ve gone too far already.”
A nurse comes in and checks her vitals, Vic sits but doesn’t say anything. I just watch her and the monitors. The whole situation is unreal.
