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Vic
Sheesh. Nothing like having your balls busted for being nice. First, Baby girl’s tellin’ me I’ve been body-snatched, and now Clayton is saying I’m tryin’ to steal his thunder. I can’t help it if things are changing, and maybe I am along with it. I mean, I have to accept that my girl has been shattered, that the sweet, loving, take no shit, badass is holding on by a thread and pushing her just isn’t right. She’d told us what happened, more or less. I just-seeing all the pictures, knowing that her mother if you can call her that, kept an account of it like it was something to be proud of-it just wrecks me. I can only try and imagine what it’s doing to her.
Snacks and other groceries on hand, we head home to find Fred flipping channels on the TV while the dogs beg for Abigail’s food.
“You just couldn’t wait?” Clayton laughs, putting down grocery bags.
“You took too long.” Abi rolls her eyes and continues to eat.
“Since you boys, have made it. I’m going to head out. Call me if you need anything. Monkey, remember to charge your phone. They will be calling you Monday or Tuesday, and please do your work.”
Ignoring Fred completely, she takes another bite of her egg sandwich on white. I pat Fred’s shoulder. “Thank you.”
“Good luck.” He says, walking out the door.
“So, here we are,” I say as she sprawls out on the couch now that Fred is gone. I lift her legs and sit, putting them in my lap. “What’s the plan?”
“Just being together without the crazy of the world.”
I lay over, so my head is against her side. “I can handle that.”
“How’s about you handle these groceries?” Clayton barks. “Or do I have to do all the adulting around here?”
Abi whistles but looks away.
“But you’re so damn good at it.” I snicker dodging a bag of Funyons as they are thrown at my head. “Thank you, baby.” I rip into the bag, shoving one into my mouth then offering the bag to Abigail.
She grabs one and shoves it into my mouth. “I’ll come help,” Abi says, getting up.
“I’ve been abandoned!” I cry, falling over, reaching helplessly for her.
“Oh, get over yourself.”
I roll onto my side and grabbing the clicker start looking for something to watch on TV. I’m relaxing and shit when I notice little white things fly over my head. Then I’m hit by something. Brushing it down, I see it’s fucking popcorn! “Seriously?” I chuckle, sitting up on my knees. I see Abi ready to toss more. I open my mouth, catching the buttery goodies. “Ha!”
“Oh, give me a break!” Abi says, looking over my shoulder just as I’m grabbed from behind.
“Hey, no, manhandling!”
“Get your ass up off this couch and come help, or I really won’t be handling you later.”
“Fine!” I huff as Abi giggles, shoving a whole marshmallow in her mouth. “We need some tunes,” I say as I’m let go. Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my phone and pull up Spotify. Hitting shuffle. Bad Girlfriend by Theory of a Deadman plays. “Seems right.”
An apple smacks me in the side of the head. “I’m not a bad girlfriend.”
“I don’t think it means bad in the literal sense! It’s like bad, like she’s bad, hot, smokin’ not like ugh, horribly terrible!” I rub my head. “That hurt.”
“Good! You’re being lazy!”
I grab the stack of canned goods and toss them back in a bag then shove them in the cabinet. “There, I cleared half the counter. Now let’s go get into our pj’s and snuggle down.”
“Victor!” Clay scolds. “Things have a place, and you don’t shove bags in cabinets! My God, who taught you to stock shelves?”
I laugh. “Do I look like I ever had to do any of this shit before?”
“It’s okay, baby. He won’t just throw you in the cabinet. We won’t let him.” Abi says, patting her belly.
“What?” I look at her flabbergasted. “Why would I put a baby in a cabinet?”
“You’ve never done it before. Duh!” Abi rolls her eyes again. “Clayton, I think he’s scaring the baby.”
Clayton wraps his hands around her and lifts her shirt revealing her tummy. “Give us a kiss and apologize for being your usual dickish self.”
I huff and go over to her. Bending down I go to kiss her belly; she looks down at me with such self-righteousness that I can't help myself. I open my mouth and blow a fat wet raspberry!
She flicks my head. “That’s not nice.”
I stand grabbing her by the back of the head, kissing her, my hand wrapping around behind her, and pulling her from Clayton. I wait until I feel her fall into me before breaking it off. “Never said I was nice.” I squeeze her ass firmly.
“You have to be nice to me. I’m carrying your child.”
“Am I not being nice?” I pull her into me, my hardening cock pressing into her. “Clay, she says I’m not being nice.” I raise a brow.
He pushes her against me. “Oh, you’ve been downright horrible to tell you the truth.” He snickers, as his hands, leave her belly and sail for northern shores.
Abi leans forward, a low moan escaping her lips as I set to kiss her again. Clayton lifts her top off her while I pull her into the living room. The furniture is that weird stiff modern sort, but the area rugs are shaggy and furry. Down we go. Or rather I go as I unbutton her pants and free her of their tight entrapments.
“No panties?” Christ, she smells so good, it’s not often I get to be the one starting things.
Abi bites her lip as she stretches to wrap her arms around Clayton whose stripped himself down. “I couldn’t find them?” She says half an octave higher as my tongue separates her glistening folds. She tosses a leg over my back and pulls me in. I’m happy to dive deeper. Reaching under her, I find Clayton’s hard cock and start stroking him. Making him let out these little groans.
“Come on down, Mister Perfect,” I say deep and heavy. He gets on his knees and slips his fingers into our girl, making her writhe against me. I work her clit as he works her insides. She pulls from him, pushing me back. Grabbing my tee-shirt, she kisses me as she gets my pants undone and gets me where she wants me. It’s the first time we’ve fucked face to face in a long time, and I’m relishing every moment.
