It’s been a month since he sprang his little surprise about the pills on me. At first I thought he was joking, I mean I would’ve noticed if my pills had been switched out wouldn’t I?
But in the morning when I checked, which was the first time he let me out of bed by the way, he sure had changed them. I’d been popping vitamins since we moved in.
I tried getting him to see just how wrong he was for that, but have you ever tried arguing with a tree stump? Yeah, it’s about the same. Only I think the stump might give you something, not Brett.
It was only after his mom and I grew closer, and I had an ally that I came to understand him.
Brett, to put it mildly, is spoilt. And now he’s leading my boys down the same path. As a single teenage mom, I know tough, or at least I thought I did. I hadn’t run into anything like him before though.
He takes charge of everything without asking, and how he knows what I need is sometimes a mystery, because I try not to ask him for anything.
With Brett more is always better. Which is why I’m surprised that he let me have my garden wedding two weeks ago at our new home, instead of the massive do his mother wanted to plan.
I finally figured it out. He was trying to make up for all he thinks I’ve missed out on, which is sweet, but unnecessary.
I also figured out how to deal with his brand of nutty. If he thinks something is harmful or can be potentially harmful, there’s no moving him. But if it’s just something I want or need, he’d move heaven and earth to get it for me.
Let’s not get started on the boys. I think we now own the equivalent of two toy stores.
After that day when he came back with the papers, nothing would do but that he adopt the boys right away.
To do that he said, we first had to get married. I begged him to get a pre-nuptial agreement, I knew what most people were going to think after all; but his words were and I quote, ‘where the fuck you gonna go?’
Now he’s had me in this bed for days it feels like. From the minute dad took the boys on a camping trip with their new uncles and grandfather, which is what Brett’s dad said they should call him.
I should probably tell him that he’d already done the deal, long before I even knew that he’d changed my pills, but I needed just a few more days of peace and quiet. I knew that as soon as I say those words my life, as I know it, is over.
“It’s not my fault that your pussy feels this good. It’s like you did something to it, it’s hotter inside and the walls feel different.”
It can’t be, “really?” I moved with him now because I couldn’t help myself. He has this way of making me just as hungry for him as he is for me, no matter how worn out I might be.
“Yes really, I stay hard inside you haven’t you noticed? So in essence it’s you who’ve been keeping me in bed all this time. When I’m not in you I’m thinking of being in you. And when I do get inside you, I can’t leave. I think you bewitched me.”
Yeah that’s it alright. I think for the sake of my sanity and my sore girly bits I’d better tell him; heaven help us.
“Brett?” I ran my hands soothingly down his back.
“Yeah?” I almost couldn’t get my thoughts together because he was still moving inside me. Only this time it was slow and easy, instead of the pounding lust that we’d shared just a short while ago.
“I have something to tell you.”
“What is it?” He pulled his head back again. How can he look so relaxed when he was making me crazy?
Here goes, “I’m pregnant.” He stopped all movement and just stared down at me for a full minute.
“You sure?” His voice was as soft as I’d ever heard it; there was such reverence in it.
“What’re you doing?” he pulled out of my body and laid between my thighs.
“I want to see.” What could I do but roll my eyes at that? There was nothing to see, not yet anyway.
But I endured his thorough inspection until he’d satisfied himself that there was nothing to see as yet, then he slid back into me and we made love for the rest of the afternoon. I guess it wasn’t just about breeding me after all.
BRETT
“Mom, I know what you’re going to say, but here’s the deal. My wife is not going anywhere for the weekend without me. I don’t know whatever gave you the idea that I would go for this.”
“Brett, it’s not the weekend it’s just one night. We’ll go to the show and dinner and be back first thing in the morning.”
“Take your husband with you, he likes that opera crap.”
“But it’s girls night.”
“Her girls night is going to be right here in this house. If she wants to see the Pirates of Penzance I can rent the movie.”