I’m not sure how long our luck is going to last. I love having Sadie around my apartment, living with me, but her family is getting more aggressive. They haven’t actually come to the apartment again or gotten in touch with either of us, but her father has stepped up his attempts at sabotaging my business.
I’m practically leaking money and resources. I still have a lot, and I’m not in any serious danger yet, but I’m not sure how long I can last. Maybe six months, maybe a year, something like that.
Despite the problems with my business, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. I spend half my days in the office and half my days at home with Sadie. Two weeks pass like that, two fucking blissful weeks. We have sex as much as possible, and Sadie is an eager learner. She loves when I push her limits, test her, see what she likes and doesn’t like. She’s intense in a way that surprises me, and she even pushes my boundaries a little bit right back. It’s so impressive. When I first met her, she was a virgin, but after only weeks of having sex, I feel like she’s learned as much as I can possibly teach her.
I won’t say that to her, of course. Because I want to keep trying to come up with new ways to make her feel good.
After two weeks and one doctor’s appointment, its pretty clear to me that we need some sort of plan. Early Saturday morning, I get up and make her breakfast like I always do, but this time I have something of an ulterior motive.
She comes out into the kitchen, smiling. “You know, I’m pretty spoiled by this.”
“Didn’t you have a chef back home?”
She grins and nods. “But you’re much better.”
“Oh, I’m sure I am.” I give her a plate and a cup of coffee before serving myself and sitting down across from her.
I watch her eat for a second, sipping my coffee. She’s so goddamn beautiful and she makes me so happy, which is why I hate that I feel like I have to have this conversation with her. I wish we could just keep going like this as she gets more and more pregnant, and then we’d raise our child together, and just live in bliss.
But the real world is still out there, and the real world is very unhappy.
“What?” she asks me with a little smile.
I smile back. “I want to talk to you about something.”
“Uh oh,” she says. “You have your serious face on.”
“I don’t have a serious face. All of my faces are serious.”
“Well, that’s not true,” she says, laughing. “Your come face isn’t too serious.”
I grin at her. “That’s the most serious of all faces, Sadie girl.”
She sighs and leans back in her chair. “Okay, what do you want to talk about?”
“First I want to tell you something.” I grab her hand and hold it tightly. “Having you here these last two weeks… they’ve been the happiest two weeks of my life. Do you understand that?”
She nods, smiling, and squeezes my hand back. “I feel the same way.”
“Good. So now you understand why it’s so hard for me to say that I think you need to go home.”
She pauses, very surprised, and slowly pulls her hand away. “What?” she asks. “Why?”
“Not permanently,” I say quickly. “Hell, not even for very long. But Sadie, you need to tell your family that you’re pregnant.”
She lets out a sharp breath. “I thought you were kicking me out.”
“I’m not,” I say. “I promise. But you do need to tell your parents, and I think it’ll be best if you do it in person.”
“I don’t want to go back there,” she says quietly. “Do you have any idea how they’ll react?”
“They’re probably pretty fucking mad already,” I say, grinning. “I did beat the shit out of one of their workers.”
She bites her lip and looks down at her place. “I know that. My brothers have been calling me every day since I left.”
“Peter too?” I ask.
“Peter too,” she confirms. “Not answering has been hard. But it’s the right thing for me.”
“You can’t hide this forever,” I say. “We don’t need their support or their blessing. But we do need them to understand.”
“Why?” she asks suddenly, almost pleading. “You know they’ve treated me like a dog for years, right? This is the safest I’ve ever felt. This is the most free I’ve ever been.”
“I know,” I say softly, and it breaks my heart just a little bit. “And so far, they haven’t really tried to bring you back. But they will, sooner or later, and they’ll try hard.”