I turned to her and noticed that she looked extremely uncomfortable. She kept staring at Allison’s huge belly and scratched her arm.Seriously. How much larger can she get without popping?“Uhm. Wednesday. Are you coming?”“No.”Catherine gave me a glare. She obviously wanted me to go.“Are you sure?” Sarah tried, but I rolled my eyes.“Yep.”Then Catherine pulled me aside and scolded me with her eyes.“That was rude, Aaron!” she whisper-yelled.“She obviously wants you there, and your baby will only be born once. You’ll regret not going later.”Then she noticed that Sarah was about to leave and called out to her.“He’ll be there! What time?”“10:30!”Catherine gave her a thumbs up, and even I could see how relieved Sarah was. Maybe I was a bit too arrogant towards her, but I didn’t really care. Okay, maybe a little bit.“I’m sorry,” I muttered when Catherine didn’t say anything for a while.“I know I’m an ass sometimes, and...”“An ass? Do you know how mean that was?” she exclaimed.
I read her note over and over again and wandered restlessly around until my phone finally rang.“Bambi! Oh, my God! Are you alright?” I exclaimed the moment I picked up.“Yeah...”“How’s your mom? Is it serious?”I felt confused as to why she was so reluctant to answer. Did I do anything wrong? Is that why she left? Maybe she was jealous of Sarah and couldn’t keep up her façade anymore? But that wasn’t a problem anymore. As soon as she confirmed that her mother was okay, I blurted out:“I’m not the father!”She was silent on the other end, but I could clearly envision her beautiful smile.“The kid, who was pretty adorable by the way, was way too white to be mine. She was blonde with milky-white skin, maybe even lighter than Sarah herself, and so far from my darker Caucasian genes. I don’t even need to read the result of the paternity test. She’s definitely not mine.”I felt the relief flush through me, just like it did at the hospital when I first saw her. I would never forget Allison
“But, Marty...”“No! You don’t want to talk about what happened at the police station, and I don’t want to talk about that. Are we clear?”He nodded silently and seemed sadder than ever. Good. He deserved to feel bad about it.“Now, let’s get to business and get this over with.”So that’s what we did. After about one and a half hour everything was sorted out in peace, and I finally had the paper in my hand. The divorce was final, and I didn’t regret it one tiny bit. I wished Jake good luck with his life, and especially the part about him coming out as bisexual. I knew he needed that. When his grandfather did what he did to me because of a failed marriage, then I didn’t dare to think about what he’d do to Rocco.Barely five minutes after he’d left, there was another knock on the door. I hadn’t ordered any room service, so I immediately assumed it was Jake who had forgotten something.“I thought you were in a hurry to get to the airp...” I started to say but lost my vocabulary the secon
“Where are you taking me?” she asked, and it was like she was glowing when she spoke.“Wait and see,” I said, staying secretive. It wasn’t much I could arrange on such a short notice. I mean, just this morning I’d gone from taking my son, or whatever I should call him, to the police station, to finding my girlfriend at a totally unexpected place, then finding out that she was pregnant, to the point where I actually started to get accustomed to the fact that the child was mine. That’s quite a leap in one day. But I still managed to get a table at one of the nicer places in the city, and I hoped it was good enough for our first date.Oh, my God. You’re actually nervous, Aaron. You’ve never been nervous about taking out a woman before. With one hand on the wheel and the other resting on Martina’s thigh, with her tender palm on top of mine, I took us to the right place and parked. Then, with the same courtesy, I made her laugh again as I helped her out of the car, simply because I loved
"Does he treat you well?""Indeed," she murmured, however I could see a glimmer of weakness in her expressive doe eyes. Thus, I inclined considerably nearer. So close that I could hear her whimsical heart beats."Allow me to reword that. Does he fulfill you, Anny?"Her absence of answer let me know what I had to be aware."You're excessively really great for him," I mumbled. Her hair felt so delicate against the tip of my nose, and her aroma caused me to pine for her like never before. I really wanted her. Be that as it may, in particular, I expected to show her how such a delightful goddess ought to be dealt with."Goodness, Joe."Quiet whines covered my ear channels as I pushed inside her. She was wet. No, she was fucking drenched."Ahh, no doubt," she murmured unwillingly, and she sifted her nails through my hair and pulled when I began moving. A lively, firm ass filled my palms as I shook us both in a consistent musicality, and she groaned when I pushed her in a tough spot and lif
I left the rec center, heading for the supermarket, with the charming consequence of having a portion of the chewing sexual strain eased. I realized it wouldn't keep going long, however I had hands, albeit fucking my clench hand while watching pornography a long way from the genuine article. Yet, being physically disappointed was OK contrasted with having a witch from damnation tormenting you each living hour, hollering at you on the grounds that each and every thing you did wasn't sufficient as per her crazy guidelines. No, screw all that. I'd been an introvert since the separation, and that is the way it planned to remain.Presently it was the ideal opportunity for supper, and my exhausted psyche was snarling stronger than my eager stomach. It was a similar fucking question consistently. Chicken? Had it yesterday. Fish? Nah. Didn't even try to choose which kind. Burger? No. Assuming this is the case, I would have gotten it somewhere else and not the benevolent you need to make yours
"He's been bumping that equivalent deep, dark hole for a very long time. How in the world would you say you are not worn out on her?"My eyes felt hazy, however I got Quentin's look and giggled. I realized I was jabbing the bear."Since that is the way genuine romance is, Joe. In any case, how might you be aware? You've never attempted it.""Cut that fucking poop. They're no different either way. They're made to cover your dick inside, and that is all there is to it. I bet you actually recall that tasting some new pussy, Q was so great. Samantha, right?""Joe. Stop," Rocco cautioned, however I was too smashed to even consider mindful."You ought to get it done once more, you know. No one will let your significant other know if you get a little something this evening. Essentially a blow.""Buddy! You're such a poop hole here and there. Realize when to quiet down."Shilo sat on his seat, firm and quiet as a marble design, with his arms collapsed low on his chest. OK, I could have taken
"Coming!" I hollered, then glared when I heard a voice I perceived."Father! OPEN UP!"So I did."Rocco! What are you doing here? Also, who's getting killed?" I asked and thought this way and that in the passage behind him."Nobody. Yet, you're playing so clearly it's a marvel it doesn't show on the Richter's scale. I've been thumping on the entryway for a few minutes."I giggled."How are you not hard of hearing?" he inquired. Yet, when I showed him in, he shook his head."Catherine is holding up in the vehicle.""Martina? Is that your life partner?""Spouse, really," he grinned gladly, and I caused a commotion in shock."We got hitched in Las Vegas last week.""Indeed you did? Then, at that point, why…""We maintained that it should be simply us and our two dearest companions. No offense, yet you know the amount I disdain all the upheaval following stuff like that.""Stuff? Kid, it's a wedding. Or on the other hand more explicitly, your wedding. That is not something you ought to me