Page 18 of Lollipop

“Why now?”

She looks like she might have lost weight. She felt like it too when I had her in my arms. She's not been eating like she should.

“I ought to throw you over the arm of that couch and spank your ass until you can’t sit for days.”

She backs up, putting space between us, causing my temper to slip. I grab her arm and start to pull her over to the couch.

“After I spank your little ass raw, I’m fucking you until you can’t walk too.”

“Oh my God! Ander! Please.”

Even though she is fighting me every step of the way, it doesn't take much for me to have her where I want her. Right when I’m about to turn her around and bend her over the arm of the couch she blurts out words that don’t make any sense to me.

“Ander, I’m pregnant! I…I’m pregnant! I don’t know if… if it will hurt the baby or…”

“What did you just say?”

“I…,” tears fill her eyes and her whole body starts to shake, “I said, I’m pregnant.”

“You…, you’re pregnant?”

A sob slips from her lips, and she looks on the verge of passing out. I lift her and sit with her in my lap on the very couch I was about to spank her on. A plethora of emotions burst through my brain causing me to be speechless.

“Were you going to tell me? If I hadn’t come today, would you have told me?”

“Of course I would have told you. I just told the girls I wasn’t saying anything to anyone until we spoke first. Well, nobody but them since it kind of, um, fell out when we were all crying and hugging and…it doesn’t matter. I was going to tell you.”

“When?”

She opens and closes her mouth, telling me all I need to know.

“After the birth but before college?”

She pops up off my lap.

“You’re lucky I even chose to tell you with what you’ve done to me! The pain you’ve caused me!”

“You? The pain I caused YOU? What about what you did to me? Ghosting my ass, cutting off any contact, pretending what happened between us never happened?”

“Don’t pretend you cared or that it meant anything to you! I saw you that morning! I saw you!”

“And what, decided you were done with me?”

“You were with my sister! The two of you laughing and she…she touc..., oh God.”

She takes off running for a nearby trashcan. I am right behind her. When she falls to her knees and starts retching, I hold her hair back for her and rub her back. Between heaves, I can tell she’s crying and all I can think of is murder. Death and violence. I might kill that little bitch if I ever see her again but right now I need to make sure I am taking care of Lilly the way she needs me to.

When she tries to stand and seems like she is done, I hand her a water bottle and sweep her up in my arms so I can take us back over to the couch. I brush the tears off her face and rock her as she cries some more. Eventually the tears slow and her sobs quieten down.

“Sweetheart, I went out that morning for breakfast for us. I was in my truck about to pull out when she opened the door and slid in.”

“I don’t want to know. I don’t want to…”

“She tried to touch me but I pushed her away and told her if she didn’t get out of my truck I was going to make her and her parents’ lives a living hell.”

She looks up at me with hope in her eyes. “You weren’t…”

“The only thing that…your sister touched was my forearm and I told her she made me want to throw up. Needless to say, she got back out and walked her happy ass back over to her car and took the fuck off.”

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