Page 10 of New Year, New Baby
I nod, still rummaging around, hiding the shaking of my hands.
“Yes, I know,” I say in a husky voice before reappearing with a packet of pills in my fist.“Here you go,” I say.“These should do the trick for now.They’re a sample that I got from the manufacturer, and there’s three months worth of pills for you.When you need a refill, just call my office and I’ll call a prescription into the drugstore of your choosing.”
Nova nods thoughtfully, fingering the blister packs in her hand.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she murmurs.But then she bites her lip and looks at me again.“But didn’t you need to do an exam first?I thought that’s why we were here.Because you needed to be at the clinic with all your instruments available.”
She’s right.I’ve summoned my gorgeous stepdaughter to my office on Christmas Day because I had some sordid idea of feeling those soft curves beneath my palms, with her legs in stirrups and those big blue eyes looking at me filled with trust.I was going to be a fucking bastard and basically touch the teenage girl everywhere, using “medical necessity” as my shield.
But now, I can’t.Nova is much more than one of my dalliances.She’s a thousand times sweeter and more innocent than one of my hardened, overly Botoxed dates, and I can’t possibly subject her to my filthy demands.Nova deserves better.Sheisbetter.The young woman deserves a real man with honorable intentions, who will treat her like the gentleman.By contrast, I’m a fucking douche with the worst of intentions roiling my gut at this very moment.
“No, it’s fine,” I say in a low voice, averting my eyes.“You’re young and healthy.I’m sure everything’s in working order.”
The gorgeous blonde bites her lip again, her big blue eyes wide.
“Are you sure, Daddy?I don’t want you to lose your medical license or anything.”
“I’m sure,” I say in a low voice before clearing my throat.“Now if you’ll just excuse me, honey, I have a lot to do.It’s been wonderful seeing you.”
Nova stares at me like I’m bonkers because it’s Christmas Day.But I shuffle some papers around on my desk, and then check my phone, and she gets the picture.
“Of course, Daddy,” she murmurs.“It’s been wonderful chatting with you too.Merry Christmas.”
Then, with a hesitant smile, Nova departs and it’s as if sunshine incarnate has left my office.I hear her walk through the reception area before letting herself out, her footsteps light and soft.Then, I’m alone in the artificial lighting of the clinic once more, which is a fucking jail cell without the gorgeous girl’s radiance.I let out an actual groan, the tension in my pants unbearable.How can I be thinking these sordid thoughts?How can I be dreaming of putting a baby in my stepdaughter’s belly, when she deserves so much more?
Even worse, I’m not an honorable man.Sure, it looks like I did the right thing on the outside.But the fact is that Nova didn’t just leave my office with a monthly supply of birth control pills in her purse.Instead, I gave her sugar pills because I want the curvy girl pregnant ...and somehow, I’m going to make it happen.
5
Nova
Ipop one of the pink pills out of the packet, and then swallow it before staring at myself in the bathroom mirror.I wonder if the birth control is working.Then, I scold myself becauseof courseit is.It’s not like I’m an alien with strange anatomy.Instead, I’m a normal woman, with normal anatomy, and modern medicine is a miracle that I should be grateful for.
Yet, I’m feeling a tiny bit disjointed because I’m taking birth control, and yet I’m not having sex.It’s not that Iwon’thave sex, or plan on never having sex.It’s just that I don’t have anyone to have sexwith, and as a result, the birth control feels like a tiny bit of overkill.But who knows?Maybe I’ll meet a man soon.Most girls lose their innocence by fifteen these days, and maybe tonight is my lucky night.
Then, I snort because who am I kidding?Hunter’s hosting his annual New Year’s Eve bash at the townhouse tonight, and most of the people coming are folks I’ve met before.There’s Mrs.Liddle down the street, who will be bringing her two black Yorkies dressed in matching tuxes.There’s also Harvey Dunmiller, the celebrity chef, and his husband, Greg Lipton.Plus, there’s Hunter’s co-workers from the hospital, and a ton of folks who live on the block.The West Village is an eclectic place, although over the years, allegedly the neighborhood’s become more wealthy but less interesting due to gentrification.
But that’s by the by.I stare at myself in the mirror and fluff out my blonde locks.My last interaction with Hunter was so bizarre because he was kind of standoffish and a little bit reserved.It’s weird because Hunter is an alpha male who’s been practicing medicine for years.Prescribing birth control is likely his bread and butter, and he’s probably written thousands of prescriptions for women who come to his office.
Even more puzzling, we skipped the exam.I don’t get it because I thought a physical check-up would be a prerequisite before any kind of medication, but Hunter said I’m young and healthy, and it would be fine.Is it wrong to say that I was disappointed?I know it sounds ridiculous, but the office was empty that day.I was looking forward to being alone with my handsome stepfather, in the confines of a small exam room as he touched me in my most sensitive spaces.It would be sexy, intimate, and incredibly titillating.
Plus, I wanted Hunter to find out that my hymen is still intact after all these years.Again, this is so wrong but he’d realize because of the exam, right?Literally, Hunter would have his fingers inside me, feeling the softness of my shield.Yet it wasn’t to be.Instead, the alpha male handed me a sampler three-month supply of birth control, and practically ran me out of his office.He didn’t even stand up to give me a hug good-bye or walk me to the door.Instead, it was here’s your drugs, sayonara.
Maybe there’s a reason for his behavior, the voice in my head whispers.Maybe he’s attracted to you, Nova, and doesn’t want you to know.
Hmm, I suppose that could be the case because any relationship between us would be illicit.Still, the man of the house is a beast who takes what he wants.What’s holding him back?
His marriage to your mother, of course, the voice in my head scolds.What else would it be?He wants to honor the memory of Betsy, and so should you.You’re behaving scandalously, Nova.
My cheeks flush because I know I am, but the heart wants what it wants, and Iwantmy stepfather to notice me.IwantHunter to see that I’m a girl on the cusp of womanhood, dying for his touch.I want him to see how my nipples harden, and how my breasts swell when he’s in my vicinity.I want him to know that I’d love to have his babies, if he’d just give me the chance.
But that’s the problem right there.Hunter’s an experienced alpha male, and he can sense these things.He’s probably repulsed by my needy desperation, and trying to give me a wide berth to save us both the embarrassment.Or even worse, he probably thinks my desperation is funny, and is trying not to crack up when I offer him one of my little come-ons.Ugh.My cheeks go hot at the very thought.God, if only the Earth would open up and swallow me whole!
Well, the only thing to do is to move on.I re-apply some blush, swoosh my blonde locks over one shoulder, and then put a smile on my face.By now, the party’s already started, and with a march to my step, I make my way down to the living rom.As I approach, the sound of conversation greets my ears, as well as the clinking of champagne glasses and the tinkle of music.A particularly boisterous laugh wafts up the stairwell and I stop.Is that...?
Sure enough, when I step into the living room, David Cooper spots me right away.He doesn’t look bad tonight.His hair is as angrily red as ever, but he has a blue shirt on that shows off his eyes, as well as black pants and black loafers.A smile lights his face, and he speeds right over to say hello.
“Hey Nova,” he burbles, handing me a red Solo cup filled with a golden liquid.“Thanks for having us.”
