Page 130 of Double Daddies
I look to Ryle, who has just delivered a firm spank and then stops. I nod at him, and we wait, letting her cry it out.
Ryle
“I’m s-so so-so-sorry,” Cami sniffles into my pant leg.
“I know,” I say, rubbing her back gently. “I know. All’s forgiven, I told you that. We both did.” I make eye contact with Ben.What’s up with this?I ask silently. He’s definitely been here more than I have. Is it normal for her to cry ten minutes after a spanking is over? Did we spank her too hard?
“Honey, you’re okay,” Ben soothes, brushing his hand over her hair. “You’re okay. You need to calm down. Your spanking is over, and you’re going to be a good girl now, right? No more lying?”
“N-no.”
“And no more disrespect?”
“N-no, D-Daddy.”
“Then we’re just fine.” He pets her hair while I rub her back, and it almost looks like she’s settled down. But as soon as I exhale, she bursts into fresh tears.
“Okay, let’s get you sitting up.” I decide a change in position might help. When she’s sitting up, bolstered between me and Ben on the couch, the tears come back until her face is streaked with them.
“Babygirl, you’ve got to stop this,” Ben tells her firmly. “It’s not good for you, or the baby.”
“T-that’s wh-what I’m wo-wor-ried about,” she says, gulping air.
I look at Ben over her head.
“Why are you worried, honey? Is something wrong with the baby?” He caresses the soft curve of her belly.
When Cami just begins to cry harder, I really start to get concerned. “If you can’t calm down and tell us what’s going on, we’re going to carry you to the car and go straight to the hospital,” I say, making sure I speak loud enough to be heard over her hitched breathing.
It takes another five minutes and Ben bringing her water, but finally Cami’s sobs stop.
“There, that’s better.” I’ve retrieved a warm washcloth from the bathroom and use it to wipe her cheeks free of tears. “Now, why don’t you try again?”
Cami is still holding the glass of water. It’s only got about two inches of liquid in it now, but she stares into it as though it’s fascinating. “I just can’t stop thinking…”
“Hmm?” Ben wraps an arm around her shoulders.
“What happens?” She looks up and meets my eyes first. Hers are red-rimmed and watery, and the sight of the angst on her face twists my heart.
“What do you mean? It’s going to be amazing. You’re going to be a great mom?—”
She shakes her head and stops me mid-sentence. “No… not that. I mean…” She takes a deep breath and seems to be arguing with herself about coming clean.
“Come on, Cami. You can trust us with anything, you know that,” I say.
“We’re here for you. No matter what,” Ben adds.
“But that’s exactly what I mean!” she bursts out, looking back and forth between us in turn. “When this baby is born… he or she will be…”
Ben looks over at me, his brow furrowed, but I think I’m beginning to understand.
My chest feels tight but I force myself to ignore any concern I have for myself and to focus solely on our girl. “You’re worried about what happens when we know who the father is.”
Cami nods, biting down on her bottom lip.
I see the moment recognition registers on Ben’s face.
“What… what happens? To… tous?” she asks.
