Page 38 of Sloth
“Hey, I made those to take to Luke's parents tonight,” I tell her.
“You don’t need to take them cookies, you're giving them a grandchild. Mary is gonna be singing from the rooftops.” Liza moves fast to steal one while I’m off guard.
“Yes, but things aren’t quite that simple. We were thinking of maybe also telling them about us.” I look up at Luke and smile nervously.
“Oh, using your unborn child as leverage already? Good parenting.” She nods, and Luke laughs as he kisses my cheek and continues getting ready.
“You know, it’s really time you told your parentsandthe father that you're pregnant,” I tell her, waiting until he’s out of earshot. He doesn’t know that Koben is the father yet, and I promised Liza that I won’t tell him until she speaks to him herself. “I never expected Luke to take the news the way he did, and he’s been great.”
“Yeah, well, Luke Edwards is full of surprises. Couple of months ago, the boy couldn’t even take care of a fuckin’ cold. You got a good one there. And you totally deserve it,” she tells me. “Remember that when you break the news to your in-laws.” She starts making her way to the door.
“You have a talent of distracting yourself from the inevitable; don’t leave it too long, Liza,” I call after her, and she stops to make a dramatic bow before she makes her exit.
“I figure we have another twenty minutes before we need to leave.” Luke’s voice turns my attention back to him, and when I see him standing in his door frame, looking handsome as sin in black jeans and a denim shirt, I don’t even bother checking if he’s right. He’d be worth showing up a little late for.
I head over and kiss him, and he lifts me off my feet, carrying me over to the kitchen table and slamming my ass on its surface.
“I like how this looks on you,” He tells me, sliding his hands up the new dress I bought last week.
“But I think we should leave these at home.” He grips his fingers into the waist of my panties and drags them down my thighs.
“Luke, I am not going to your parents' house with no underwear on,” I tell him, reaching my head up so I can feel the contact of his lips against mine.
“Oh, really?” He pulls them off my ankles and tucks them in his back pocket, and when I try reaching around to grab them, he distracts me by stroking my pussy with his fingers.
“Oh, fuck, ” I whisper, knowing that I’m completely at his mercy now. Everything seems to be heightened since I found out I was pregnant, and just the touch of his finger can send me to orbit.
“Say please, baby girl,” he whispers. Sliding one of his rough, callous fingers deep inside me.
“Please,” I whisper against his mouth, before filling it with my tongue and moaning when he strokes my clit with his thumb.
The sound of a throat clearing interrupts us, and when we both turn our heads to the front door and see Bryce standing in its frame, all that pleasure that built up inside me suddenly turns to shame.
“Dad.” Luke withdraws his hand from under my dress and turns to face him, while I straighten myself up and hang my head.
“You oughta be ashamed of yourself,” he snarls. “Your own brother's wife, not even the daisies have popped up on his grave.” Bryce hobbles toward his son and grabs him by his shirt.
“What the hell were you thinkin’?” He shakes him.
“Bryce.” I try to intervene.
“Quiet, hussy!” he barks at me, and I gasp in shock when Luke’s fist comes out of nowhere and strikes his father's jaw.
“Don’t youdarefuckin’ talk to her like that,” he growls at him as the old man stumbles back, looking stunned.
“You don’t know what she’s suffered.” He starts stepping into his father’s space, and I quickly step between them, looking up at Luke, shaking my head, and begging him with my eyes not to say something he’ll regret.
“We’ve all suffered, Luke, every one of us; we don’t turn on our own. How long has this been goin’ on?” he asks.
“Long enough for us to know it’s real,” Luke answers, taking hold of my hand and encouraging me to turn around and stand strong.
“Do you know why I came here to see you?” He points his finger at Luke, looking like he’s about to cry. “I came here to tell you I was proud of you; to offer you more land. Land you could build an equine centre on and make something of yourself with. But it looks to me like you're making something outta what don’t belong to you already.” He turns his back and marches to the door.
“Bryce, wait.” I chase after him.“Don’t leave; at least hear us out. Don’t you think Matthew would want me to be happy? Don’t you think he’d want someone who was close to him raising his child?” I look down at my stomach and rest my hand on it, watching the old man fight back tears as he notices.
“You're pregnant?” He shakes his head, and I can’t make out if he thinks it's a good or a bad thing.
“Luke’s gonna take care of us; he’ll raise Matthew's child and love it more than anyone else would. I know this has come as a shock, and you shouldn’t have found out this way, but I’m asking you to think about it. Think about what Matthew would have wanted.” Bryce didn’t know the Matthew that I did; he only ever saw a man who was kind and decent. The kind of man who would want his wife and child to be cared for.
