“Cracked, all the fucking way cracked.” I could only shake my head. Bitch was off her meds again.

He actually looked surprised, like maybe he’d expected her to call him with an apology. “What the hell was that?” I shrugged my shoulders; she’s his mother if he didn’t know how the hell should I?

I studied him for a hot minute.

“What, what’re you looking at?”

“I’m wondering if we should have you tested?”

“Tested for what? I’m not sick.”

“Yeah but that brand of cray might be hereditary, I think that shit needs to have an end by date. Can’t be spreading that shit.”

“You’re funny,”

“’I think so.” He smacked my ass as we headed back to the kitchen to finish making dinner.

All through dinner it was eating away at him. I was pretty pissed off too; I want my nana’s ring. That shit had been in my family for about two hundred years. There were stories of bravery and true love attached to that piece of metal. I’d shared those stories with Hagar the Horrible, that’s how I knew she was the one to take it. He thinks I’m gonna let that shit slide. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

“Baby you’re off tomorrow why don’t we do something this weekend?”

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“Yeah? What did you have in mind beautiful?”

“I don’t know, we haven’t been to your secret place in a while. I think it would be good to get away for a minute, clear our heads.”

“That sounds perfect baby.” This little impromptu trip had two purposes. Yes I wanted to get away with my hubby because this baby news was killing me to keep quiet, and I could think of no better place to tell him than in his favorite hideaway. And two, if the festering boil should call she’d see that we were out of range. I know from experience that nothing drives her up the wall faster than not knowing where we are every second of every day.

The next morning early the locksmith came out and then we were on our way. I had everything planned out starting with the test I had hidden away in my bag. The hagster wasn’t even a blip on my radar and I made sure my honey didn’t give her a moment’s thought. “Vanessa I’m gonna crash.”

“No you won’t just concentrate on your driving let me do the rest.”

We were on a long stretch of deserted backcountry road, best place to give my guy a tongue bath. I teased the shit out of him, bringing him to the brink and then squeezing him off.

The third time I did that I felt the change under the wheels. We were off road and I was pretty sure we had another half an hour at least to our destination. I soon found out soon enough when he slammed on the brakes and dragged me out of the car after extricating his dick from my tonsils.

“Shit Dami wait…”

“Uh-uh no waiting.” He pulled my jeans down to my knees and kicked my legs apart. I got a cursory rub of the cockhead up and down my slit before he was slamming into me. I was on my toes by the second thrust and my face was pressed into the hood of his car. I’ll think about germs and shit like that later, right now all my concentration was on his monster cock that was trying to split me in two.

“Fuck your pussy’s so tight.” I cocked my ass back a little higher so the dick could reach its target; that only made him fuck me harder. I think I scratched the paint when he jetted hot sperm inside me but that was his own damn fault. We hopped back in the car and I was a good girl the rest of the ride.

I was all kinds of nervous and excited. I don’t think we’d ever had any real serious talks about kids and we were only married for two years; but he wasn’t getting any younger and neither was I. I was twenty-seven to his thirty-three, perfect age to start a family if you ask me. Hopefully we’d have the problem of his demon-possessed incubator taken care of before long, and she won’t spoil this for me.

Chapter 9

As soon as we got to the cabin in the Appalachia I headed for the bathroom under the pretense of having to pee really bad. Which was true since I’d been holding it in for freaking ever. He of course was ready to hit the trail. I was a nervous bunny as I waited the few minutes it took for the stick to change color. When the window at the edge of that little stick turned pink I started to cry. It was one thing to guess but something else entirely to have proof.




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