I’m pregnant. I’m fucking pregnant. The words repeated over and over in my mind as I stared at the wall.  Sam kicked her legs which made my eyes snap down to her. It was already past ten and I just managed to get her to sleep. We were lying on my bed with only the bedside lamps on. The big teddy bear was placed by the edge of the bed to keep her from rolling off. He needs to know, that voice whispered. I slowly sat up keeping my eyes on my baby sister. She didn’t stir. Placing pillows next to her, I made my way out of the room. The house was dark but I knew Stephen would be working in the kitchen.

He had returned earlier in a very foul mood. The fact that Kate was still here seemed to have pissed him off even more. After forcing Kate to keep everything silent she left. I paused in the doorway when my eyes fell on him. He was sitting at the table with his head bent over a blue file. I was about to step forward when he spoke.

“I’m fucking getting tired of this Nathan. How much longer do I need to pretend? It fucking makes me sick when she touches me.”

I grabbed the wall when my knees started to buckle. My eyes searched until I located his phone pressed to his ear.

“No,” he said angrily. I don’t give a fuck about that either. I’m done. I don’t fucking care if she’s pregnant! I want nothing to do with that bastard.”

With tear filled eyes I quietly turned and made my way towards my room again. He felt repulsed by me? Did Kate tell him? Is that what they were talking about before she left? He was going to leave me. I pressed a hand against my stomach as I sat down on the bed.

“It’s just you and me baby.”

***

The black van has been following me since I left school. Panic was washing through me. It made it hard to concentrate on what I was doing. My grip on the steering wheel tightened when the light turned red. I was thinking about running the red light, but that would endanger my baby. I glanced down at my stomach as I slowed the car. I had already started to show. The fact that I was pregnant wasn’t a secret anymore. The light turned green.

I didn’t wait to push my foot down on the gas. I needed to keep my baby safe. My car was halfway across the stop when I heard the horn. Something slammed into the back of my car and then into the side. My body jerked forward causing my head to slam into the steering wheel. Pain shot through me making me moan. I reached up to touch the side of my face. When I pulled my hand away it was covered in blood. I looked up just in time to see a familiar man walking towards me. My mouth opened but no sound came out. Everything was spinning and then the darkness closed in on me.

The sound of water dripping somewhere slowly pulled me from unconsciousness. I blinked but I was still surrounded by darkness. I tried to move my hand. Panic flashed through me when I realized I was tied to a chair. Rope cut into the skin of my wrist and neck. The more I struggled the tighter the rope around my neck became.

“I’d stop that if I was you,” a gruff voice said. “Don’t want you dead just yet.”

My body froze. Footsteps echoed around me and then seconds later it came to a stop. Something tugged on my hair. I cried out when my head was pulled back. Pain flashed through my skull. There was suddenly bright light. My eyes were tearing up because of the pain. Someone moved the light away from me and onto something else. My breath caught in my throat.

“S-Stephen,” I whispered.

He groaned. His head dropped onto his chest and then slowly rose. Red rimmed eyes caught mine. Blood dripped from the corner of him mouth. His chest was bare and covered in bruises and blood. A man stepped forward with a gun raised. I sucked in air and then scream when he fired. Stephen’s body jerked.

“Stephen!”

***

Hands gripped my arms tightly. A voice was shouting my name but I couldn’t think clearly. My head felt heavy with panic. The man laughed as he continued to shoot at Stephen. I struggled harder but that only made the rope around my neck tighten.

“Fuck. Alia open your eyes!”

The hands moved to my face forcing me to stare at his body. It wasn’t lifeless anymore. He was staring straight at me. His lips moved. Everything started to shake and then the room started to fade. Thunder sounded making my body jerked. My eyes snapped open. A blurry image of Stephen hovering above me filled my vision. I couldn’t stop the sob from escaping. With shaking hands I reached up and pulled him down. I buried my face against his neck. His skin was warm against mine. He was alive.

“S-Stephen.”

“I’m here baby.”

“Don’t leave me.” I clung to him tightly.

The dream still hung heavily in my mind. I remembered every single thing clearly. Especially the blood. His blood. They killed him. Stephen shifted and then his arms wrapped around me as he sat up. He pulled me onto his lap before forcing my face away from his neck. I stared up at him. His face was pale and his eyes were dark with worry.

“Alia-“

I leaned up and pressed my lips against his. He sat frozen against me. When he didn’t react, I pulled away and buried my face against his neck again. I cried harder. He didn’t want me.

“It was just a dream baby,” he whispered. “You’re safe. Nobody will hurt you I promise.”

“Sam.” I pushed away from him as my head snapped to the bed. The space was empty which made me panic even more. Stephen’s hands on my hips prevented me from moving.

“Alia. Jesus Alia look at me!”

I struggled harder. His grip on my hips tightened almost painfully. Without warning he spun us around. My back hit the mattress second before he came down on top of me.

“Listen to me Alia,” he said softly. “Sam is asleep in her room. I placed her in her bed when I came to check on you. You feel asleep and I was afraid she’d fall from the bed.”

“Y-you hate babies.”

“No,” his finger stroked my cheek. “I don’t hate babies. I just don’t know a lot about them and that makes me uncomfortable.”

I stared up at him. His face was inches from mine. My eyes dropped to his lips. I traced his bottom lip with a finger.

“Y-you didn’t kiss me back,” I whispered. My lips started to quiver when I remembered his words. “Make love to me Stephen. Please. I need you.”

“You have me baby,” he whispered against my lips.

His hand moved down to my neck. Fingers stroked skin as his lips brushed mine. My body was already humming beneath his. It knew the pleasure only he could bring. Warning signs started to flash inside my mind when he tugged on the hem of my shirt. If he took off my clothes then he would notice the changes of my body. Before I could protest Stephen had already pulled my shirt up. I hesitated only for a second before helping him. His bare chest brushed against mine. It made my sensitive nipples harder until it hurt. Stephen pulled back to look down at me. I couldn’t look away. His eyes were swimming with so many emotions. They pulled me in deeper and deeper until I didn’t care anymore.

He was here. He was mine, and that was all that mattered. Stephen lowered himself onto his elbows. His lips brushed mine briefly before moving down my throat. I clung to his shoulders as he started playing my body like a guitar. He strung my strings like a professional. All that I could think of was him. His lips and his hands. The gentle touch of his hands as he traced my body. His lips hesitated at my breasts. He barely brushed my nipple before moving lower. Stephen paused at the band of my shorts. His lips trailed up to my hipbones where he placed small open mouth kisses.

“You’ve lost weight,” he muttered. “It's not good for you to miss meals. Especially now.”

He pressed a kiss below my navel, but then I got distracted when he started pulling my shorts and panties down. Stephen moved down the bed and gently pushed my legs apart. I was waiting for him to crawl up my body again but he didn’t. Stephen laid down then guided my legs over his shoulders.

“Stephen... oh God,” I cried out.

He had used his fingers to spread my sex. The first flick of his tongue made my body jerk. He licked my clit before sucked the bud into his mouth. I tried to press my pussy tighter against his mouth, but he wrapped an arm around my lower stomach. Pulling away slightly, he suddenly licked my slit from top to bottom. He repeated it a few times before sucking on my clit again. I threw my head back as I clutched the sheets. My heels dug into his shoulder blades but it didn’t seem to bother him. A moan fell from my lips when he started sucking harder. He used his tongue to flick my clit at the same time.

Within seconds I crashed over the edge. Instead of stopping, his tongue slid lower to enter my pussy. I reached down to grip his hair as he started to tongue fuck me. His nose brushed my clit every time he moved. After two more orgasms he finally let up. He kissed the inside of my thigh then my pubic bone, all the way up until he covered my body. Stephen captured my lips again. I could taste myself on his tongue and instead of it disgusting me, it only turned me on more.

His tongue slipped past my lips at the same time the head of his dick pushed against my entrance. I wrapped my legs around his hips. Stephen shifted his hips slightly and then he was slowly entering me. Pulling my lips from his, I moaned loudly. He nudged my head aside to gain access to my neck. My legs moved higher up his hips until my feet were locked over his wonderful buttocks. I gripped his arms but then moved my hands to his back.

“F-faster.”

“Slow.”

“Stephen,” I moaned.

“Alia.”

My lips twitched but the smile died down when he suddenly sat up. I clung to him when he leaned back with me on his lap. His hands moved down to grip my ass.

“Ride me.”

It was all he said before capturing my lips again. I unhooked my legs from his waist and placed them over his. The moment my knees hit the bed I started lifting and lowering myself. Stephen broke the kiss to stare down at me. His eyes were dark with desire and something else that made my heart swell. He wrapped both his arms around me to crush my body against his. Our eyes stayed locked as the passion between as started to rise.

My stomach tightened. I moved faster until I cried out letting my head drop back. Stephen continued to move until his body shuddered against mine. My name fell from his lips as he followed me over the edge. Stephen gently lowered me back onto the bed. His lips brushed my forehead as he slowly pulled out of my body. I expected him to leave. He was only here because of the nightmare I had.

“I’m just going to switch off the lights,” he muttered.

I nodded. He hesitated as he stared at my face. Giving me another kiss on my forehead, he stood and walked out of the room. I stared up at the ceiling as I listened to him walking around the house. After a few minutes when he still hasn’t returned, I turned onto my side. I reached for the teddy bear and hugged it tightly. Just as I was about to drift off I felt the bed dip behind me. The room turned dark as he switched off the lamp. Stephen wrapped his arm around my waist to pull me closer against him. His fingers softly stroked the skin of my stomach. It felt comforting. My body relaxed against his.

“I love you Alia.”