“I’ve got to go, brother. I said too much already.”
He hung up. I put down the phone. I looked up into the mirror, and for a brief second I didn’t recognize who was looking back at me. It didn’t look like me at all. The eyes, the mouth, the expression on the face. It wasn’t my face, but the face of my father. It was the expression he’d worn the last time I saw him alive. A knot formed in my throat, and I thought I was going to cry, but I didn’t.
I didn’t cry. I smiled.
Then I opened the door and went back into the bedroom. I looked at Lacey. It was true. She was different. How had I not noticed? Her breasts were full, her cheeks were glowing with a healthy warmth. Was that the beginning of a bump on her belly? Maybe it was.
“I love you, wife,” I said quietly.
She turned and looked at me.
I cleared my throat. “We’re having a baby, aren’t we?”
Her mouth dropped open. “How do you know?”
“I just know,” I said.
She smiled at me, and I saw a trace of fear in her expression.
“I know it’s mine,” I said.
She nodded. “It is.”
I reached out and pulled her toward me.
“What are you doing?” she said as I climbed on top of her. “Grant, I’m exhausted.”
“I don’t care,” I said. “You don’t give a man the best news of his life, you don’t give him a miracle, and then expect him not to show you how grateful he is.”
My cock was rock hard. Knowing my baby was already inside her filled me with such a passion, such a hunger for her, that I could hardly control it. I put my cock against the lips of her * and they were already wet, already waiting for me. I slid right into her and the look on her face told me something I’d never dreamed.
I was going to be a father and a husband. I was going to have a full life, of love and happiness. I was complete.
I was a man.
Most Eligible Baby Daddy
Chance Carter
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Chapter 1
Elle
ELLE BARCLAY LOOKED INTO THE face of the man she thought she loved. Tears fell from her eyes.
How could she have been so wrong about him?
His name was Gris. He was seven years older than her, about thirty, but the lines on his face and the gray in his hair made him look at least forty. He had a wooden baseball bat in his hands and he swung it down violently on the kitchen table, smashing it in half.
“Gris,” she cried, “please.”
She hated the pleading tone of her voice. She hated how scared she sounded, how powerless she felt. This was the man she’d told herself she loved. She’d told herself she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. She’d told herself he was a good man.
“Get down on your knees, bitch,” Gris snarled. “Get down on the ground where you belong.”
He was slapping the bat into his left hand menacingly, as if warming up for a baseball inning, but Elle knew from experience that the only thing Gris wanted to hit with it was her.
“Don’t do this, Gris. Please don’t do this.”
“I thought I told you to get on your knees, bitch. Don’t make me say it again.”
Slowly, reluctantly, she got down on her knees. It was a position she’d become all too familiar with during her years with Gris.
“That’s it, you worthless whore. You know where you belong, don’t you?”
She looked down at the ground.
“I said, you know where you belong, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“What? Speak up. I didn’t catch that.”
“Yes, Gris.”
“You’re a filthy, disgusting little whore, aren’t you? You’re fat. You’re ugly. You’re worthless.”
Silence. She couldn’t bring herself to answer. Deep within her, she knew those words weren’t true, but there was something about having a man yell them in her face that made her almost believe them.
Smash.
The bat came down on the steel sink, almost tearing it from the counter. Elle flinched, and she hated herself for showing yet more weakness, yet more fear.
“Your mother knew it, didn’t she?”
Elle nodded, almost imperceptibly, but Gris noticed.
“That’s right. She knew you were a worthless little cunt. She knew no one could ever love you. Hell, even she couldn’t love you, could she? Your own mother couldn’t love you, Elle, and you were her baby.”
Elle stared at the ground. Gris came over and bent down so that his face was level with hers. He grabbed her chin roughly and forced her to look at him.
“She knew you were worthless, didn’t she?”
Elle looked back. She looked into those glassy eyes she’d thought would offer her love. She looked into that face she’d found so handsome once upon a time.