She climbed off me and bent down to press a kiss to my mouth. “That was a nice way to wake up.” She grinned shyly.
“Hell yeah, it is. Want to go back to sleep and do it again before you have to get up?”
She giggled and walked toward the bathroom. I watched her go thinking this was going to be okay. I could keep it all handled. I didn’t have to let go of one to have the other. She wanted me to get Wills too. She was on my side. My insecurities were deep rooted and I had to stop letting them get the best of me. Beulah was nothing like my mother.
Beulah
SIX DAYS AFTER STONE’S RETURN, Hilda still hadn’t come back. He wasn’t talking about it, but I knew her not being here was concerning him. He needed Hilda to face the custody of Wills. She knew that. I hated to see the tension and stress in his eyes. The scowl that I caught him with when he was thinking made me worry about everything too. I knew he wasn’t telling me all of it. I only got bits and pieces.
Hilda hadn’t called or returned his calls. He had shared that with me last night. Preparing to fight this without her was his next step, but I suggested he fly to Chicago to talk to her. He didn’t think it would help. She was only after whatever got her attention. This wasn’t about Wills for her. She’d made that obvious with her actions.
Our sex wasn’t hindered by any of this. Selfishly, I was thankful. I woke up several times about to orgasm. My body was doing crazy things. I wanted sex all the time. It was as if the simple act of walking stimulated me so much I began to ache for release. Stone was accommodating and didn’t seem concerned with my new nymphomaniac tendencies. I knew they had to be caused by my pregnancy.
I’d enjoyed sex with him before. Loved it. But this was different. I just needed to get off. It sounded unromantic and honestly at times it was. Sex was all my body seemed to want. Not the sweetness that I had wanted before. I was aching to be used. My face flushed from even thinking about it.
Standing in the bathroom I stared at my body in the mirror. My breasts were tender. So much so that brushing against them made me tingle between my legs. That was new. They also ached from just being touched by a bra. I’d gone without one a couple days in a row thinking it would help but all it had really done was stimulated me further from my shirt constantly teasing them.
I squeezed my legs together and the tenderness down there wasn’t just because I was constantly asking to be fucked, but because it felt more sensitive too. I had googled both things and apparently it was normal and expected. Most men enjoyed this part of the pregnancy with their wives or girlfriends. Stone didn’t even realize he was enjoying that exactly. To him we were just going at it like maniacs because we could.
My hips weren’t wider and my stomach was still flat. I was one week past my expected period. I’d read that it meant I was five weeks pregnant. My body didn’t feel different except for the constant state of horniness. I wasn’t getting sick. I wasn’t having food cravings.
Suddenly, Stone was yelling at someone. I grabbed my jeans and T-shirt and dressed quickly before running to see what was happening. By the time I got the bedroom door open, Stone was yelling again but I couldn’t hear anyone else.
I followed the sound of his voice to the kitchen where he was standing with his phone to hi ear. His face was red and his furious glare was directed at the wall while the person on the other end of the call continued to talk to him. It wasn’t helping. They were only making him angrier.
“How could you?” He grabbed a chair from the kitchen table and hurling it against the wall. There were obvious marks on the wall now and a small dent while the chair lay with a broken leg on the ground. I jumped back unsure if I should try to calm him or move to another room for protection.
“Wills isn’t his son! You crazy ass bitch!!!”
I started to leave the room and to wait in the living room. That caused me to pause. The phone call was about Wills. Hilda had done something. From the sounds of it, that something was terrible.
“I want him!” was his response to whatever was said on the other end.
As he listened his breathing was fast, his face so bent with rage I was nervous. But I didn’t leave the room. I waited for him to finish the call. He was facing yet another obstacle. One that was caused by Wills’ mother.
“Fine,” his voice was eerily calm now—low and cold with zero emotion. His calmness was scarier than the shouting had been. “You do what you need to. Find your happiness. I will finish this.” He ended the call and his phone stayed there tightly in his grasp as he breathed heavily through his nose.
I didn’t move. He didn’t speak and the time ticked by. Although I wanted to go to him and hold him. I wanted to comfort him. I didn’t think would me near him at the moment. He needed space. And that meant from me too.
He hadn’t seen or heard from Wills since last week. He’d tried to call, but the nanny always said Wills was unavailable or not home. Stone didn’t want to push too hard for fear of drawing his father’s attention. As evidenced by his reaction to Hilda’s phone call, today something more had happened. Stone seemed determined and broken at the same time. Whatever Hilda had done it didn’t change that Wills was Stone’s biological son.
“The senator’s wife found out about Hilda. That’s why she came here. Not for Wills. The Senator has begged her to come back and he’s put her up in fucking Malibu. She’s in California. She’s not helping me. Not helping her son. She said it would draw unwanted attention to her that her precious senator doesn’t want. And if I press this further she’s going to give up all rights to Wills. Allow the motherfucker sole custody and she’ll live like a wealthy mistress.”
His voice wasn’t angry now, it was empty. Hollow. His pain was apparent, but it was the lack of any emotion as he said the words that were so haunting. I didn’t believe he was giving up but his words sounded defeated.
“He doesn’t even like her. Wills. He doesn’t like Hilda. He wants to like her. I think he’s conflicted.” Stone laughed hard but there was no humor. “Fucking conflicted about how he feels about his mother and he is six years old. Jesus, he’s gonna be as screwed up as I am. The harder I fight to stop this, the worse it gets. I get a break and then I’m knocked back several feet.”
I didn’t move. I wanted to. God, I wanted to go to him so bad. But I stayed put. He was dealing with it all by talking about it out loud. Telling me was his way of dealing. He hadn’t even looked at me yet. His focus was still on the wall he had damaged in front of him.