Hold Me While I Shatter

They were careful.

Her hips rolled over him, cunt clenching tight around his cock.

They wanted to wait a bit.

He had her on the bed and his cock inside her in the span of two heartbeats. It was desperate- this need to be in her, fill her, claim her. He couldn't wait, couldn't go slow.

They'd talked about this- the one thing in their marriage they'd actually agreed on.

God, he couldn't take her moving like this- driving him mad. "Now, Lizzie, fucking right now!"

"Please, please Tommy... Like that...Just- Oh, oh!"

He always pulled out.

His hips drove up plunging his cock in deep. She was so fucking tight. He couldn't breathe from how good it felt. His hands held her tight against him, locking them together as he filled her, marked her, owned her.

They were always careful- except that night. God, that night.

"You belong to me. My property. No one touches my property."

"Tommy? Just say something, will ya?"

He blinked, slow, trying to make sense of what Lizzie'd just said. Wasn't much to say, though, was there? What does a man say when his wife tells him she's pregnant? When they'd agreed to wait until things had calmed a bit. When they both still remembered the way things had gone last time. He'd almost lost her. He'd almost lost Ruby, too. Made a man rethink the number of children he wanted, watching his wife nearly bleed to death in their bed. And she was thinking it too, Lizzie was.

He watched some emotion flit across her features and knew. Then he looked at her a bit more closely. It always caught him off guard- how lovely she was. Like in this moment when there was so much fear in her green eyes. When she had her head held high, neck long and graceful. When he could appreciate the curve of her cheeks and the plushness of her mouth. Didn't know what it was exactly. Didn't know why he was always so surprised when his cock got hard for her as often as it did.

(He knew why. Fuck if he'd say it, but he knew.)

"You're pregnant. Assume you wanna keep it or you wouldn't be telling me." She folded her arms across her chest, like she was angry. But she wasn't. He'd learned, hadn't he, her way of hugging herself. His eyes narrowed a bit seeing it. She'd never done it with him before. Always when talking about rough johns or her father- when she felt unsafe but didn't want it to show. "Lizzie?" She blinked at him, green eyes bright with fire now- to hide the fear. "Not our first go, eh? It'll be alright."

Slowly, like she wasn't quite sure, her arms went back to her sides. She gave him a firm nod and turned to leave. But she'd gotten no more than two steps before she turned back. "If- if you're gonna leave-" His mind went back to that field- Dangerous and Grace and mist and a gun. And then Lizzie- warm and gentle and asking for a walk home. "I don't wanna bring another kid into this world just for their father to leave 'em. I don't ask much, but..." She took a deep breath and he braced for a blow. "Stay with us?"

It was the hardest blow she could've thrown at him.

He stared at her for a long moment. Then his eyes went to the picture of Grace he kept on his desk. Beside it was a picture of Ruby, Charlie and Lizzie. He didn't look at that one. 'Come home to me.' Her voice sent chills along his spine. Her cool fingers ran across his neck. He welcomed both. But he forced himself away from her, forced himself to look at Lizzie. Her eyes said she didn't expect him to agree. They said she was preparing herself to get rid of a kid she wanted to keep.