Three's Not A Crowd: A Polyamorous BDSM Story (18+)

The Prison of the Mind

Maxwell's POV:

The darkness was absolute, an endless void that I couldn't escape. I tried opening my eyes, but it didn't work.

At first, I thought it was a dream. But then I realized the reality of it all. I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, I couldn't see.

I was surrounded by a daunting darkness; trapped in a dense fog. I could only hear distant murmurs from around me.

I was locked in my own body. A prisoner of my brain. The only thing I could do was listen.

Beep. Beep. Beep. A rhythmic pulse. It took me a moment to recognize it as a heart monitor. My heart monitor. I was in a hospital.

My body felt heavy, disconnected. I was paralyzed. Panic surged through me, but I was powerless to act on it.

"Maxwell?" Sylvia's voice cut through the fog, sharp and clear. My heart lurched. I wanted to respond, wanted to let her know that I was here.

"Oh Max..." her voice cracked, and I could hear the pain in it, "I miss you so much."

I felt a touch on my hand. Her touch. It was gentle, trembling. I wanted nothing more than to just bring that hand up t my lips and kiss it.

Sylvia wrapped her quivering hand around mine, intertwining our fingers. The grip had no hold; no strength. She was weak.

"Max, please come back to us. Please" her voice was a choked whisper, filled with desperation.

And then, I felt something wet and warm hit my skin. Tears. Her tears. She was crying.

God. I wanted to reach out, wanted to wipe her tears away, wanted to tell her that I was here, wanted to tell her that I was fighting for our love.

But I was locked in this silent hell, unable to do anything but listen and feel.

"I have news for you" she said, running her fingers through my hair. That feeling of her fingers felt like home. She is my home.

A long, heavy silence hung in the air. Her grip on my hand tightened, and I could just sense that she was hesitating in what she wanted to say.

"Max..." she started again, her voice trembling, "I'm pregnant. You're going to be a father."

The words hit me like huge waves, crashing over me, drowning me in a flood of emotions. Shock, joy, fear, helplessness.

I wanted to shout, to cry, to tell her how much I loved her and how much this news meant to me. But I was trapped, unable to communicate.

"T-The doctors said that I could abort this baby. They said that my....my mental state is not well enough to raise a child" she said in a broken whisper.

Please don't Sylvia. Please don't.

"But I won't do it. I can't. It's a life inside me. I can't kill my own child" she said, and I felt another tear on my hand.

"I'm 5 weeks pregnant Max. Do you remember what happened 5 weeks ago?" she asked, her voice cracking.

5 weeks ago? What date was it 5 weeks ago? How long have I been in this situation? What date is it right now?

"It was our date. To the amusement park. The date after which....after which you and Xavier made love to me."

She placed my hand on her stomach, and my fatherly instinct could just feel the life growing inside of her.

"It's your baby Max. This one is yours" she whispered, choking on a sob as her light cries filled the air around me.

Each sob was a dagger to my heart. God Sylvia, please don't torture me with those tears. I'm trying so hard to be back with you.