Vicariously Hers ||babysitter x mom||WLW

Ch 9

Absolutely loving your comments, keep it up!! Here's a short chapter until I get more time to sit down and go more in depth

Megan Steiner • two days later

"Daddy!" Gigi bounced up to Shane, her little legs running as fast as she could in order to hug her father. I stood by the door, hugging my own arms. I wish his work trip was longer, I wasn't quite ready to return to my normal life.

Although I guess I can welcome the distraction.

I rolled my eyes, watching as he walked up the driveway barely acknowledging his own child.

"Can't you put the phone down for 5 seconds? Your daughter is trying to talk to you." I said as he approached the door, finally looking up at me. Shane and I got married as teens — and to be clear, it wasn't exactly my choice.

I come from a very Christian city, and very Christian parents. As a child I wasn't allowed to listen to ungodly music, consume any media that wasn't 'holy' and I sure as hell couldn't be gay. So you can imagine the horror when I was 16 and really really enjoyed being with my best friend. So much so that I wanted to kiss her, and eventually I did. My worst fear had come true, I was a lesbian. Never in my life had I ever truly felt romantic towards men.

My best friend and I started dating, her name was Melody. The year I met her was the best year of my life, and suddenly everything made sense for me. My outward disdain for Christian culture and my constant sense of being a misfit. It all clicked. Stupidly though, I became sloppy. My parents checked my phone, and found all of Melody and I's texts. The constant 'I love you's making it sickeningly clear to them that Melody was not just their daughters friend.

"Hello? Earth to Megan." Shane's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Earth to mommy!" Gia mocked, as I realized I was blocking Shane's entrance to the house. Gia wrapped her body around his leg. I walked inside of the house with a small huff, hearing footsteps following behind me.

"Wow, I was gone for 3 days, come back and you're already pissed at me for something." He scoffed, ignoring Gia who was mumbling something in his face. He'd been drinking, I could tell just from the stare he was giving me. I looked down at the counter and shook my head.

"I'm not 'pissed' at you. Pay attention to your fucking daughter — she's speaking to you." I said under my breath as I walked out of the kitchen and into my office. I closed the door, releasing a huge breath.

Shane, the dream son in law for a mother and a nightmare to a wife.

I'd know him since I was 12. He moved into the house next to mine and we eventually became friends. Our parents always believed we'd date when we were older and I'd be lying if I said I didn't know he was crushing on me our entire childhoods. When my parents found out about Melody and I, they started pushing me and Shane together. Forcing me to go on dates with him, encouraging pre marital sex — which is crazy considering their Christian fucking values. My parents made sure to tell me that nobody else in the world would ever treat me with love like Shane would. Especially not a woman.

So at 18, we got married.

I spent the first decade of my marriage convincing myself that this is happiness. Forcing women out of my mind, forcing myself to enjoy his constant sexual advances. Eventually Shane realized that I really wasn't into this, into him. So he started seeking out other woman. I can't say I cared, but my unrelenting loyalty prevented me from getting my own satisfaction in the same way.