Spark in the Dark

Chapter 40

Shawn overslept the next morning. She had a horrible time falling asleep the night before and then didn't hear her alarm. On her way to work, she stopped to get coffee. She figured she was already late, so why not?

After she left the coffee shop, she was driving down the street when she saw something that made her mouth drop. Juice was walking down the sidewalk in nothing but his boots and an adult sized diaper. She pulled up next to him and rolled down the passenger side window. He looked and did a double take at her.

"Need a ride?" She asked as she laughed.

"Oh, thank God," he said and got in.

"What the hell happened to you?"

"Tig gave me some pills. Said they were vitamins and to put them in his box. I thought it was speed so I took one. What time is it?" He asked and looked at the clock in her car. "Holy shit. I've been out for, like, 18 hours."

"And the diaper?"

"They must have done it to get back at me." Shawn stared at him for a few seconds. "What?"

"I'm trying to decide what's more disturbing. The fact that my dad has a bag of pills that knock people out for 18 hours or the fact that you popped a pill without knowing what it was."

Juice smiled broadly at her. Shawn just sighed and shook her head. She drove away and turned to head to TM.

"You look nice," he commented.

"Yeah, you too," she said and gave him a flirty smile while checking him out. "Wait, is your chest bleeding?"

"Yeah, they stapled a sign to me."

"That said...?"

"Slightly retarded child. Please adopt me. Maybe you could adopt me? Then I can start calling you mommy." Shawn wrinkled her nose and shook her head. "Too far? That felt like it was too far."

"A little bit. And before you say it, no, I will not be calling you daddy."

"Well, there goes that fantasy," Juice said sarcastically.

Shawn pulled her car into TM and stopped by the clubhouse. Some of the guys where sitting outside, so Shawn rolled down her window as Juice got out.

"Hey, anyone know where I can drop off a baby? I thought about leaving him on the church steps, but he's too big for the basket."

"Take him to the fire department," Bobby called back to her.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny," Juice said as he reached the clubhouse door.

"Next time you'll think before taking someone else's shit, won't ya?" Tig asked, laughing. Juice ignored him and went inside.

"I gotta go," Shawn told them. "Late for work."

"See ya later, Shawnie," Tig said to her as she backed out.

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Juice and Shawn were on her couch later that night, making out pretty heavily. They had been watching a movie, but it hadn't held their attention. Juice had already taken off his boots and cut, then he removed her shirt revealing a lacy cami she had on underneath. Shawn pushed his hands away and removed her bra without taking off the cami.

"Damn, baby," he whispered to her as he kissed her again.

She lightly tugged on his shirt and he pulled away from her just long enough to take it off. She unbuttoned her jeans as they kissed and shimmied out of them. They fell back onto the couch so Juice was now on top of her. She hooked her leg around him and he rubbed the side of her bare thigh. He began kissing her chest through her shirt. Shawn arched her back and moaned his name.

"You sure you don't want to call me daddy?" He asked her.

"Why? Would you like that?"

"I don't know. We could find out," he said in between laying kisses across her neck. "Plus, I kind of had this idea."

"What's that?"

"I was thinking one day, once everyone knows about us, if Tig were ever giving me a hard time, I could tell him that you call me daddy, too."

Shawn sat back up, causing Juice to move, too. Her eyes were narrowed as she looked at him.

"So, let me get this straight. You want me to call you daddy while we have sex on the off chance that maybe one day you can use it against my father?"

"Yeah," Juice answered honestly, but a little uneasy. "Ya know, if he was ever being a dick I could say, 'Oh yeah? Well, Shawn calls me daddy, too.'"

Shawn stared at him for a moment. "You should probably work on your delivery before you say it."

"Yeah, I'm still working on it," Juice told her. "Wait, what?"

Shawn leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "Let's go upstairs... daddy."

She pulled away and stood from the couch. She walked over to the steps and looked at Juice. He was still on the couch. His mouth was slightly open and his eyes were wide. Shawn went up the stairs without waiting for him.

"Oh, my God," Juice said to himself. "Holy shit."

He jumped up off the couch and ran over to the stairs. He took them two at a time to catch up to her.