I highly recommend reading The Perfect Doll first. If you don't, you'll be confused.
"Forest is asleep," Liam whispered. He smirked and kissed me. I happily kissed back. He climbed on top of me, sliding my shirt off.
But as he unbuttoned his pants, all I could see was Peter. I panicked and pushed his off.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed. I hugged myself, letting my hair cover my face. Tears fell down my cheeks.
"Whenever you're ready..." Liam said.
"I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault."
"I'm broken."
"Don't say that."
I started sobbing. Liam pulled me towards him, stroking my hair. I knew that, even if Liam said he didn't care, he secretly did.
He was a 29 year old that hadn't had sex in 5 years. And he was married. He was a married man and his wife wouldn't have sex with him. All because of one stupid guy that still haunted her.
"I love you, Daisy."
"I love you, too."
Peter
Daisy was still as beautiful as the day I had met her. Of course, her stomach wasn't caved in anymore and her cheek bones weren't popping out of her face. I was glad she was getting the food she needed. I have to admit, I didn't really feed her while she was with me.
But one thing had changed with her. Five years ago, her stomach started to grow. I thought that she was just gaining a lot of weight at first, but it became clear that it wasn't just fat. It was a child.
Daisy had a baby girl. My baby. Her eyes were blue like mine, but she had the same face as her mother. She had the same long dark hair, too. She had bangs, though. And her skin was pale. It made my heart melt every time I looked at her.
Her name was Forest, I had learned. Forest was such a beautiful name. When Daisy had given birth, I was there. Well, not really, but I was outside of the hospital. And I got to see Daisy's beautiful face through the window.
On Friday, I would make myself known. Liam would be going out of town for a week. Plus, Daisy got off of work early and Forest was going into winter break. It was perfect.
I just had to wait another day. And then I would be able to touch Daisy's soft skin. I would get to hold my child. I would finally tell her who her real dad was.
I had almost went inside the house the other day. Daisy was only wrapped in a white towel. Her body was dripping with water. And I wanted to go in there and tell her how much I had missed her. I would tell her how much I loved her as I fucked her. And then she would come home with me.
This time around, I would change my methods. I wouldn't beat her as much as I did the first time. But I would obviously have to punish her sometimes. Hopefully Forest would be more obedient than her mother. It was one thing I hated about Daisy. I didn't want to hurt Forest, but I would if I have to.
One thought made my blood boil. Was Liam touching my girl? What made me even angrier was the fact that she married him. He took her away from me. The one she loved! And she married him? Our daughter was calling him dad instead of me!
I took a deep breath to calm myself down. I just had to remember that I would be with her soon.
And that's when I saw her. There was no mistaking her. Her pale blonde hair. Those big brown eyes. Her petite body.
Dove.
I crouched lower into my bush, trying to be quiet. Dove raised her hand and knocked on the door. Forest opened it and quickly embraced Dove.
"Auntie Dove!" Forest shouted. Dove chuckled and picked Forest up.
"Guess what?" Dove asked.
"What?!"
"I brought you something special!"
Dove pulled out a rainbow lollipop. Forest let out a small giggle and snatched the lollipop. So my baby liked candy. Good to note.
I could use Dove as blackmail.
Everything was turning out so perfect. I took it as a sign that the universe wanted this to happen.
I smiled at the thought of Daisy. And how perfect our family would be.
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My Baby (Sequel to The Perfect Doll)
Horror5 years after Daisy was freed and after she gave birth, Peter is back in town. But he made a few changes to himself to avoid police. Daisy is married to Liam, and as far as Forest is concerned, he is her dad. But no matter how happy Daisy is, Peter...