Step Brother 2: Jealousy (Completed)

Eight

His eyes fluttered open, and instantly he smiled softly. Nothing felt better than being here with him, having his strong arms wrapped around me.

Good morning beautiful.
I loved how he sounded in the mornings, his voice was always husky. It made me smile, because even such a simple thing like that, makes me so happy.

You stayed.
I don't know why I didn't expect him to. He looks at me confused, but then he leans over and kisses my forehead.

Of course I did. You needed me. I needed you.
I take a deep breath, and look into his beautiful green eyes.

There is something I need to tell you.
I say so serious. There is one thing I can't keep from him, I can't look at him, and not tell him.

Okay? You're making me nervous now.
He says softly, titling his head.

After our fight, I took a pregnancy test.
I take a deep breath, but it just makes it harder when I see a faint smile cross his lips.
It was positive.

That's the best news I've ever heard.
He kisses my lips tenderly, while bringing his hand to my stomach.
Fuck. This is going to kill him.

I thought we were over, I really did. I had an abortion.
The tears burst out so quick, that I couldn't even see his face anymore, it was blurred. I knew though, by how quiet the room was, that he was in shock.

Wait.. You're serious right now?
His voice is shaky, I can feel the anger, the disappointment radiate off him.

I'm sorry.
Is all I could manage to say. Sorry. As if that makes it any better.

You killed our baby?
The disgust in his voice was so strong, it just made me break down more.

I was scared. I thought we were over.
...

So, that's the best reason you've got, to kill an innocent baby? Our baby? I can't even look at you right now. I feel sick to my stomach looking at you right now.
His voice was stern, I reach out my hand for his, but he pulled away, before he got up and left.

I knew he'd act this way, but I couldn't keep it from him. I just couldn't. He deserved to know, because of that, I've fucked my marriage up completely. If there ever was a chance for us to work on it, it's well and truly buried now.

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I can't fucking believe her. I can't believe she killed our baby. She knew how much I wanted more. Yet she just killed it like it was nothing. It was a baby. Our fucking baby.

I can't even function properly. Honestly I want to kill someone right now. I won't though. Instead I'll do what I'm good at doing lately, I'll just get fucking high as a kite.

I'll hit up some bar, I'll sniff coke, and drink. It doesn't help, if I'm lucky it might do the trick for awhile. I'm not stupid, I know reality always makes it's way back right now, but I need something, something to numb these fucked up feelings I've got.