The Dark Stranger

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"The Dark Stranger"
© VeGirl 2014

We walk to the car, with Vincent's arms around my waist. Nothing more is said, but I know Vincent is telling Esme where we're going. A smile grates his face.

"What's happening?" I can't help the curiosity.

"People stalled towards them and they had to change the whole bondage-thing." Vincent snickers as we get in his car. "They arranged so the people they met only saw four people come walking hand in hand."

"They didn't try to alert them?"

"Gagged."

My brows fly upwards in surprise before I start to snicker. "Esme is a wicked girl."

"The wicked witch of the west."

'Hey, I heard that!' sifts through our communication channel making the laughter lift my spirit.

The moment I sit in the car, I put my hands over the tiny bulge of my stomach, it is barely noticeable, but I try to picture life in there. It is exhilarating to even think that it is possible that something is alive inside you.

Darkness sweep over us and I realise I've been lost in thoughts until Vincent now enter the tunnel to our secret never-land. I look up at him and his features are barely noticeable in the dark.

As the tunnel opens up to another world his beautiful face is clearly visible again and I can't look away from it.

He turns towards me and smile.

"Will Esme take them here?" I say out of the blue, but Vincent already knows who I am referring to.

"Yes, they have already gotten help from our security-people," Vincent says and I exhale relieved.

Things will work out.

We stop by our house and Vincent opens the cardoor for me and offers a hand to help me out. "I can still manage; I'm not that clumsy yet," I smile even if I am grateful for his chivalry.

"You could never be clumsy, my angel."

I smile.

As soon as we enter our house I am wrapped in his arms again. "I can't believe we're having a baby," he murmurs into my hair before he releases me and fall to his knees to caress my stomach. "Hi there, this is your father speaking."

I giggle as he starts to talk to our baby.

To my amazement a swishing motion inside me suddenly startle me. "He moved!" I gasp.

"Really?" Vincent has his hands on my stomach but the little thing inside is still again. "How long have you been pregnant?"

"I don't know..." I say defiantly. "All I know is that my mood have been giving me whiplash for a while."

Vincent gets in his feet again. "And your boobs have been getting bigger." He cups them with a smug grin.

I am first about to back off and slap his arms, but I stand still and revel in his adoration. "And I am horny all the time," I say to his great amusement.

"Me too." He kisses me and passion flares up again.

Another motion inside me interrupts and I gasp and put my hands on my stomach again.

"Hey there little one; it is rude to distract mommy when I am about to bed her." Vincent is talking to my stomach again. "We need some ground rules here, I think."

I giggle.

Mommy, is the word I'm thinking of and it seems too fantastic to be true. "Mom will be thrilled." I smile towards Vincent and in that moment it hits me that my angelic mother probably won't be in such a good mood.