The Wife (Sequel to SUGAR)

Fun time

Leah's pov

I slowly sit up from the bathroom floor, not realizing i had fallen asleep. I look around as i stand, grunting. I turn around, unlocking the door and attempting to walk out. Ethan, who had been leaning against the door fell at me feet.

"Ow"he groans, groggy from sleep.

"What are you doing down there, Ethan?"i sign to him.

He stands up, dusting himself off as he spoke.

"I came to check on you last night, but you wouldn't open the door."he says rubbing his eyes.

"You poor thing"i chuckle as i pull him into a hug.

He hugs me back, chuckling about how my belly felt against his. 

"You should get some rest"he says, walking me over to the bed.

"I slept fine on the floor."i shrug.

He makes a face as if he were mentally folding his arms.

"Fine, fine."i huff, crawling into bed.

"I'll see if someone will bring you breakfast."he says as he pulls the covers over me.

"Ethan"i say, gripping his hands.

"Don't get comfortable here hun. We're going to get out."i whisper as i sign.

He nods and i kiss his forehead.

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Ethan's pov

I walk down the stairs, feeling the hum of my footsteps as i do. I walk down, smelling a familiar scent i couldn't quite place at first, as i came into the view of the living room i recognized it as marijuana. I see Jord sitting on the couch with his back to me, a few feet in front of him a mad was being brutally beaten by 2 of his guards. The man was bound with his hands above his head, bloody from the face down.

Jord looks back at me and smiles.

"Ethan! Come sit down with me."he signs to me. 

My palms begin to sweat as i walk over to him. I plant myself next to him on the couch as he smile. He attempts to pass me what he had been smoking, a brown cigarette type situation, but i refuse.

"Come on, it's more fun to watch with this."he signs, beckoning the blunt towards me again.

I huff as i take it from him, making him chuckle. I put the butt to my lips and take a small puff. Instantly, my throat and lungs burn and I go into an aggressive coughing fit. Jord laughs, patting my back as he did. I catch my breath finally and he nods.

"You'll get used to it, watch with me."he signs before bringing the blunt to his lips.

I look up, watching the man being beat. They had gone from using their fists to using baseball bats, and batons. They were hitting him so hard I could feel the vibrations in my eardrums. I feel Jord tap my arm, passing me the blunt again. I take it from him, taking a few puffs and then handing it back to him before going into a smaller, less severe coughing fit. 

"Guess what he did?"Jord signs to me. 

I shrug, trying to stop the burning in my lungs.

"He tried to steal a delivery off my porch."Jord says, frightening me. 

"Your beating him for that?"i ask.

He smiles.

"From where i sit, disrespect is the last thing you want to do to me. Even the littlest acts, stealing, sassing, the works. He needs to be made an example of."he says puffing off the blunt between words.

"You understand, right?"he asks, handing it back to me.

I nod slowly, taking a big drag of the smoke this time, growing used to the sting. Jord chuckles, hitting my shoulder in a playful manor. The room was beginning to swirl, and my body was feeling as if it were floating in water. I sit back on the couch, shocked by the sudden change in feelings.

"Aim for the ribs you idiot."I read off Jord's lips.

Then one of the man rams a baseball bat into the man's rib cage.

"Splendid!"I read his lips again as he passes me the blunt once more. 

"So, Ethan. Tell me about you, son."he says, crossing his leg over the other and facing me.

"What about?"i ask, slurring. 

"Girlfriends, boyfriends, hobbies, as a matter fact, when was your first time?"he asks.

"My first time what?"i ask. 

He drops his jaw.

"Unbelievable."he says.

"What?!"i ask.

"You mean to tell me, that your 19 years old and you haven't wet your willy?"he asks, sitting up as if this were an important conversation.

"Wet my what?"

"Oh Christ. That's got to change. I've got to change that. That is absurd."he says standing up. 

Genuinely confused, i stand and follow him. He was speaking as he walked, but with his back to me i couldn't read his lips.

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Leah's pov

I sit in bed, thinking. If only Sugar were here. Sugar would fix everything. I rub over my pregnant belly and smile.

"At least i have you."i whisper to it.

There's a knock on my door and I perk my head up. Jord enters the room with a plate of food. I try not to make eye contact with him.

"I was told banana pancakes are your favorite."he says pulling a bed tray out from under the bed.  

He places it gently over my legs and then places the food on the tray. He chuckles as he notices me avoiding eye contact.

"Darling?"he asks.

I glance up at him and then back down at the food. He walks over, pressing his finger against the underside of my chin, pushing my face up. As he brings up my face, he chases my lips to meet his. He presses a soft kiss against my lips that makes me blush and pull away. He smiles as he stands straight. 

"I've gotten you a gift."he smiles.

"A gift?"i say, picking up my fork.

"I think, you'll like it"he nods as he walks back over towards the door.

"Come downstairs when you're ready"he says before exiting the room. 

I bite the inside of my cheek as i pick at the pancakes on my plate. A gift, what does a psycho buy a pregnant hostage? 

"An abortion elixir"i instantly think to myself.

I shiver at the thought.

How's it going with the riddle? Did i mike it to difficult?