Art of Dying

16

1979

"Get the fuck out of here you stupid fucking lying whore!"

"George let me explain." Olivia sobs.

"There's nothing to explain. You lied and you ruined my fucking life!"

I grab the bags of chlothes and stuff i packed for her and throw them in her car.

"I never. NEVER want to see your fucking fave again."

"B-but what about Oliver? He's your son!" Olivia cries.

"He's not my fucking son. First you lie about you being pregnant with MY baby, then you make me give up the woman i love, then you make me get attached to the baby and then i find out, that Oliver wasn't my child all along. What kind of sick person would do something like that?"

"George i knew you would take care of him. Of us."
Olivia pleads.

"You better get in you fucking car and leave me the fuck alone."

"But-"

"NOW!" I scream.

Olivia grabs Oliver, who's crying, gets in her car and leaves.

Oliver is too young to understand what's going on.
God...i know he isn't my son but it sure feels like i just had to give up my own flesh and blood.
I don't know what to do. Oliver and i do have a bond and i'm not ready to give up on that.

But first...

I run inside and grab my coat. I run back outside, get in my car and drive all the way to the place i want to be most. Or rather, to the person i want to be with most.

After a long, anxious drive, i finally arrive at her little appartement just outside of London.

I get out of the car and knock on her door.
Not even 10 seconds later she opens it.

"George!?"

"Maddie..."

As i'm about to pull her in for a hug, i stop.

"Are you married?"

She shakes her head.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No... what's going o-"

Before she can finish that sentence i take her in my arms and kiss her deeply.

"George.." she says almost sounding drunk as she looks at me.

"What happened?"

I smile halfheartedly. "Lets go inside first yeah?"

I tell Maddie about how Olivia lied and how Oliver wasn't my son after all. She had been having an affair with some other guy from work while she was also having one with me.

"So...you are basically telling me that we just waisted three years?"

I laugh nervously.

"But my feelings for you haven't changed." I say taking her hands in mine.

I look down at her hand and smile.

"You're still wearing the ring."

She laughs.

"Because even after all this time, i still want to marry you."

I smile at my, dare i say, fiancé and lean in to give her a kiss.

"Are you sure you're ready Geo?"

"Of course i am Maddie. I fucking love you. I have for the past 19 years." I scoff, ready to give Maddie another kiss.

"So we are actually gonna get married this time?"

"Maddie, we'll get married, we'll have children and we'll finally have the life we've always wanted."

"Children?" Maddie says slowly.

"Yes...you do want children right?"

"George, i would love nothing more that to have your babies. It's just, i'm 35 so if we want children, we better hurry up!" She giggles.

I smile and attack her neck.

"Fuck...you know Maddie, ever since we were young, i always got aroused by the idea of impregnating you."

"Really?" Maddie gasps.

"Hmm. From the very first time we had sex that night in Hamburg."

Maddie moans.

"Just the idea of filling you up with my hot seed. Cum leaking out of you. And you getting pregnant with my child. Fuck..." i say as i start thrusting my crotch into hers.

Maddie throws her arms around my body.

"Then do it Georgie." She pleads. She's desperate. We both are. We've been wanting this for so long.

"Fuck me. Fill me up with your cum. Make me have your baby."