Marlene

I was making dinner with Harry but I felt so awkward with his ex-girlfriend in the next room watching t.v.

It was the next day and she had stayed over on the couch. She kept scratching her arms and shaking, saying she was cold. Withdrawal while pregnant was going to be a bitch. I was also sure she'd done it more than twice.

I brought her a blanket and she said thank you. "Could I have another muffin?" She asked as I walked back towards the kitchen.

"We're out, but I can make you some cookies." She rubbed her belly.

"Peanut butter?" I nodded. "Are you like a chef or something?" I shook my head.

"Just like to bake." She scratched her arm, the skin starting to look raw. I walked into the kitchen and stood beside Harry. "We should take her to the hospital."

"I called the clinic, they check her out there and have a room for her ready. We leave tonight to get there in the morning. I can't put her on a bus." He suddenly turned. "You are going with me right?" I nodded. "I'm sorry about this princess-"

"It's fine, although I do have to go do something really quick so I'll make the cookies and you take them out in twenty." He nodded.

*

I drove North to my mom's house parking outside. It was about five in the afternoon so I knew she was making dinner like always. I walked up to the house, to hear soft music playing. "Jeff, did you get the milk?"

I took a deep breath. "It's Marlene." I heard her heels as she turned into the hallway that connected the kitchen.

"Oh honey, I wasn't expecting you, come in I'll make a few extra meatballs." I smiled following her into the kitchen. I sat down on the chair by the bar and watched as she rolled meatballs into the pan.

My mother every day of my life made dinner, there was no stopping at McDonald's as kids. "I want to talk to you about something because I need advice, but I want you to be as open and as understanding as you can." She nodded. "It's about Harry."

"He's a nice man." She commented.

"Yeah, he is." I leaned on my arm. "Harry was in a relationship with this woman named Emily for almost seven years I think." She raised her eyebrow but didn't say a word. "She was abusive and would hit him." She stopped, looking up at me.

"Oh my goodness, that's ridiculous." She shook her head. "How can a woman hit a man?" I flinched.

"The same way a man hits and abuses a woman, there's no double standards it can happen to anyone." She sighed telling me to continue. "Well uh she's expecting...a child," I said quietly.

My mom turned the heat down on the stove and went to wash her hands. "Marlene Holt, did you sleep with a married man? That's adultery, and it's a sin."

"He wasn't married, he was broken up with her- I haven't even finished what I need to say and you are already bringing your religion into this-"

"Our religion Marlene, I don't understand why you are so against the church-"

"Because everyone is so fake mother! You all act like you're innocent, the bible says this, and the bible says that.
Now you're saying that if I'm sleeping with a man who has a woman pregnant it's adultery, even though they broke up and she beat him?" She looked angry after I said sleeping with. Sometimes I say too much.

"No it's not Marlene, but it is in the bible that we do not have premarital sex. Now you are sleeping with a man you've been with for what, two or three months! Acting like a whore!" I let out a dry laugh standing up and shaking my head. "Oh yes leave like you always do, letting a man touch you before marriage." She shook her head.

"Believe me he's not the first." I grabbed my keys and heard her gasp as I began walking out of the house.

"Marlene! Get back here!"

"You know I came here in hopes that you'd tell me to have patience and be understanding or something motherly. Instead, you called me a whore!" Just as I walked to the door I noticed Jeff sitting at the stairs with a gallon of milk. I waved to him and he shook his head.

"You're not a whore Marlene, please don't cry." I hadn't noticed I had tears running down my face.

My mom walked over and stared at us. "I don't want you coming over the way you did, you're a bad example on Victoria and Jeffery." Jeff was about to say something when I raised my hand to stop him.

"You know something, I'm an idiot to ever think that I could get advice from a woman like you, you cold-hearted bitch." I opened the door but she stopped me.

"Marlene, you do not speak to me like that!"

"Fine I won't speak to you again, how's that!" I pushed past her outside. I really came to here for a hug and for her to tell me to be careful, but like always I was wrong.

*

Harry

Emily wanted fresh air. I took her out to the street where she sat on the stairs of my apartment and rubbed her belly. "You don't need to watch me, I'm not going anywhere."

"I don't want anything to happen," I said back looking at my phone. Marlene wasn't back yet and it was almost eight. A few people walked past us in the street but for the most part, only car headlights drove by this time of night.

"I'm sorry." She suddenly said. "For hitting you, I was just so angry." I listened to her words as I sat down a foot away from her. "I was angry that I chose you over my life. I felt like this stupid housewife."

"I never held you back-"

"I know you didn't Harry, I held back because I- ugh it's my fault I know. You were perfect and I fucked everything up." She cried. "I'm just sorry okay." She held her belly and took a deep breath. "The baby is kicking." She whispered. "Do you want to feel?"

I hesitated so she grabbed my hand and placed it on her stomach. It was a small patting that made me smile. "Strong." She nodded. "Emily you need to get clean, that baby will have drugs in its system-"

"I will, I promise." The baby kicked hard once more, my heart fluttering.

"Keep it safe." She put her hand over mine and smiled.

"We'd be safer with you, we could be a family." I looked at her and noticed she was leaning in. Before I could react she pressed her lips to mine. I pulled away and stood up wiping my mouth.

"Emily, I don't love you anymore- you need to stop!" I heard someone clear their throat, Marlene stood there holding a bag. "Marlene-"

"I um brought some of those sour candies you wanted." She told Emily setting the bag down. "I'm gonna go." She turned and walked back down the street. I followed her quickly.

"Marlene what did you see?" I asked as she reached her car at the end of the block.

"It doesn't matter, she's the mother of your child and I'm just some whore who sleeps with anybody." My eyes widened.

She opened her door but I put my hand out to close it. "First of all, don't ever say that about yourself, I mean it. Second of all, yes she's the mother of my child but I don't care about her anymore, I care about you. If I cared about her I would have let her stay with me and tried to work out our relationship but the only thing I can think about is the fact that I really don't want to lose you." She looked down and shook her head.

"Please just get her away from me, I was nice for the sake of that baby but I want to hit her for kissing you. So please just get her out of here." She began crying.

"I will baby, come here." I hugged her. "I need to make a call."

*

As I packed up Emily's bag she glared at Marlene. "So you're having someone pick me up because she won't let you drive me!"

"We were both trying to be adults and then you kissed me when I told you I didn't want anything like that with you. They sent someone and that person will take you to the rehab center." She cried as my phone rang and I answered. "Hello? Yes, we'll be right down."

"You better hope and pray to god that nothing happens to this baby-"

"Shut up and get your shit!" My voice boomed through the apartment.

After I thanked the man and she drove off I stood there in the dark sidewalk and thought about what she said. I felt tears falling until a pair of arms came behind me. "I went to see my mom," Marlene said quietly. "She said I'm a whore for sleeping with you and basically a homewrecker." She sniffled.

"You're not, you're perfect and kind. Sleeping with someone you love isn't wrong. I love you." She sniffled. "I need to sleep."

"I need food." She whispered. I turned around and walked us back up the stairs to my place where she ate dinner in silence. It was a comfortable silence and then Marlene began to cry. She told me everything that happened and it angered me.

I knew her mother was religious but to go as far as calling your daughter a whore seemed like a bit much. "Your relationship with your mother, it's always been rocky?"

She nodded. "She constantly wants me to act in a certain way. She gets upset when I think or speak freely." She stood taking her plate to the sink. "I try you know, but I'm not perfect."

"You're perfect for me," I mumbled to myself. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders.

"Thank you."

*

Marlene

It had been a month without talking to my mom. June was almost a week and a half in and work was pretty chill for the most part.

Harry was doing a lot better at handling stress. It may have to do with me coming into his office every Wednesday to suck him off under the desk.

Today I sat on a ferry boat alone, at least for right now. I felt someone sit beside me and clear their throat. "Marlene."

"Hi, dad." I turned to him. "I missed you." He put his arm around me and hugged me. "Thanks for meeting me here, I know how much you love these things." He chuckled. "Did you catch the game? Cubs versus Mets?"

"I did kid but I want to talk to you about something else." It wasn't good when my dad wanted to talk about personal stuff. "What's going on with you and Harry, your mother's bad at details."

I sighed explaining the whole situation from the beginning. Unlike my mom, he actually listened. "I love him, and I've never felt this way. Despite the circumstances our relationship is amazing. And it's not like he wants to abandon his child, he told me the other night at dinner that he would be devastated if it turned out the baby wasn't his after all."

"Yeah well, Marlene where does this put you in his life?" He asked.

"I'm his girlfriend, and he'd be a single father who has every right to have a girlfriend. I'm not taking care of a baby, although I do love babies." He chuckled. "I just want to support him and his life, because he's doing the same for me." He patted my head and smiled.

"Well alright then, you have my support because I love you and want you to be happy." I thanked him. "So where's the baby and the mother now?"

"At a rehab center, Harry checks in every week." He nodded.

We had lunch that afternoon and went to a sports bar for a drink. My dad wasn't religious like my mom. In fact, he only went to church for her. He always said love had comprises and spending Sunday at church during football season was just one of them.

*

I spent my Saturday cleaning out my closet and my bedroom. I pulled a box from the top of my closet and giggled at how many toys I had that I hadn't really used since being with Harry. I wiped off the dust and placed it back up on top.

My buzzer rang so I walked out to turn down my music. "Hello?"

"Marlene Holt!" A high pitched voice said over the speaker.

"Yes?"

"It's Amber!" My eyes widened.

Fuck.

Amber Preston was Shane's cousin and my old best friend. She and I had a bit of fallout when I stopped talking to Shane. It's not that I didn't like her, it was just that all she did was gossip.

I pressed the button and let her up. I looked at myself and grabbed all my dark hair up into a ponytail and groaned at how all the little curls around my head that stuck out. I looked sweaty and gross.

Don't people call before they come over anymore?

I closed my bedroom door and thanked God that my place was clean. The knock at my door startled me I quickly walked over to answer it. She gasped and clapped her hands. "Marley!" She ran in to hug me.

"Amber! God, what the heck are you doing here." I smiled big. "Wow you look-" did she get a nose job? "Amazing."

"Thanks, oh gosh you are so sweaty." She walked in and sat down on my couch, wiping her hands on her dress. Amber had a head of beautiful curls and the nicest hazel eyes. Her skin was the shade of hazelnut like her mother. She was gorgeous but just so...ugh.

"So what's up?" She sighed crossing her legs, intertwining her fingers on her knees. It was her 'I have so much tea, sit down' look. She came with her nail tech stuff, probably from her job.

"I heard from my mom, who heard from Shane's mom, who heard from your mom that you're in a relationship with a married man?" I blinked wanting to strangle my mom.

"No, I'm with a man who is having a child." She made a face. "Amber I appreciate you coming all the way from Olympia to gossip-"

"Wait wait! I'm sorry, I'm not judging you, I just want to get the record straight."

"Well there is no record to straighten, it is what it is. Now I'd love to catch up and-" she kept staring at my nails and I knew what was coming next.

"Here how about we talk and I'll fix those press on looking nails."
I sighed agreeing, hey a free manicure.

About halfway through buffing my nails, I finished telling her my situation. "Marlene, you are too nice making that woman cookies." Her voice getting serious. "In my opinion, no man is worth this."

I smiled thinking about it. "Harry's worth it, he's literally the sweetest guy and he's funny, dedicated, loyal, sexy." She smiled. "Don't say anything but, that man is like some type of sex specialist." She stopped buffing and looked at me.

"What, does he have a big dick or something?" This was the only reason I liked Amber, she wasn't a prude like everyone else my mom knew. She lost her virginity before I did.

"It's a little above average." I lied, it's pretty big.

"Like Tony?" Her boyfriend who would send her nudes.

"Bigger, and nicer." She giggled. "You know he's gotten me off every time."

"You lucky bitch." I giggled nodding.

*

After my manicure and Amber left I cleaned up quickly and texted Harry who was at his art class, telling him to come over afterward. I showered and shaved my legs putting on some perfume and lotion to make my skin feel smooth.

I was horny.

It was all of Amber's sexy stories that made think, 'I want that right now.'

I opened my drawer and pulled out my candles and put new sheets on the bed. I also found a very sexy bra and panty set in my dresser putting it on with my robe over it.

I was just about halfway done turning all of the candles on when the doorbell rang. Since Harry had a code to get in I walked over to open it and saw him smiling. "Hi princess."

I bit my lip pulling him in. He suddenly pulled out a small bundle of calla lilies. "Oh my gosh, baby!" I kissed him and took them into my hands to go to the kitchen. He followed behind watching me as I placed them in a vase. "They're beautiful." I went back over and pulled him close to kiss him. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, how was your day?" Small talk and then sex.

"Good, got my nails done and saw an old friend." I began pulling his jacket off and tossed it aside. "What about you?" He began to notice my eagerness as I unbuckled his pants.

"You're in the mood huh?" I nodded. "Why didn't you tell me? Had me talking like an idiot." I giggled pulling him down to kiss me roughly.

I wrapped my arms around him and was lifted up into him. He pulled away to watch where he was walking towards the bedroom while I kissed and sucked the skin on his neck.

I was gently placed on the bed where I watched as he took off all his clothes. I slowly undid my robe catching his attention. "Do you like it?"

His hand reached out running from my leg up to my thigh and over my panties. "I'm gonna fuck you with these on, too good not to." I pushed his thumb against the material of my panties and rubbed small circles right against my clit. I let out a small whimper making him smirk. "You like that baby?" I nodded.

"Yes." He crawled onto the bed to lay beside me, his head propped on his arm. His fingers trailed back into my underwear where he pushed his fingers into me. "Fuck Harry." I bit my lip as he moved fast and deeper, my wetness slicking his fingers easily.

"You know next time you come into my office, I'm gonna have you lay down on that desk with your legs wide open for me so I can fuck you, princess." I felt myself nodding but couldn't think about anything other than his fingers. "Come sit down on my cock." He pulled his fingers away and I quickly sat up tossing the robe and the bra away. "Panties stay on, move them aside."

Without thinking my inner monologue and nickname I've given Harry in my mind slipped out. "Yes, daddy." He raised an eyebrow but I didn't say anything as I sunk down onto his cock slowly.

"So now I'm your daddy?" I giggled. "I've never been called that before."

I sat down feeling full and stretched out around him. "Do you not like it?" He placed his hands on my ass, kneading and then bringing one down to slap it. "Mmm, harder." He spanked me again, a satisfied look plastered on his face. I rolled my hips and began riding him.

"Fuck, call me daddy again." He closed his eyes for a second.

"Daddy." I moaned making a smile form on his face. He suddenly pulled me down and flipped us over so now I was underneath him. "I like when your rough with me daddy."

"Yeah baby, you like that, you like when daddy takes control." He pinned my arms above my head.

"Oh god yes." He began pushing his hips forward slow at first but gradually picking up the speed. He was angled just right where the tip of his cock rubbed up against my sweet spot. He let go of my arms and I quickly wrapped them around his shoulders, my legs around his waist. A think layer of sweat formed on his back, his muscles tense as he pounded into me. My voice began to break but stopped as he pulled out of me, crawling down between my legs. "Harry-"

"Shh relax." He licked a bold strip up my slit making my legs shiver. I was so sensitive already and this was too much.

He used two fingers, spreading my lips apart to flick his tongue over my swollen clit. My hand went down to the back of his head and pulled the hair to get him closer.

I tugged and heard him groan, quickly remembering that he once told me that pulling hair was a thing Emily used to do when she was angry and hitting him. "Sorry." I cried outputting my hands back to my side. He looked up confused. "For pulling your hair."

"Oh it's okay baby, it feels good when you do it." I let out a weird laugh and nodded like it wasn't obvious. "You want to sit on daddy's face?" I let out an involuntarily moan sitting up to bend down and take him into my mouth. "Mm'fuck looks at me princess, look at how fucking beautiful you are with your lips around me." I moaned lowering my head as far as I could and hollowing my cheeks back up. "Come on." He patted his chest.

I was nervous but something about Harry's calming tone made me crawl up to his head and swing my leg over. "I'm not heavy am I."

"Are you joking?" He chuckled pulling me up a little. The moment he began licking up and down my slit, sucking my clit back into his mouth. I lost it, and within a few moments, I came hard. Enough to smack the wall and scream out Harry's name over and over like a mad woman.

I collapsed over and almost fell off the bed making Harry laugh. I, on the other hand, was a hot mess that needed my man to cum. I laid on top of him and kissed him, the taste of my arousal still on his lips. "I love you," I said as I pulled away.

"I love you more baby." He rolled me onto my back and pushed into me.

"Cum inside of me, please daddy." He began breathing harder as he thrust at a faster pace, pushing me into another orgasm. I felt him throbbing and twitch inside of me making me practically scream into his shoulder as we came together. Harry stilled above me and collapsed on my sweaty body.

"Oh fuck." He caught his breath. "Fuck me that was- I ca- you know what just ignore me." I giggled pushing his messy hair back.

"It was amazing, you're amazing." He looked up at me and smiled.

Oh, how I wish we'd always be like this.

*

Thank you for reading. Xx

-k