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“I looked.”

“Why? This was supposed to be a surprise,” Nic whines. I almost laugh at her.

“He couldn’t help himself,” I tell her. She slaps at Van before she looks back down at the envelope in her hand. Then, she slowly opens it and pulls out a picture. Now I’m nervous. I wring my hands in front of me when she smiles and turns the photo toward me.

“It’s a boy!” she screams. “It’s a boy. We’re having a boy!” she screams even louder this time. I grab the picture and look at it. Right there, dead center it says it’s a boy. My heart leaps into my throat as I think about having a son. Will he be like his dad? Will I be able to raise him to be a better man than him? My smile slowly falls as I think about it.

Nicole rushes off to tell everyone as I stand still, stunned and unsure of everything now.

“What’s wrong?”

“What if I don’t raise him good enough? What if he turns out like Derrick?” I ask, looking up at Van. He shakes his head before cupping my face in his hand.

“Don’t do that. Don’t think like that. You’re gonna be great, Chyanne. You’re gonna raise the best kid.”

“I’m scared,” I tell him. He pulls me into his arms and holds me as tears stream down my cheeks. What if I can’t raise him better? What if I can’t do this at all?

“Don’t be scared. You’re not alone, Chy.”

Chapter 9

Van

Holding Chy in my arms has become my favorite thing to do. I love having my hands on her, but I love even more that she lets me hold onto her. She snuggles into me, and I love it, like now. I’m holding her in my arms as she takes a nap. It’s peaceful and calm.

I find myself thinking. Would it be so bad to be a dad? To step up to the plate and take care of that baby? He didn’t ask to be here. He still needs to be taken care of and needs a father figure. Why couldn’t that be me? Partially because of what I do and what I’m prepared to do. Kill. I’ve done it before, and I will do it again. Is that really what I want for a child?

“You’re tense,” Chy says.

“You’re supposed to be asleep,” I tell her, pressing my lips to the top of her head.

“I had a dream.”

“What kind of a dream?”

“About you.”

“Oh yeah? What was I doin’?” I ask her.

“You were kissing me. Touching me. You were -”

“I was what? Tell me what I was doin’, Chy.”

“You were between my legs. You were licking me, sucking me, toying with me. You kept me on edge, and then you let me come,” she whispers. Fuck me. My cock likes the sound of that and hardens between us. Chy giggles as I shift a little to keep it off her.

“You liked it?”

“Yeah.”

“You want me to do it?”

“What? That’s not why I told you that,” she replies quickly.

“I will, Chy. I’ll give you whatever you need.”

“You will?”

“Of course I will. You want me to eat your pussy? Just say the words.”

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