Page 78 of Irons

“No, mom went home from the hospital with daddy dearest today, but we do need to talk. I know you’re close with Melissa, but we learned some news today.” Creed tried being gentle. Morgan was not aware as far as I knew that Melissa was dominating Drakos in her basement of horrors.

“Melissa? I know she doesn’t feel good but it’s just a little stomach bug.” Morgan said.

Creed took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “I’m just going to rip it off like a band aid and lay it out there for you. Melissa doesn’t have a stomach bug, Drakos knocked her up.”

I spent some time in California while serving in the Marines, and I’ve experienced an earthquake, so hearing those words and Morgan’s reaction was kind of like that, the earth may have shifted off its axis. She tried going for Creed’s arsenal because she was going to shoot Drakos, but then the true impact of what was at risk hit her like it did those of us that knew they were having a causal relationship.

“The baby will outgrow her, and she will die.” Morgan cried.

That was my concern right away. Drakos is huge and Melissa is super tiny. I was pregnant once and I knew organs shifted. What about her lungs? How was she supposed to breathe when the baby came to term?

“I felt like I needed to tell you before you heard it from someone else. Melissa kicked Drakos to the curb and he’s devastated. She said some pretty hurtful things to him, and I’m sure it was all said out of fear. Bolton is over there with her now, just checking in and I guess one of the problems is her shame. Drakos has some growing up to do, and she didn’t want you to know about the relationship.”

“Oh my God, I teased her about what happened the night everyone was drugged. I had no idea they were actually an item.” As she spoke her eyes looked around like she was searching for something. “How? How did they even manage it?”

Yep, there she went. Her brain would be in a battle with itself for at least a few days.

Creed pulled her into his arms. “Just try not to think about it and you’ll be okay.” He tried to comfort her. “I learned about it a few weeks ago, and I lost sleep over it. So just please stop trying to figure it out.”

“He’s so huge, and it’s hard to figure out how he does it with average girls, but Melissa is so tiny. How Creed? Oh my God, she was Drakos own little personal pocket pussy.” Morgan sobbed.

I felt Travis squeeze me a little tighter before his face nuzzled into the crook of my neck so he could hide his face. The rest just took off out of the room, but their laughter could be heard. Creed was even trying not to laugh as he kissed the top of her head and held her tightly.

“How is the baby going to have enough room to grow? I’ve seen Melissa eat, how will she get enough nourishment to sustain them both? I already lost Callie, I can’t lose another friend, and I know Melissa would want to have the baby. She loves children so much. I hate Drakos, why the hell didn’t he use protection?” She cried.

“Babe, you have to keep in mind that they were consensual adults and they both knew the risks. They used protection, but Drakos said the condom broke about six weeks ago. Also…” Creed swallowed hard. “Drakos confessed that he’s Melissa's submissive, so yeah, there’s that I guess.”

Morgan gasped then pushed back to look up at Creed. “I made that movie, what if this is all…” Creed put his hand over her mouth.

“We agreed not to discuss that movie, but either way, your movie was not responsible.” He reminded her, and I was fighting so hard not to laugh as I attempted to push Travis out of the room with me. He was laughing so hard I thought he was going to stop breathing. I knew what movie she was talking about and damn if that movie wasn’t explicit as hell.

Fun Times

Travis

Last night I had to take Addie to her speech therapy, so I missed a night with Wrenly. I did get home in time to have sex with her but then she passed out. Yes, I got to lay my eyes on her when she had her interview earlier, but I couldn’t wait to get her into my arms. It was too bad Melissa and Drakos were the main subject all evening.

“He wants to take responsibility, and he does seem to care about her.” I said as I dealt the cards. Valerie was upstairs with Morgan trying to help her with her pregnancy emotions while Wrenly and Steph were there for support. Whatever that meant in women language. Axton just arrived and was eating his dinner as we played poker. He spent the early evening with Drakos trying to console him.

“From what I saw tonight he’s got it bad for that girl.” Axton took a bite of his pizza. We ordered from the Community Center because Morgan had no business cooking.

“I can’t believe we spent weeks trying to figure out how their sex works for Morgan to have it solved in like a minute.” I chuckled.

“She spent her entire adult life in Hollywood and they’re weird out there, they do all kinds of stuff. I think you had it figured out, Jennings, didn’t you?” Creed asked.

Jennings shook his head. “That would be the wife, she’s the weirdo that ordered some really strange porn on the internet to figure it out. Now we just need to figure out the right number to call to get the subscription canceled. They say we have to call to cancel it and I’m sure as hell not the one that’s doing it. She’s the one that ordered it, so she can call. They’ll see what video she watched, and I’d rather pay the $14.95 a month subscription fee than have to talk with someone about it. She just couldn’t leave well enough alone.”

“Did she forgive you yet?” I asked as I picked up a card.

“I’ve been married for a while. I know it doesn’t matter that I bought her diamond earrings, brought her flowers, and cleaned up the mess by myself. She might act like she forgives me, but she’s storing that fucker for twenty years from now so she can bring it up all over again. I’m smart enough to know it’ll never be over. Just last week she brought up the time I tried doing her laundry and bleached her bras. That was fourteen years ago, and this was a lot worse. It doesn’t matter that we were both drugged and did some freaky shit to each other, it only matters that I did some freaky shit.” He took a drink of his beer.

“Yeah, same thing with Steph. She either has an incredible memory or she makes that shit up. Tell me how she forgets Dylan’s lunch, but can remember that time eight years ago when I forgot to take out the trash and she had to do it herself. I swear she makes that shit up.” Granger looked over his cards.

“I swear I’m going to get a journal and write some shit down for later use. I’ll try giving her a taste of her own medicine.” Jennings took another swig of his beer.

I chuckled. “When did Heidi ever do anything wrong? She’s a great wife.” I said.

Jennings thought about it. “I don’t know, but it’ll happen someday.”

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