22. Layne

Chapter twenty-two

Layne

N ow, after moving in, Wes offered for me to quit working, telling me he makes enough to where I don’t need to work. It was an immediate “no” from me. Surprisingly, he didn’t fight me on it. I appreciate that Wes respects my need for independence and understands it. Despite his possessiveness, he recognizes the importance of allowing me the freedom to make my own choices and pursue my own goals.

However, even though Wes may be the perfect husband, I can’t help but feel that he doesn’t fully grasp the complexities of my past and the struggles I continue to face. His idea that killing my father will erase all my past traumas and depression is kind of misguided. Freedom from these burdens isn’t as simple as a magical “poof” or a quick fix. I am scared to let Wes see the darker parts of me. What if he gives up on me?

I find solace in putting on a brave face and dealing with my struggles silently. I don’t want to burden Wes with my emotional baggage, as he has already done so much for me. He has provided me with a safe and loving environment, and his offer for me to not work shows his desire to take care of me. But I know I need more than just his care and support.

Having a life separate from Wes is crucial for my well-being. It allows me to maintain a sense of self and to grow as an individual. I aim to contribute to the world outside of my relationship with Wes. even if it is just working at the indie music and bookstore. I’m grateful that Wes understands this and doesn’t push me to give up my job. It shows that he values my autonomy and respects my choices.

Two Weeks Later

Wes’s alarm goes off, and I peek my head up from his chest. The blurry numbers on his bedside table read five-fifteen. “Ugh.” I groan as I bury my face back in his chest. “Why do you have to get up so fucking early?” Wes stretches, then wraps his arms around me, pulling me tighter to him.

“Good morning to you too,” his raspy morning voice grumbles. He places a kiss on my head. “To fit in my workout before going to work, I have to do it now. Unless you’d like to help me out with some cardio?”

“Mmmm…Well, I guess I could. You know, since you so rudely woke me up at this ungodly hour,” I press kisses to his tattooed chest.

Wes lets out a low groan as I make my way up to his neck. His hands grip my waist and pull me on top of him. After having sex last night, we went straight to sleep, leaving Wes completely naked. I’m wearing his shirt, with no panties. The tip of his hard cock pushes into my entrance and he slips right in. His cum from last night and my arousal make it that easy.

“Oh fuck, Layne,” Wes reaches up and pulls his shirt off of me. “Your pussy’s still full of my cum.” Wes closes his eyes, moaning as I roll my hips .

“Yes,” I moan, picking up my pace, and rocking my hips into him. I meet his gaze and am immediately struck by his blown pupils. His eyes, like precious jade, hold a mystical allure that captivates me. I can get lost looking in them. His hand wraps around my throat, squeezing and I close my eyes, awaiting my nearing orgasm.

“Open your eyes.” He growls.

My eyes snap open, fixated on his. He maneuvers and flips me to my back. “You keep these beautiful eyes on me when I am inside you.” His words make me whimper, and his lips come down on mine. Wes lets go of my throat, grabs his pillow and shoves it underneath my hips to raise them. “We can’t let any cum leak out if you’re gonna be having our babies.” I told him we would just let it happen naturally. If I get pregnant, then that’s what happens, and he is now obsessed.

He re-adjusts himself so he is on his knees, and then thrusts back inside me. “Fuck, Layne. Your pussy is fucking perfect. How am I supposed to work all day, knowing your pussy is going to be without me?”

“Kiss me.” I whimper as the pressure builds, like a string taut and ready to break.

Wes leans in, claiming my mouth. His tongue dances with mine, fighting for dominance. I let him have it. His alarm goes off again, the annoying buzzing echoing around us. “Come for me, Ma Petite Mort , let me hear your beautiful cries of pleasure. I’m gonna need it to get through the day.“ He slides his hand in between us and circles my clit, matching his thrusts.

“Wes,” I moan as I come, my release coating his cock. He smirks and buries his face in my breasts and groans as he spills inside of me.

Breathless, he sits up and kisses my lips. “The best kind of cardio.” He pulls out and adjusts my hips with another pillow, keeping them elevated. I watch him walk naked to the bathroom, flipping the switch on.

“I thought we were letting this happen, naturally. You know if it happens, then it happens. This seems like a lot of effort.” I shout across the open space. I hear his chuckle echo in the bathroom. He peeks out to see that I am still lying down, hips raised.

“That’s my good girl. Keeping my cum inside you,” he walks back over. “I can’t help that I want to see you,” he runs his hand down my lower stomach to where my womb sits, “round with our baby. Fuck, that idea turns me on so much.”

And he says he doesn’t have a breeding kink.

After a few more minutes, I join him in the shower and then we get ready for the morning. I spent all of yesterday making food for him to take to work throughout the week. I also prepared some simple breakfasts that we can make quickly.

He sits down at the island, eats his egg bites, and drinks his cup of black coffee. “So what’s your plans for today, baby? You don’t have work until later, right?”

I wipe my hands on the towel after washing the muffin tin. I lean over the counter on my elbows. “Right, I go in at eleven. We need more groceries, so I figure I would do that. Maybe I’ll head into work early to see if Atlas needs any help.”

Wes’s eyes are on my ass that is sticking out.

“Don’t even think about it,” I glare. “You’ll be late for work.”

Wes wipes his mouth with his napkin, “Worth it.” Then lunges for me.

After coming home with the groceries, I decide to pack our suitcase for our flight on Wednesday. We’re heading to Virginia to spend Thanksgiving with Wes’s parents and I honestly can’t wait. I’ve never been out of the state or even been on an airplane. To say I am excited is an understatement. I make sure I have clothes appropriate for the colder weather. Wes says it won’t be snowing yet, and I am kind of sad. It’s been my childhood dream to see snow.

I carefully fold and pack our warmest sweaters, jackets, and scarves. As I zip up the suitcase, I can’t help but feel a surge of anticipation for this new experience.

With the groceries put away and our suitcase ready, I have some free time before work. I decide to indulge in a little reading. Atlas picked out a few books for me the last time we got a shipment in, so now I am curled up on our bed, with a bottle of water, and my phone next to me. It’s a splatterpunk horror, and it’s so gory it has me gagging every few seconds. Just as the book is getting good, my phone dings with a notification.

Wes: I’m so grateful to have you as my wife.

My heart swells with warmth and love, and I can’t help but feel incredibly lucky to have him. Ever since he’s gone back to work, he has taken time to send me cute little text messages throughout the day. Now granted, they get dirtier as the day progresses. By the time he is getting off work, he is telling me all the ways he is going to fuck me around the loft.

Wes: Now send me a picture of my pussy so I can tell her how much I miss her.

That escalated quickly.

I check the time and pull up my ride-share app so I can order my ride to work. Wes wants to get a second vehicle so I can drive myself to work. At first, I thought it was because he didn’t want me getting in random people’s cars. Which I can understand. But he said it’s so I could be completely independent.

Arriving at work fifteen minutes later, I find Atlas buried in a pile of online book orders. I offer my help. “You want some help with those?” I toss my bag over the counter .

“Dude, Kris needs to slow her roll with the online shit. She doesn’t even have a system in place and we’ve got, like, fifty orders.” Atlas’s shoulders drop, tension brimming in his eyes.

Together, we tackle all the order forms, making progress with each passing hour. We stop once when we run out of packing material.

“So how are things with Wes?” Atlas teases, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Good,” I say, looking down at my fingernails. Suddenly, very into my chipped black nail polish.

“You have your period yet?”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Atlas! You can’t just be asking me that.” My face gets hot, and I know I must be blushing.

“I have been your best friend for seven years, bitch. I’ve seen you naked, throwing up…which still one of the top five worst parties of my life…so yeah…I can ask.” He lifts my chin with his pen. “Is that no?”

“Not yet.” I whisper, picking at my cuticles. A nervous habit I have had since I was a kid.

“Hey.” Atlas’s hand sits on top of mine. “You don’t have to have a baby, you know that, right? If it’s too soon or if you’re scared, you can tell him no. Hell, I will tell him no if I need to.”

“It’s not that, I just don’t want to be like my parents, Atlas. The thought of a little human that comes from Wes and I, out in the world, sounds exciting. I just don’t want to be absolute dog-shit at it. That’s what I am afraid of.”

Atlas nods understandingly, his gaze filled with empathy. “I get it, I do,” he says softly. “But listen, nobody has it all figured out when it comes to parenting. People make mistakes, but that doesn’t mean we’re destined to be like our parents. You’re different. You’re aware of what is abuse and what isn’t. And that awareness is a gigantic step in the right direction. ”

I take a deep breath, letting his words sink in. “You’re right,” I admit, a sense of relief washing over me. “I shouldn’t let fear hold me back from something that could bring me so much joy.”

Atlas gives my hand a reassuring squeeze. “Exactly. And remember, you’re not alone in this. Wes is there for you, and so am I. We’ll support you every step of the way, no matter what you decide.”

A small smile tugs at the corners of my lips as gratitude fills my heart. Having Atlas as my best friend is truly a blessing.

As we continue working, the sense of doubt about possibly being pregnant so soon fades and for a brief moment, I let myself dream about the possibilities. If I am pregnant, I know that I have the strength and support to navigate whatever lies ahead. And right now, that’s plenty.

My ears perk up as I hear the low rumble of Wes’s car when he pulls in front of the shop. A smile creeps across my face. The door opens and there he is. Dressed in his suit, the tattoos on his neck and from below his wrists peek out, he looks absolutely sinful. I never thought I’d be able to say that law enforcement would be a turn-on, but, I had never seen any that looked like Wes. Atlas wiggles his eyebrows and gives Wes a playful wave.

“Heeeey, Wes…..”

“Atlas…nice to see you. Is my lovely wife done for the day?” Wes asks in a just as playful of a tone, winking at me. He cuts across the shop, and my heart skips a beat as he comes up behind me, pressing a kiss to the back of my neck.

“I guess you can steal her from me. But just remember, she was mine first.” Atlas teases.

Oh geez, Atlas has a death sentence today.

“Right. Come on, Ma Petite Mort ,“ as he laces his fingers with mine, pulling me toward the door.

“Bye, Atlas,” I shout from over my shoulder as Wes leads me out the front door, Atlas blows me a kiss and gives me a wink.

With the day winding down, I feel a deep sense of contentment. I feel grateful at the thought of spending Thanksgiving in a new place with loved ones in a few days. I can’t help but feel that this trip will mark the beginning of a new chapter in our life, one filled with adventure, love, and maybe soon an addition to our family. Something I never thought was possible. Wes has been doing an incredible job of helping me maintain my mental well-being.

However, I know that it is only a matter of time until my lungs fill and I suffocate from the dark waters that plague my mind.