Midlife Woes

28. Damon

You should leave her alone now, Damon; it’s been hours since you’ve been at her. This is about the fourth or fifth time I’ve said this to myself, but each time, I kept going back for more. This is about my fifth or sixth seconds.

I can’t seem to get enough of her. Just knowing that she was carrying my child seemed to have triggered something in me, a need and want to be near her, in her. Now, I brushed back her sweaty hair from her face as I looked into her eyes and rode her.

“Sore?” I didn’t even give her a chance to answer before covering her lips with mine. We were both sweaty and tired, and about half an hour ago, she’d begged for mercy. Once I realized she was begging because she was tired and not because I was hurting her by fucking her doggy style, I told her to just lay there and let me do all the work.

That was two fucks ago, and it just hit me that she might be getting sore. But she shook her head and tried to catch my lips with hers again. I obliged and let her suckle my tongue to her heart’s content.

* * *

JOLENE

* * *

“You are insane.”

“You’re just arguing with yourself at this point. You realize that, don’t you?” How is it possible to love someone and want to murder them at the same time?

The first day after coming home from the hospital wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be given his behavior at the hospital; all we did was have sex well into the night until we were both too exhausted to move, and I grew in fear that his dick would fall off from overuse.

But this is just too much. I woke up long after he’d left for work because he’d tired me out first thing this morning again. I woke up and hopped into the shower before heading to the kitchen, which is where I got my first surprise of the day.

Sitting in the kitchen was Sheila and some woman and man I’d never seen a day in my life. “Morning, sleepyhead. I would’ve woken you sooner, but Damon threatened me with bodily harm if I did.”

“What are you doing here?” I didn’t even know she knew where he lived. I mean, I’d told her, but I hadn’t given her his direct address.

“Your man called last night and told me to be here to meet these folks. This is Amber and Josh. They’re the wedding planners.” She looked like she was about to die laughing and I can’t blame her. I’d called her before leaving the hospital and given her the news about the baby, which we’d both squealed about and started planning for the little one the way we’d done with all of my pregnancies.

Damon was there, of course, when we were talking, but I had no idea that he was going to call her to come out here. “Hi, I’m Jolene.” I greeted the two strangers. I held out my hand, but they both refused because Damon had warned them not to touch me. Now I understood why the three of them were wearing masks. He was going too far.

“You’re supposed to sit over there.” Sheila pointed to a chair that was almost at the other end of the table.

“Well, how am I supposed to see what you’re doing?”

“That’s not a problem.” Amber got up and walked to the whiteboard, which I’d missed when I walked in. You have got to be kidding me.

That was the first day. Now, this morning, I told him I was going to head to the house to take care of laundry and some other things that I’d left undone, and he took my keys and told me no. When I said I’d just call a cab or Uber, he said he’d arrest them, and here we are.

“While we’re at it, why don’t you call a realtor? I was thinking you could rent the place out, turn it into an Airbnb or a bed and breakfast, or better yet, let your kids have it once they leave college until they go out on their own. Unless, of course, you want them to move in here. We’ve got plenty of space.”

I watched him walk around the room from my place on the bed, where he’d ordered me to stay a little longer. I’m almost certain this goober has never been around a pregnant woman. I wasn’t even this cosseted during my first pregnancy.

“Damon, sweetheart, come here.” I took my life in my hands and got to my knees on the bed. He walked over and laid me back gently.

“You can talk from there.” I made the mistake of rolling my eyes where he could see, and that set him off again.

“You can roll your eyes until they’re in the back of your head, but unless you want me to cuff you to this bed until I come home tonight, you’ll do as you’re told. What’s it gonna be?” He actually removed his cuffs.

I thought fast and agreed because I knew there was no way for him to stop me once he left. “Fine. I’ll stay in bed like an invalid all day.” You nutjob. He started to leave and I was thanking my lucky stars when he walked over to the wall and pressed a button that had cameras coming down from the four corners of the room.

“What the hell?”

“You didn’t think I was gonna trust you, did you? I’ll tell you what, since you’re hard of hearing, you can go wherever you want.”

“Yeah, thank you.”

“But my kid stays here.”

“Asshole jerk, how the hell am I supposed to do that?”

“Figure it out since you know everything.”

He had the nerve to walk back to the bed and kiss me before walking out of the room. I don’t see what he has to be so snippy about. I’m the one who he’s put on house arrest without cause. I should call his captain and complain, but I’m afraid of what the nutter would do next.

* * *

“Seven-hundred and fifty?Who the hell knows seven hundred people?”

“My Dad, Mom, and me. Why? How many you got?” I just got off the phone with the wedding planner, who informed me that the guest count was at seven-fifty.

“Fifty, and I thought that was too much.” I haven’t had a moment’s peace since I met this man. Not only do I have to deal with his shit, but all of a sudden, Kevin seems to have lost his mind as well.

He’d been by the house and found no one there, then the kids must’ve told him that I had moved out essentially and he called having a fit about me taking the house only to abandon it. Damon must’ve realized from my tone that Kevin was being an asshole because he took the phone from my hand and told him to get lost.

“Don’t yell at my woman, or we’re gonna have an issue.” I don’t know what answer he received, but he decided to go for the jugular. “In the future, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t call my fiancée before noon because that’s about the time I let her out of my bed. You understand.” Then he hung up. Looks like he woke up this morning and chose violence.

I’ll have to remind my ex not to call my phone because, after that call, Damon almost killed me in his bed as if he thought he could fuck my past right outta me. Nutcase.

* * *

“I like this one.”He pointed to the wedding gown of his choice.

“I do, too, but it will show off my stomach too much.” The dress was a beautiful lace column, trumpet mermaid dress with a chapel train in ivory. My eyes kept going to it, but as gorgeous as it was, I knew my pregnancy belly would be on full display in something like this.

His hand was playing with my mound as it always does these days, and I frowned down at the sight. I’m not sure, but I seem to be bigger than usual. If the doctor was right, then this was my fourth month, but my stomach seemed very stretched, which convinced me even more that it would be much bigger in a few weeks when our wedding day came around.

The last two months have been eye-opening. I now know that the other half of my life is going to look very different from the first half. I’ve always been an equal partner in my marriage and, more often than not, had to be the one to make the heavy decisions since Kevin was too busy sometimes. I’m lucky if I get to choose what I want for dinner these days.

I told him he was being overbearing; he said tough shit. I told him that women these days don’t like pushy men; he said he didn’t give a fuck what women liked or didn’t like and that it had nothing to do with us. I made the mistake of reading an article about modern marriage on the Internet, and he took my phone for the rest of the day.

When I get on his nerves too much, his answer is to fuck me blind, so I can’t read shit to annoy him. His words. I gave up trying to talk sense into him since he’d gotten my kids and my friends in on it with him.

I’d spoken to his parents on the phone, but since they were still on their yearly vacation, which apparently lasted three months, we hadn’t met in the flesh yet. So far, things seem to be going well there, and I have at least one consolation and reassurance for the future, and that’s in the way he treats his mother.

He”s very gentle with her and so respectful, but I think I see where he gets his overprotective streak from because his Dad pretty much treats his Mom the same way. I can see why, though; she’s extremely beautiful and does not look old enough to have a son Damon’s age.

She’s excited about the wedding and the baby and can’t wait to get back to the States to meet me; in fact, her son had to talk them out of ending their vacation too soon. I know the reason he did it is because he likes to hog my attention. But I’ll forgive him because he thinks of everything.

We’d had talks with the kids about their feelings about the pregnancy, and he’d reassured them that he wasn’t going to treat them differently because we were having biological children together. As my future husband, he was willing to take on any role they chose since he knew they had a Dad who was alive and well. I really appreciated that.

Kevin had given up trying to get to me since he had no idea where I lived, and I strongly believe that Damon would shoot him on the spot if he tried showing up here. In the end, my family and I had decided to turn the place into a bed and breakfast with my old staff running it.

Damon had taken care of all the details and gotten things up to code to turn the home into a business and claimed that since it was his idea, he would pay for it all. He started giving my kids an allowance, which I knew nothing about until they called and asked if I’d won the lottery because their allowance had been doubled. That’s when I learned that I had a whole new bank account in my name.

He”d lied that he needed my information to add my name to his house and gone ahead and done all of that. Now we were looking at wedding gowns again which we’ve been doing for months now.

“I want your tummy to show.” He leaned down and kissed his son, and the baby kicked. This is going to be one long-ass baby because his arms and legs seem to be all over the place. One moment they’re pressing against my spine, and the next, they’re poking out my navel.

“Fine, we’ll go with this one then.” I know he made the decision for me because he knew I really wanted it but felt too old and too pregnant for something that fancy, especially since I’d done the whole big wedding thing already. Only he, Sheila, and Maeve didn’t seem to see an issue with it.

My parents had been out here every weekend so far since they learned about our relationship and the pregnancy. My Daddy, another nut, had shown up that first day with his shotgun. Damon thought that shit was hilarious and declared that he would do the same if we had a daughter. I pray it’s a boy for the poor child’s sake.