wrapped around her waist, pulling her back
against him. Time hadn’t changed how much they wanted each other. She felt the
press of his cock against her ass. Molly closed her eyes. It was too much to
bear at the moment.
“Let
me go,” she said.
“I
can’t, Molly.”
His
hands tightened around her stomach. She took several deep breaths to try to
keep herself under control. It was unfair of him to
keep her trapped.
“Luke
and John put you up to this, didn’t they?” he asked.
“It
doesn’t matter. I want a divorce, and if you really think about it, you do as
well.”
“No,
you’re wrong, Molly. I never want to be apart from you. I’m home now. I’ve
given up work to the boys. I want us to have a life together,” he said.
“It’s
too late. Let go.” She tapped his hand, pulling out of his hold. Summer was
fast approaching, but the slight chill in the air meant they still needed to
have a fire. She stared at the embers recalling the first night they were
together. It had been the first night of many. Once her pregnancy had come out
in the open, David had moved fast with all the preparations.
“I
was going to abort Luke,” she said.
“What?”
Molly
turned to face him. “Some of the girls I used to know suggested I abort the
baby. They told me you’d never do the right thing, and I was best off getting
rid of him. I booked the appointment and everything. I even went into the
clinic and sat waiting.”
Tears
fell from her eyes as she recalled the occasion so clearly. She watched as
David ran his fingers through his hair. “When?”
“The night I told you. That day
I went to the clinic. I paid the fee, and then when my name was called I walked
out.”
“Why
are you telling me this? And why didn’t you listen to your friends?” he asked.
“Because
you want to stay married. I think it is time you knew the truth. I didn’t want
to be married to you then. You loved your first wife more than you loved your
children. Still do, from the way it sounds some days. I never wanted to be
someone you felt you had to keep. My friends were giving me advice, but when it
came to it, I couldn’t get rid of it. I knew, as I was sitting in that clinic,
I knew I already loved the baby growing inside me.” Molly covered her stomach
recalling the tenderness that had swamped her all those years ago. She’d never
be able to abort her child. It was not in her nature. She’d have been a single
parent before she considered giving up her baby.
She
saw the tears forming in his eyes. Her hand shook as she pressed the glass to
her lips. The brandy burned her throat on the way down. She hated alcohol in
all of its forms.
“What
made you change your mind?” David asked.
“I
couldn’t do it. Killing a baby because you wouldn’t want him was not the right
choice. I knew I’d regret it. I loved my baby Luke.” She chuckled to herself.
Luke was a fully grown man, and yet he was her baby boy. “I didn’t need you to
love my baby. If I hadn’t have gotten pregnant, would you have still married
me?” she asked.
“Yes.”
His response surprised her. David didn’t hesitate. “I’d decided that night when
I took your virginity that I would do anything to claim you. If you didn’t get
pregnant then I’d take you again and again until you were. Then you’d have no
choice but to be mine.”
Her
throat felt like it was closing up. “In all that time, when you thought about
it, you never once thought of simply asking me to be your wife?”
“No.”
“You
needed a baby to claim me?”
“No,
Molly.”
He
went to go to her. She put a hand up to ward him off. “I don’t want you to come
near me, David. So much time has passed. I don’t even think I care anymore.”
She
drained her glass then walked past him.
“Give
me a chance,” he said.
Molly
turned at the door to look at him. “What?”
“Give
me a chance to prove my love for you. Let me show you how it could have been
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