I never grabbed something out of someone’s hand so fast in my life. My head turned red with shame, even if we had done it before, this was not necessary. God, he is such an asshole. He was laughing, a sound quite unfamiliar to my ears. I rolled my eyes at him and hid the vibrator in between the couch cushions, hoping that my pregnancy brain wouldn’t forge

His large hand was around my throat before I even realized it. He never squeezed it, he just pulled me to him. His lips were on mine again, but they weren’t looking for sweet kisses now. Everything was a fight for dominance, and though I knew that my chances of winning were very slim, I couldn’t help but enjoy knowing that it was driving him insane. I wasn’t submitting to him.His hand left my throat and instead roughly spun me around. I grabbed the back of the couch before I would fall, though I doubt he would have let that happen. His hands spent little time exploring my body, but instead unzipped the back of my dress and pulled it over my head. The bra I had specially chosen for tonight was on the floor in seconds. And I was standing there in just my panties, while he was fully dressed. I wanted to flip back around, but his arms kept

Pregnancy sure influenced my dreams a lot. It felt like I was genuinely there in my dream, with vivid colours and even the faintest sounds. They had also gotten weirder, sometimes in a fun way, sometimes not so much. I dreamed that I was in a field of large mushrooms. They were towering over me, blocking out the sun and bathing me in darkness. I followed Clara’s voice, but anytime I caught a glimpse of her she disappeared again. I couldn’t run after her, not with the baby still in my arms. A night of running around in my dreams hadn’t exactly made me feel well rested. When I opened my eyes it was still dark out, though I felt a stirring beside me.“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” Robert said. He was laying behind me, but had his arm wrapped around my wa

I was already regretting my decision to walk today. It seemed like nice weather and I finally had some energy again, but I forgot what it was like to walk with Clara.  She was squatting over a snail on the sidewalk, looking at it with big eyes. She never really wanted to touch them, though that wasn’t because she was scared. She knew that the snail should be left alone, she just hadn’t figured out that a giant human watching it didn’t really match up with that definition. When she was content with the snail, she grabbed my hand again and pulled me further. That was until we saw a small line of ants and had to stop again.  I didn’t argue with Kiara when she had made that comment, because it was true to some degree. I knew the stress of waiting for money to come in, but my situation was different from the

I always knew Robert was paying his lawyers a whole lot of money, and they certainly made up for that. Within fifteen minutes of my phone call to Robert, three lawyers showed up at my door, putting a stop to the FBI’s plan.  Mr Price was smart. He knew that anything I told him in those fifteen minutes couldn’t be used in a court of law, so he happily kept his mouth shut. We held a silent staring contest, during which I could tell that he was rethinking his entire strategy and approach to me. He assumed that I was a dumb girl who got herself knocked up by the first rich guy she could find. He didn’t take me to be like this, to be capable of having thoughts of my own. The three lawyers were all in their mid-thirties. The one who took the lead was a woman, no older than thirty with beautiful black hair and dark brown skin. She wore a black pencil skirt with