All Chapters of Vegas Hangover: A Husband and a baby: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

MIRANDA Lunch went as well as possible. It didn't end with me jumping on the table and killing my cow of a mother, nor did I poison her plate as I so badly wanted to. On the contrary, we all talked about nonsense. Gradually during that lunch, Emile, since the inquisition made by Marlon's parents in the living room, his half-sister and my half-sister, started to loosen up, putting her shyness aside and joining in an animated conversation between me and Mrs. Sarah, who insisted I call her Mom. Manuela made no point of joining the conversation; actually, she locked herself in an appreciative silence between herself and her wine. Every time I looked at Emile, I remembered that she had almost caught her half-siblings... Man, that was tying my brain in a knot; this situation was bizarre. Things like this should be limited only to unfunny sitcoms. But no. It was real. There, talking about her private school, was a copy of Amanda at sixteen, straight honey-blonde hair, greenish eyes, b

NESSIEOkay, everything is fine.There is nothing to worry about.Really, just breathe deeply and relax, and tell the truth—I advised myself mentally, seeing the faces of my mother, father, brother, and cousin.And of course, some nephews, all staring at me with very wide eyes.First of all, they are wrong to look at me like that; after all, it is their fault for not knocking on the door and simply entering the house without any permission!It was also my fault for not locking the damn door, but in my defense, the man who was holding me firmly in his arms while he slept peacefully, having no idea what was happening, didn't give me any chance to lock the door!Memories of last night came to mind. I was watching my favorite series, The Big Bang Theory, after having taken a pleasant shower, washing away all the tiredness from work. I put on a cotton tank top and a very old flannel short, made my popcorn with butter and my strawberry juice, and stretched out on my sofa ready to binge-watc

MIRANDA His hands held my waist, coordinating the slow rhythm in which I rode him. It was already the fifth time we had sex since I accepted the crazy deal. This time slower and more controlled than the frantic pace we had been going. I wanted him to fuck me hard and rough like he had done, leaving my thighs sore, but apparently he recovered his reason, and murmuring that I was the mother of his child we should go slow, right on my turn to control the pace, because I was irritated we had to go slow. I wanted to punch him in the face again, but I was too busy feeling pleasure. I bit my lips with the sensation of feeling every inch of his penis entering and leaving, hitting that G-spot that made my eyes roll back. I slipped my arms under his armpits and ground my hips over his dick a little faster. Fortunately he allowed it, maybe because he knew I was as close to my climax as he was to his. Beads of sweat trickled down my back as he sucked on my neck and thrust faster. I felt my

MIRANDA Marlon's courage and willingness to face my father were commendable. I just hoped he would still be thinking that way when it was all over. My hands were cold, sweaty with nervousness. It reminded me of the first time I went to the principal's office, the conflicting feelings, the anxieties, the paranoia. I wished there would be no intrigue between my husband and my father, and if by some miracle they got along, I would do something good this day. Promising silently, I gathered courage and opened the door. I entered the house quietly. It was unusual on a Saturday afternoon for the house to be so quiet. I glued my index finger to my mouth indicating for Marlon to be quiet, but at that exact moment, my husband stepped on a rubber bone. The noise, although not loud enough to alert the entire house of visitors, was enough for the black-haired Doberman with brown spots to appear at the top of the stairs in a matter of seconds and growl low, his dark brown eyes fixed on the str

MIRANDA I spun the engagement ring on my finger to direct my nervousness toward something. I looked at the street as if my husband and my father would materialize there on the sidewalk. Obviously that didn't happen. On the contrary, a sweaty and slightly panting Amanda appeared dressed in running clothes. I feel my body go stiff. Since catching her, I haven't been in contact with her; in fact, I ignored her as much as I could. Would it be childish if I left right now through the back doors, jumped the neighbor's wall, and ran until I found a taxi? Okay, it wouldn't be a good time to run away. I had to be brave for Marlon, who didn't hesitate to meet my father; I couldn't let him down by abandoning him in the wolf's den. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, and took one last look at the two rings that reminded me of my current marital status. "Mira?" my sister's disbelieving whisper made me look in her direction. I swallowed hard seeing the uncertainty, and her swollen