Chapter 2

Six Years Earlier

Deb O’Dell

“I’m What?”

“Pregnant, Deb. You are going to have a baby.”

“Doctor, I don’t want to have a baby yet!”

“Well you are, in about seven months, that is. You’ve said that you’ve missed one period and you’re going to miss the one that would have started in a few more days.”

“Shit.”

“You and your husband don’t want children?”

“Yes, but we planned to wait for a few more years.

Damn! I had managed to talk Paul into waiting a few years for kids. I never wanted to have any. The idea of getting fat and waddling around and the pain of giving birth was not my idea of the good life I wanted with Paul.

Besides that, I had been fucking around on Paul with one of the guys at work. Paul had been traveling for work and I was lonely and after work one day, I was out with some of my girlfriends and met Ryan. He was cute and charming and had a huge dick. I figured Paul would never know and since he wasn’t there to take care of my needs, oh well. I guess Ryan took more care of my needs than I wanted.

I called him and told him the problem. He got pissed at me.

“You’re not on the pill?”

“No! I can’t take them, they mess with my body. Paul and I always use rubbers. We make a game out of putting them on.”

“Well I sure wish that you’d have play that game with us. I don’t want to have any kids.”

“I’m sure that Paul will just accept that the kid is his. You have nothing to worry about. After I get back in shape we can start up again.”

“Fuck you, Deb! I’m not going to be anywhere close to you from now on.”

He hung up on me and the following Friday when I went out with the girls they were all sad that Ryan was moving out of town. They had all taken turns with his big dick and were going to miss it. Their big concern was replacing it. Mine was a bit different.

I was stuck now. I couldn’t do an abortion. For one thing I didn’t believe in it and for another if I did and Paul found out that I had killed his baby, I would be doomed and divorced at light speed. Well, if Paul really wants a kid that bad, I’m sure once the kid is born, he’ll do all the really hard work. And he and Ryan look enough alike that the kid should be close to his appearance.

I struggled through the whole process while Paul was in hog heaven. He was always with me at the doctors’ appointments, which I loved. He was always wanting to rub lotion on my belly, which made me horny as hell. A few times I actually caught myself wishing that he didn’t want me so much.

As the big day got closer I was so uncomfortable that I was even thinking about asking for a C-section delivery, but then I thought what the scar would do to my bikini line and figured I could always get my figure back, but I could never get rid of the scar. It seemed that the pain would be a small price to pay for no scar.

When the big day arrived, I thought Paul was going to lose his mind. He was so excited as he drove me to the hospital we almost crashed. In the delivery room he was almost jumping up and down and clapping like a little kid. The pain was so much worse than I had imagined. I had remembered the old joke that Carol Burnett had told.

She was asked by a guy to describe the pain of childbirth so men could try to understand it. She said that he should grab hold of his lower lip and pinch it really hard while pulling it out away from his teeth as much as he could. Then she paused while the guy did it. Then she added that the guy should take his lip and pull it up and over the top of his head.

Yeah. Really funny. But not even close to accurate. I really thought at one point that I was going to die. I felt like I was being ripped apart. Paul was impressed afterwards that I had not been cussing him for getting me pregnant. I guess I should have thought to bitch him out, but since he wasn’t the sperm donor it didn’t occur to me.

Finally the ordeal was over and the doctor took the gooey, bloody mess of a kid and set it on my naked chest. The sight almost made me puke. A nurse finally picked the kid up and was cleaning it off. Paul was in tears, like he just had his pussy ripped open. The nurse came back and handed the kid to Paul. He cried even more. I thought I’d married a man.

Paul named the kid Mick after his dad and Paul after him. Mick Paul O’Dell. The damn names didn’t even sound right together. They also didn’t tell me about the crap I had to push out of my body after the kid. That was really unpleasant. But the worst was when they had the kid start to suck on my tit.

I suddenly had these visions of my tits becoming these huge milk filled udders and the visions of the stretch marks that would cause was almost too much. But I braved it out and let the kid suck on my tits. It always felt good when Paul did it, so how bad could it be. The first thing I noticed was the warmth as the kid sucked milk out of me. The next was the itch it caused in my pussy. I could learn to like that.

Ryan Sanders

I was going to be a dad. Fuck! Why didn’t the damn bitch tell me to use a rubber? It was all I could think about, even as I was fucking Shelly. The place I worked was full of horny women that wanted a piece of my cock. I had a big dick and had been using it to great effect since I learned that a dick was for more than taking a piss.

But a kid. Damn! After I was done with Shelly the first time that night we were laying there. Cuddling was expected and I enjoyed it. I was thinking about having a kid when something that Shelly said struck me.

“Did you hear that Deb O’Dell is pregnant?”

“Yeah. I think I caught that bit of news somewhere.”

“Paul is going to be a great dad.”

“Yeah,” I thought, “with my kid.”

We fucked a couple of more times before I told Shelly I wasn’t feeling well and I was going to go home. All the way home all I could think about was having a kid. On Monday I went in and told HR that I was going to quit. I needed to go back to Texas and get away from Idaho. By Thursday I was gone, but the idea of having a kid haunted me.

A couple of years later, I got married back in Texas and after a couple of years of trying, I found out that my wife couldn’t have kids. She didn’t know and it broke our hearts. For the next few years all I could think of when I looked at my wife was that I had a kid that would make her so happy.

I had to get my kid back.

Today

Paul O’Dell

I hadn’t seen Mick since I moved out the day of the divorce, almost a month ago. Deb had put up roadblocks and my lawyer finally got the court to threaten her. I picked him up at about 5AM on Saturday morning and we took off for the lake. He was so happy to see me that we spent the entire drive to the lake talking about how I was.

Mick was so worried about me. When we got to the lake, I fulfilled my promise to teach him how to cast. He launched a few into the ground in front of him and a couple into the tree behind us before he got the timing down.

The first cast he made that hit water was only a few yards off shore, but it earned him a small blue gill that he released. The next one that hit water was a good 15 yards out into the lake. He looked at me and smiled so big and bright.

Our entire day was spent fishing and learning how to cast and I even taught him how to use an artificial lure and retrieve it at different speed to attract a fishes attention. I caught a really big crappie with my third cast and retrieval. At the end of the day, I had three good sized keepers and Mick had two. We cleaned them and packed them in ice and headed for my apartment. As usual, Mick fell asleep on the way back.

Every time I had to stop to make a turn or at a light or stop sign I took the time to look down and study my son. He seemed to have changed a bit. When you see someone everyday you never notice the changes. But seeing him every three or four weeks, allowed me to note that he was taller and a bit thinner than the last time I’d seen him, which was before the divorce.

It was killing me that I was missing those changes. I remember the first time he complained that his shoes were too tight and the time he complained that his pants had shrunk and didn’t reach his shoe tops. I was missing all of those moments.

When I pulled into the driveway of my apartment, I gave him a gentle shake to wake him. He groaned and sat up and looked around.

“Where am I?”

“You’re at my apartment, Mick.”

“Oh yeah.”

“Come on and we can put the fish in the freezer and see what’s to eat.”

“Can we eat the fish, Daddy?”

“I guess so. That’s a lot of food though.”

“I’m pretty hungry.”

“OK. Come on and I’ll drop the fish off in the kitchen and then show you your room. Then you can get a shower and change into clean clothes.”

“I don’t have any clean clothes, Daddy. Mom said I should get you to wash my clothes this weekend.”

I looked at my little boy as we walking into the front door. I’d thought that his backpack was packed kind of tight. When Mick went to the shower I opened the pack and it was loaded with dirty clothes. There was everything from underwear and socks to the shirts I know he wore to school.

I packed his stuff in the washing machine and started it up when he was done in the shower so I didn’t give him a shock in the shower. I couldn’t believe how many dirty clothes Deb had packed away in his backpack. Was she not doing any wash at all?

I had to get my son back with me full time.

**********Ryan Sanders

It was a boy. The bitch had a boy. I had a son. I found out through the grapevine that Deb had continued to cheat on her husband after I left town. The word was she got caught and he divorced her. The rumor mill at my old place of work had it that her husband was not the sperm donor for Deb’s baby. A few people wondered if her getting knocked up and my leaving were connected. It was, but not the way many thought.

I told my wife that I needed to go back West to attend an old friends funeral. I would be gone for a couple of days and return. She wanted to go, but I talked her out of it by telling her that we needed for one of us to stay and watch the dogs and it was only a couple of nights. She had no reason to worry, since we had been together I never even thought about another woman. I loved my wife more than life.

**********Deb Carmichael

It was the last thing I expected to happen. Well, maybe the second last. The first was that I missed Paul. I really did. I mean I was still not happy that he seemed to care more for the kid than he did for me, but I missed the care he DID give me.

The second thing was to get a call from Ryan asking to meet with me. At worst, I figured that he was visiting and needed a roll in the hay. I could use that big dick again. I was way too far between. When he got to the house, the kid was gone fishing again with Paul.

“Hi, Ryan,” I said as I opened the door. “Come on in.”

“Hi Deb. Thanks.”

I led him to the kitchen and offered him coffee.

“Deb let me get right down to it. I got married and we found out that she can’t have kids. She wants a kid in the worst way and I figured that since I had a son, and since I hear through the grapevine that you don’t want the boy. I would like to take him off your hands for you.”

WOW! My brain just shot off sparks. I could get the kid out of my life. Get him out of Paul’s life and then I could try to get Paul back interested in me and not the kid.

“What is your plan, Ryan?”

“Well, I figure that you introduce me to the boy as his real father and I take him back home with me. Then I have a lawyer contact you with paperwork to give up your parental rights to my wife and me. He is out of your hair and my wife and I have a family with a son that is really mine.”

I thought about it for about a half a second.

“OK. But I have a three conditions.”

“I figured you would.”

“It won’t be so horrible. First, you don’t tell me where you live. If I don’t know I can’t tell Paul.”

“That’s no problem.”

“Second, I want money. I think the kid should be worth about... $5000.”

“$5000? That’s a little stiff.”

“That’s the price. You get the kid and I don’t’ have to walk away with nothing.”

“OK, I can do that.”

“Third, I need you to fuck me again.”

“No.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that. I want my son, but not at the price of losing my wife.”

“She won’t know, Ryan.”

“Yes she will because I’ll tell her. I don’t cheat on her and I don’t lie to her, ever.”

“So if I say the deal’s off?”

“Then I go home and my wife and I continue our search to adopt a baby or two with that $5000 I’m paying you.”

I looked at Ryan and knew that he was telling the truth.

“OK, Ryan. I agree. The kid gets home Sunday night. He and Paul are fishing. He’ll be back with a backpack full of clean clothes. You can pick him up on Sunday night or Monday morning.”

“What’s his name, Deb?”

“Um ... it’s ... Mick.”

“Damn, Deb. You don’t even know your son’s name?”

“I do. Look, I never wanted to be pregnant. Besides he and Paul get along a lot better than him and me. If Paul didn’t pay the kid so much attention, I might have never cheated on him.”

“Still, your attitude seems really cold blooded. I’m driving back in the morning, so I’ll be back at about 7AM.”

“OK. You sure about the fuck?”

“Yes, Deb. I’m very sure.”

“Too bad. I have really missed that big dick of yours. I’ll see you in the morning.”

**********Deb Carmichael

When Ryan got to the house in the morning, I woke Mick and brought him downstairs.

“Mick, I want you to meet someone. This is Ryan. You know that Paul and I got a divorce and the reason is because Paul is not your real daddy. Ryan is.”

“Huh?” Mick looked confused.

“Mick, it takes a man and woman to make a baby. You were made by me and Ryan and not by me and Paul. He has been lying to you all this time. He knows that he is not your real daddy.”

“Not my real daddy?”

“That’s right and Ryan is here to take you to his house.”

With that I never gave him a chance to settle in to the idea. I grabbed the backpack of clean clothes that Paul had brought back and I handed it to Ryan. For the first time in a long time, I picked up Mick, gave him a hug, and carried him out to Ryan’s car.