My baby daddy (baby daddy series #1) {COMPLETED}

CHAPTER TWELVE | THINKING DIRTY

Damien POV

"Are you kidding?! How is that even possible?"

"Look at this picture I took of me and Amber." I said and pulled out my phone. I scrolled through my pictures until I found the right one. Jaxon looked at it with big eyes and took out his own phone. He compared the pictures of Wendy from her f*******: with the one I had on my phone. Realisation set on his face.

"Wow... I... I don't even know what to say, honestly." he stuttered in pure shock.

"You and me both." I answered sighing. 

"Hey, congratulations man! You're going to be a daddy!"

My face fell at that. She didn't even remember me from that night and when she left, her ex had hurt her really bad. I couldn't stop the feeling that it somehow was my fault. I should have protected her.

"Do you understand how angry she is going to be when she finds out that I'm the father to her children?"

"How can you even know that? There's a possibility that she will be thrilled thar her children will be able to be with their dad. You're jumping to conclusions, just talk to her. She might surprise you."

"I will think about it."

Jaxon nodded his head and looked at me with a smile. I loved children, I always have. It's just... You know this dream that practically everyone has about their future? The perfect person to start a family with. I never though that I was going to be able to find someone as beautiful and strong as Wendy was. There was no one else I would like to carry my kids. She would protect them with her life if she had to. 

We just sat there together and talked about nothing special. We put the tv on and looked at some stupid reality show when Wendy came back into the living room. I turned it off and looked at her. She looked nervous. She explained to us that her therapist had given her the idea to write a letter to her ex. But instead of sending it to him, she was going to read it to us and we would understand her situation better afterwards. Of course we agreed and started to listen.

"I dreamt about you last night, the one who hurt me. You always made me feel like I was worth nothing. You who hurt me so brutally that I never will be able to heal again. You broke me down piece by piece and stomped me down so far that I couldn't get up. You who made me fear for my life, you who made me not to be able to trust people. You made me fear people and embrace a darkness that I cannot escape. You took my life away from me. YOU did that. You are still tormenting me today even though this was months ago, you are tormenting my mind by your presence in my nightmares. You torment me when I wake up crying, you torment me when the voices get out of hand and I have to yell at them to shut up with tears in my eyes. You torment me with your mean words echoing in my head as voices. You made me never to be whole again. It's already too late. A plurality of psychologist and medications that do not help, notes the same thing. I'm gonna get better, but I'm never gonna be okay. My psychic chains are what keeps me down to a depth that I can't get out of. A longing for something you took from me. A void that cannot be filled. All this you did, and yet you sleep well at night. I hope and pray that in time people will see you for who you are. A mean and icy person who lives to hurt others. You feed on the misery of others. You hurt, beat, spit and yell at all people who have other opinions than you. 'Cause I guess it was just your feelings, your conditions, your opinions, they were the only things that mattered, wasn't it? I hope one day you will experience the same pain that you inflicted on me. However, I have learned something from this... It wasn't my fault. It wasn't me that was wrong, it was you all along. You man with a terribly damaged psyche who can not feel sympathy for other people. I'm good enough as I am, I'm not going to condescend to ever feel like that bad again, no one shall ever make me feel like that and you know what? There's NOTHING you can do about it. I hope you had suffered as much as I have... If not, your time will come. You should pray to God to forgive you, because I won't."

When I saw her tears, my heart clenched in my chest. I walked up to her and held her in my arms in an attempt to save her from her previous life. It hurt me to see this beautiful angel being tormented inside her own mind. This Jake had scarred her for life. I had researched her. No, not in a stalker kind of way! I had found out how her parents treated her and how Jake had punished her for leaving. This broken person she now is, that's not who she was before. I have talked with a few of her old classmates and friends. They all described Wendy as a kind, happy and funny person. She always laughed and had fun with them. If they needed her, she would be there, it didn't matter which time it was, she would always come and take the pain away. 

I was so interested in everything she told me about her, sorry, our babies. She really knew a lot about the subject and had made a good amount of research. It's really fascinating this whole situation. I'm about to have three f*****g babies! I really wanted to tell her that the person she had s*x with was me, but at the same time I wanted to tell her at the best moment, it should be perfect for her. The look she had on her face when I had to tell her about Laura though... That was painful. She looked so betrayed and I can understand that. I have been catching feelings for her since the first time I saw her and judging by her reaction, she had too.

When she had to meet her at my office, that was even worse. Dear god give me strength not to strangle my wife with my bare hands! I hated her so much for everything she had done! Wendy already knew a part of the story, but not the whole one. I can't talk about it, it still hurts me... Laura have made my life a living hell. She took away the only thing that mattered to me and for that, I will never forgive her. Wendy was fierce though, she didn't take her s**t like everyone else would. Instead she stood strong and fought back, a true fighter that one. 

We almost kissed after she helped me with my taxes. She immediately left the room when my phone rang, she looked like the fire alarm had gone off. It was Jaxon who had called. Of all the goddamn times he could have called, he choose the wrong one. That's my brother for ya!

"Great timing, bro." I answered the phone sarcastically.

"Hey, what did I do?"

"I was about to kiss her." I whispered angrily.

"Oh s**t, sorry man. I didn't mean to disturb you."

"Well you did, was it even important?"

"Yes, actually is was. Wendy have listed me as her emergency call. Her doctor called me and said that she's supposed to be at the hospital tomorrow for her checkup. It's very important that she shows up at those. Her pregnancy brain can easily forget though and that's why, from now on. You are going to remind her and take her there."

"Why me?"

"Does it look like I'm the father?"

"Okay, I can do that." I sighed.

"Good boy, now go get your girl!" he said before he hang up.

Get the girl indeed. Only if it were possible. She wasn't interested in me that way, she coldn't be. Why would she want to be with a workaholic who's never ever home? The only reason I am right now is because she is not used to working with us or living with me. All this is still new to her and I really don't blame her for being insecure like this at first, I think anyone would have been. Sighing, I went into my bedroom and threw myself down on the bed. What wouldn't I have done to have Wendy in my arms now? Her perfect body... She's really sexy, carrying my kids. If she wasn't pregnant already, I could easily do it just to see her like this. Round and beautiful. Her legs around my waist. Oh, no... I knew where my thoughts were going, because I could feel my c**k growing in my underpants. I knew that I should stop, despite this, my thoughts continued and gradually my clothes disappeared from my body. I took it in my hand and started pumping it. All my thoughts were on her. Her plump lips against my skin. Getting to taste her and feeling my fingers working their way into her wet p***y. She was extremely tight last time we had s*x and now that she hasn't had s*x in a long time, she should be even tighter. Oh, just the thought of getting my c**k into her slowly, made my d**k jerk. To penetrate into her and fill all her inner corners. Able to feel her p***y squeezing my c**k inside her and pumping me on all the c*m I had. To hear her call me daddy... Yeah, I had daddy's fantasies. I am dominant in the bedroom and preferred my submissive partners to call me that. However, no one had done as I said and actually made me come properly. It has mostly been small squirt and never that really big orgasm that shakes you completely. I wonder if Wendy would manage to fulfill my demands and make me unleash in her. The thought of it made me jerk off faster and I groaned low. I imagined I could hear Wendy's moaning. She begged me to f**k her hard and deep. Her fingers were deeply buried inside her and she moaned my name, asked me again and again to give her what she wanted. She was a beautiful submissive and a very wet one. Not against me. I loved getting to lick her fluids that continued to drain down over her soft legs. Her big t**s in my hands. Getting to massage her n*****s and lick them, oh what a dream. I began to approach my climax and continued to increase the pace. I pulled my thumb over the top and pretended it was her tongue. My jerking continued until I was right at the border to come, then I heard a loud moan coming from her. I stopped abruptly. This time it was neither illusion nor imagination, I could hear her loud and clear. She moaned from her bathroom. The ventilation made the sound clear. She moaned, and I could even hear how wet she was.

"Oh Damien, f**k me, please." she moaned lowly, but I could still hear her.

I started moving my hand again, listening to her moaning. When she increased the pace, I did too. It felt like we were with each other, she was the one who had her hand around my hard member. Her breathing increased drastically and I knew what it meant, she would come at any moment. I jerked off faster than ever before to catch up with her. When she tried to silence her scream of ecstasy, I sprayed down my whole hand. What a sexy woman! After this "meeting", I only knew one thing. She's mine and I have to have her, no matter what.