Flower in the Dark

“Z, we’re having a baby,” I tell him, even though he isn’t there, I need to acknowledge it out loud.

It's been four days since I left him, and every day I have missed him. As fucked as that may be, it's true. I've been throwing up every morning and eating microwave meals for dinner each day.

It took me until this morning to leave the house, and it was awful. I felt so exposed and vulnerable out there after being inside for so long. I was riding the high of being allowed to leave last time, so it hadn't really sunk in. The whole time I was out I was looking over my shoulder and jumping if anyone brushed too close to me.

I jump when I hear the front door shut, and panic shoots through me. I quietly close and lock the bathroom door, pull the shower curtain across and crouch in the bottom of the bath, listening. I can hear someone moving up the stairs. I put one hand over my mouth and I wrap the other one protectively around my stomach. I’m not showing at all, it’s far too early for that, but I still need to keep it safe.

The handle turns, and I whimper behind my hand. I must be louder than I thought because I hear a familiar voice.

“Violet? Open up, it’s me.”

“Zachary!” I exclaim in shock, quickly getting out of the bath and rushing to unlock the door.

When I open it and see him standing there, I throw myself at him. His eyes widen in surprise, but he manages to catch me, pulling me close to him.

“Zachary, we’re having a baby,” I cry into his chest.

I lean back to look up him. My vision is blurred through the tears, but I can just make out the look of wonder on his face as his gaze falls on the stick still sitting on the counter, then looks into my eyes. He closes the distance with his lips against mine in a scorching kiss that steals my breath, as I freely offer everything to him with my lips, including my heart.

58

Zachary

It’s been six months since I went and claimed my flower and unborn child, bringing them back to my home. It’s been difficult to adjust, her mood swings have been grinding my damn gears, but she is also horny as fuck which makes up for that. The baby is getting big, and Violet is glowing. Seeing her body filling out with my child sets off my protective side, but it also gets me really fucking hard, so it’s handy that she is so fucking horny all the time because I can’t get enough of her.

My over protectiveness which has gone into overdrive is the cause of many of our arguments, along with the fact I still haven’t opened up to her about how I feel. Violet knows that she is mine, and that I am hers, but I have yet to say out loud what she wants to hear most. I have agonized over this, doubts flying through my mind at whether I would actually be able to feel that for her. It took me a while but I’ve come to realize that I do. But how do I fucking tell her that?

Violet is sleeping right now, wearing only one of my t-shirts. She is sleeping heavily, so I slip out of our bed. The urges I get haven't faded away completely, and I still have to feed the demons sometimes. I think she suspects, but doesn't say anything, as my darker times are getting less frequent the more time passes. The conflict in my mind, although over something amazing has awoken them, and I need to alleviate their cravings, so I can focus more on Violet and the baby.

By morning, I feel more human; the demons inside me have been fed and sated. I planted a new strain of Tulip in the garden, which will look great when they are in season next spring. Violet loves the flower garden, and I hope our daughter will too when she is old enough to play outside. I will have to put a fence up so that she can’t get to the stream though, as I don’t want her falling in.

I clean up and go to see if Violet is awake yet, but she is still where I left her, sleeping peacefully. The nightmares haven’t troubled her for months now. She says she sleeps better in my arms, and that even when I was the monster in her waking life, I was not the monster in her dreams.

I pull the sheet from her body, push up my shirt and kiss her rounded stomach, which holds my child nestled inside, before slowly making my way up to her tits. I love how her tits have gotten bigger with pregnancy, I swirl my tongue around her tight little nipples, nipping them lightly. She starts to stir so I move up to hover above her lips, pressing a soft kiss on them as she opens her eyes.

"I love you, Violet," I murmur to her, kissing her gently one more time and plunging my tongue between them.

Violet grips my hair, holding me close to her and my hands reach up to cup her face. I can feel her tears on my fingers, but I know they are happy ones so I don’t stop. She isn’t so big that I can’t take her this way, so I push my rigid cock into her. She is already wet; partly from the hormones, and partly from me. I slide into her easily.

I smile against her mouth, “Dirty little flower, always ready for me.”

She laughs and then moans as I start to move against her, fucking and loving her just how she craves it.

“I love you too,” She says, pushing her hips against mine, trying to fuck me back.

I hold her hips still and start driving my cock into her, hard, fast and deep.

"You still so damn tight, my little flo

wer, even with me fucking you like this every day," I grit out, sweat already forming on my back.

She quickly finds release, screaming my name as she comes, “Zachary!”

Her orgasm combined with hearing my name screamed from her perfect lips sets me off. I keep up the pace and depth until I’m coming deep inside of her.

"You fucking complete me, Violet, and I love you," I pant, placing one last gentle kiss on her lips.

The End