"You feel different", Lane whispered as he reached his hand over my waist.
"Your body is so hot... are you running a fever", he continued to whisper at 3am in the morning.
He reached over and turned the lamp on.
"Darling! You're sweating badly, why didn't you tell me?!"
I laid with my back turned to him, panting uncontrollably.
I heard the faucet running, he ran a cold towel over my head and stuck a thermometer in my mouth.
"103 degrees Fahrenheit", he sighed out of worry.
I wondered why he was worried about a girl he only had a fascination with because of his sister. He's only worried about his baby.
His baby-
My eyes widened at the thought.
I started to cry.
"I love you darling, I know your scared but I'll take care of you".
He pecked my lips and walked back to the bathroom looking for something in the cabinet.
I felt my belly and immediately jerked my hand away. I was bloated and I felt something.
Lance pulled out a pregnancy test, "I'll help you get to the bathroom", he extended his hand.
I turned away, panting once more, gathering the courage to say something.
"I'm pregnant", my voice cracked.
Lane smiled "Are you sure, just by intuition?"
"Mm-", I gagged.
I ran to the bathroom and vomited.
Lane held my hair back "Well, that settles it".
I sat near the toilet resting my head on the wall while my body slumped over, my arm still on the toilet seat.
"Fuck me", I whispered under my breath.
This was my debt to Lacey.
Lane held my waist "What was that?", he smirked.
"Nothing", I replied.
I elbowed him off my waist to stand up and flush the toilet.
Now the monsters were smiling.
I walked over to the bed and gently lay down on my side.
Lane didn't let anything ruin the good news of the child he so desperately wanted.
He turned the bathroom light off, smiling. He reached for the phone and dialed a number.
-"Hello?"
-"Yes... would you like to come over tomorrow? It's a celebration of luck shining on our family. We'll welcome a little one pretty soon."
I sat up watching him. Judging by the way he was talking I couldn't tell who it was.
He blabbered along about a few more things, speaking Lacey's name then mine, but at this point I couldn't bring myself to care.
I tried my best to sleep but my fever couldn't resolve itself.
"Lane!", I cried.
I had interrupted his conversation.
He looked at me and covered the phone's speaker.
"Make it stop!", I cried.
The pain became unbearable. I cried for him, and he hung up immediately without saying a word.
"What's the matter darling?"
I stayed silently afraid of what he'd do if I told him I was in pain.
Maybe my face gave it away.
"I think I know what might help", he approached me.
He put his hand under my night gown "Oxytocin and Dopamine work will with easing the pain and masturbation and even sex could help with that dear".
What a sadistic creep.
But at this point I was beyond rationalization.
It took on 5 minutes before I slept soundly, forced to sleep on his chest after what he had once did. It didn't feel so bad this time, was I falling into a familiar routine.... or was it just a sick kind of love?