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NEW BEGINNING

D ays later……

Stretching, I look for the familiar warmth of my husband, but when I open my eyes, his spot is cold and empty. For a moment, I lie there listening to him in the bathroom as he brushes his teeth and washes his face. It’s been a rough two days. I ended up in the ER last night from all the puking I was doing. Now I need something stronger—IV meds. Which reminds me, once we move to the new house, I’ll have a nurse come administer fluids besides the medicine I’m taking now. I’m so tired of this…

"I know, but it will do her good to be out of the city." I hear Rey speak to someone. "She’s not doing well, I can see her try, but I think her mind is fracturing," he continues, each word feeling like a stab to the chest. I thought I was doing well at hiding it, but I shouldn’t have expected anything less from a doctor of psychology. "She just needs to find herself…" he lets out a sigh or yawn. "I know, but I’m afraid she’s not connecting with the baby. It’s too much. Serena is too young."

Too young…

Is he talking to her again? His best friend and his ex-wife. My stomach tightens, and bile climbs my throat. The need to pee overwhelms me, but I don’t want him to know I’m awake, listening to his conversation about me. Is this how he feels? Does he regret marrying me?

"I don't know. I just hope things change," is the last thing he says before the water in the shower turns on. Once I’m sure he’s inside, and the urge for release is too overwhelming, I slowly get out of bed and waddle towards the bathroom. I’m only halfway through my pregnancy, but I have a tiny frame, and the belly causes a lot of pressure, which affects the way I walk. Rey thinks it’s cute... I think it’s humiliating.

When I step into the bathroom, even through the fogged-up mirror, my naked husband sees me, and a smile appears on his face, deepening the dimples on each cheek.

"Hi."

"Hi," I whisper back as I take a seat to relieve myself, watching as he washes his hair. Then, the small scratches on his back catch my attention. He hasn’t touched me since last night, and well, the movers took everything, and he didn’t lift a finger.

"Rey," I begin to say, but then I bite back my words. He loves me. I’m just overthinking... it’s my anxiety, like my doctor said. Rey is perfect. Rey loves me, and I just need to remind him that I can still be his good girl. With his back turned towards me, I slip into the shower after removing my nightgown, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"I want you," I whisper into his skin, my eyes finding those angry red scratches—some deep, some more superficial. Acid burns my throat, but I swallow it down. He’s mine. Mine. My hand moves down his shaft, already half-hard.

"You feeling better?" he asks as he stops my hand.

"I am."

"Does my wife want to be fucked?" he says, and his dirty words make my pussy throb with need.

"Yes."

"Turn around, Serena. Hands on the tile."

I don’t question it, and eagerly, I assume my position.

"Worthless," the voice begins. "Worthless." No. No. No. Not now. My body tenses when I feel him press into my warmth. "Serena?" he asks, pulling back, noticing my stance—how I’m probably gripping onto the tiles.

"Worthless," the voice in my head chants, and a vision of my husband with another, younger, and not pregnant version of me, bent over his desk, flashes in my mind.

"Serena," my husband’s voice pulls me out of the trance as I feel strong arms wrap around me, soothing my mind. "Have you been taking your medication?"

I shake my head. Yes. Another lie. I wasn’t fond of taking medication while pregnant, but there was no doubt that I needed it.

"I’m okay. I’m just tired," I say weakly, pulling away, sliding open the door, and walking out of the bathroom.

We’ve been driving for what feels like days, but really it's only been three hours, thanks to the constant stops, my need to throw up, and relieve myself. Oh, the joys of motherhood. But despite that, it feels like old times—90's R&B, sunny, beautiful early afternoon, and nothing but beautiful fields.

"Look, Mi Reina," my husband pats my head as I take his cock deeper into my mouth. Nothing like a blowjob during a drive under the shining sun and beautiful fields in a convertible Mustang. My tongue continues to swirl around his shaft, one hand pumping it.

"Serena, look," he says, causing me to stop, spit stringing from his cock to my mouth. I sit up and look at the mile-long gravel driveway we’re pulling into, and the beautiful white Victorian house sitting on top. Lavender planted in a small bed around it, there's a wrap-around porch with rocking chairs set, and a small windmill on the opposite side. Big open windows. And stained glass windows on the top floor.

"Beautiful," I say in awe, using the back of my hand to wipe the remnants of saliva.

"It’s all ours," Rey says as he rests his hand over the swell of my stomach. "Our new beginning starts today, Serena."

I can’t help but smile at his words.

"Now finish what you started, like a good whore," he groans as he wraps his hand around the back of my neck, pushing me toward his cock. I happily continue to fuck my mouth with his thick cock. My lips stretch as I push him deeper into my throat, causing my eyes to water and my throat to contract.

"Asi, mi Reina," he moans, placing the car in park. We sit outside of our forever as he relaxes into the driver’s leather seat. His hand fists my hair as he pushes his cock deeper, causing me to gag and cough a mess of spit on him.

"Asi," he moans again. He’s so close, and suddenly, a bang from behind the car startles us.

"I’m sorry to interrupt," a deep voice causes me to jump up, and my husband quickly tucks himself back in. My plump lips are probably more swollen than ever, and I can feel the heat of shame rise through my face as my eyes lock into those icy orbs. So cold.

"What the fuck?" Rey jumps out of the car. "I thought the movers were done?" The man, younger than Rey and taller, looks at me for a moment and then at my husband. I notice a deep scar under his jaw that moves toward the corner of his lip, giving him this "farmer meets hot bad boy" look.

"No, sir. I’m not a mover. I maintain the grounds and live out back," he removes the black baseball cap on his head and tussles his blond curls. "I figured I’d come introduce myself and not startle you guys later on."

"Oh, I didn’t know we had groundkeepers?" My husband says, then turns to look at me, a little concern etched on his face, but he still smiles as he turns to the man. "I’m Rey Garcia, and that’s my wife, Serena." I give a small wave before stepping out of the car to stand beside my husband, trying not to look at those intense blue eyes.

"Nice to meet you, Rey," the man extends his hand and grips my husband’s. For a moment, I look up and catch his intense eyes drifting to me as he pulls away from my husband and grabs my hand.

"And you as well, Serena. I’m Josh," he says as he brings my hand to his lips.

I can feel the air shift as Rey wraps his arm around my waist, asserting his dominance. I dare not look at Josh.

"If that’s all, I’d like to go inside and show my wife," Rey punctuates the word "wife," his hold tightening around me, "around." Josh smiles, pushing his short curls out of his forehead and slipping on his baseball cap. My eyes find his cut, and quickly, shame floods me. What are you doing, Serena?

"Of course, I just wanted to introduce myself," Josh says, pushing his cap further down, "I’ll be out back, past the sunflower field." He points to the fields on the side of the house. "There’s a stream out back, beautiful water, if you ever want to go for a swim."

I can feel his eyes on me despite my husband’s clear assertion that I was his, and I dare not look his way. It makes me uncomfortable... he makes me uncomfortable.

"Have a good rest of your day, Josh," my husband says as he turns us and takes us inside.