Honeymoon from Hell Part I

by R. L. Mathewson

  “I’ll triple it.”

  “For God’s sakes! If they need money, I’ll give it to them,” Grandma said with a huff as she reached for her cane, but Jason wasn’t having that.

  “Chris,” he said, keeping his gaze locked on Mr. Blaine’s, “please take Grandma home and remind her that if she ever suggests giving us so much as a penny again, that I will pull her over my knee and beat her with her cane.”

  Instead of arguing, which he’d realized that she liked to do a lot by this point, Mrs. Blaine simply smiled as her helper rolled her out of the house.

  “I’m not interested in your money or your family connections, Mr. Blaine. I married Haley because I love her and plan on making her happy. If that’s not good enough for you, then I’m sorry, but there’s nothing that you could offer me that would make me walk away from the best thing in my life,” he said, letting the check drop to the floor when Mr. Blaine refused to take it back.

  “It’s been a very long week, so if you don’t mind, I plan on grabbing a shower and turning in early since I have a hell of a mess to clean up in the morning.”

  With that, he leaned over and kissed the top of Haley’s head, praying that it wouldn’t be the last time, and forced himself to walk away, knowing that he had to give her the freedom to handle this situation. No matter how he felt about them, this was her family and he would never do anything to come between them.

  So, if having Haley in his life meant that he had to put up with boring dinner parties, bullshit dinners and uncomfortable family gatherings, then that’s exactly what he would do for her. He’d keep his mouth shut, show her parents the respect that his had taught him and simply be there for her.

  With that depressing future weighing heavily on his mind, he walked down the hallway, took a shower and climbed onto her bed all while waiting for her to say or do something that told him that she needed him. When nothing came after a few more minutes, he closed his eyes and resigned himself to enduring more of her family’s bullshit.

  “He’s gone,” Haley whispered sadly as she joined him, curling up against him.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, turning over onto his side so that he could take her in his arms.

  “I’m fine,” she said, focusing all of her attention on running the tips of her fingers through the sparse hair covering his chest.

  “I’ll go talk to him this week and try to fix this,” he promised her even as he had to resign himself to the fact that he would have to do it without giving in to the urge to beat the shit out of his new father-in-law.

  “There’s nothing to talk about,” Haley said with a careless shrug that he was buying.

  “Oh,” he said, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, “and why’s that?”

  “Because I’m pretty sure that my family just disowned me,” she said firmly seconds before her body started to tremble against his and the soft sobs that she was trying to hold back finally found an escape.

  As he held her in his arms, his heart breaking right along with hers, he swore that he would never let her suffer like this ever again.

  “Jason?”

  “Hmm,” he murmured, kissing her shoulder as he shifted so that she could curl up on her side, facing away from him.

  “Can you do me a favor?” she whispered even as she grabbed his hand and hugged it to her chest.

  “Anything,” he swore, knowing that he would do whatever it took to make this up to her.

  “Put an end to this honeymoon from hell, please.”

  “Consider it over,” he swore with a small smile as he leaned over and kissed her shoulder, more than happy to put this bullshit behind them and move on with their lives.

  “Jason?” she whispered as he closed his eyes, more than ready to put this day behind him.

  “Yeah?” he managed around a yawn.

  “I-I don’t think it’s over yet.”

  “Why do you say that?” he grumbled, struggling to open his eyes.

  “Remember the kitty?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I can’t be sure, but I think he’s sitting on the edge of the bed and it looks like he’s about to-”

  *-*-*-*

  “Son of a bitch!” she heard Jason snap as he stumbled wildly around the room and as much as she would have loved to help him, she just couldn’t seem to stop laughing.

  “S-stop fighting it,” she managed to get out as she was forced to reach out and grab onto the edge of her bureau when her uncontrollable laughter and the cramp in her side threatened to drop her on her ass where she would no doubt continue to laugh her ass off at her husband as he struggled to free himself from the fluffy orange puff ball latched onto his back.

  “That’s it!” he snapped, sounding seriously pissed off, which given what they’d gone through over the past couple of days, that was saying a lot.

  Pressing a hand against her side as she struggled to catch her breath, she watched as Jason’s blurry figure stormed across the room to the bathroom. A few seconds later the sounds of the shower starting and a cat hissing in outrage filled the otherwise quiet room. Before she could catch her breath or check to make sure that he was okay, he was coming for her, picking her up and tossing her on the bed.

  “W-what are you doing?” she managed to get out between giggles.

  “Putting an end to this goddamn honeymoon,” he snarled as he ripped her panties clean from her body.

  “What are you-oh, my God!” she gasped as he buried his head between her thighs.

  “The honeymoon is fucking over,” he bit out, sliding a finger inside her as she lay there, struggling to understand what sex had to do with anything.

  “You are mine,” he snarled possessively against her clit as he teased her to the point that she really didn’t care that he was having some sort of psychotic episode, not as long as he kept doing that thing with his tongue.

  “Jason,” she found herself moaning his name as she threaded her fingers through his hair, encouraging him to continue even as she sent the silent warning that she would be forced to kill him with her bare hands if he so much as thought about stopping what he was doing.

  “So fucking sweet,” he growled against her skin, leisurely licking her out as she continued to run her fingers through his hair, needing something to do while a pleasurable buzz spread over her body, leaving her barely able to moan his name.

  “I love you, Haley,” he whispered softly as he suddenly moved up her body.

  She wrapped her arms around his damp shoulders, spread her legs and gasped when he slid inside her. She pulled his face down and kissed him as he moved inside her with firm, hard strokes, clearly determined to finish before something else could happen and put a test to their sanity.

  She wanted this, wanted him and she was determined to get it. She kissed him with everything she had, gently suckling his tongue as his thrusts became harder, more determined and before she realized what was happening, she was screaming his name while he mumbled, “Thank God,” over and over again until exhaustion finally claimed her and she felt herself drifting off with a smile that quickly turned to a chuckle when she heard the unmistakable sounds of a kitten purring.

  Three Months Later…….

  “Did everyone study last night?” he asked, glancing up from his desk to catch every student in his class nodding enthusiastically.

  “So, you’re ready for a pop quiz?” he asked, biting back a smile as their eager expressions turned horrified.

  “Yes?” came the collective answer.

  “Liars,” he said, chuckling as he stood up and went to the chalkboard.

  “Why don’t we review everything to make sure that we’re all clear on the material?” he suggested, shaking his head with a chuckle when he caught their relieved sighs.

  “Let’s start with the-”

  “Excuse me,” Haley said, drawing his attention immediately to the back of his classroom where she was poking her head in the room. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but could I talk
to you for a minute?”

  “We were just about to have a review,” he said, glancing at the clock and noting the time. There was only twenty minutes of class left and his students desperately needed this review if they had any hopes of passing the pop quiz that he had planned for tomorrow. “Can it wait until after class?” he asked, hating to put his wife off, but he knew that Haley would understand. He also knew that she’d let him know if it was something that couldn’t wait until later.

  “Oh,” she said, pushing her glasses up her nose as she worried her bottom lip. “Yes, of course. I’m sorry,” she said with one of those adorable little smiles that he loved.

  “I’ll see you in twenty minutes, sweetheart,” he said, ignoring the snickers from a couple of jocks.

  She nodded absently as she agreed, “Okay, twenty minutes.”

  He went to pick up the chalk again, but paused when he noticed that she hadn’t left, but instead now stood a little further in the classroom, worrying her hands in front of her as she shifted anxiously.

  “Is everything okay?” he asked, frowning when he realized that his wife was nervous.

  “Huh?” she asked, looking as though she’d forgotten that he was in the room. “Yes, yes of course it is.”

  “Okay,” he said softly with what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “Then I’ll see you in twenty minutes.”

  “Twenty minutes,” she repeated with a firm nod even as she continued to worry her hands together.

  He reached for the chalk again only to pause when he once again noted that his wife had moved further into the room. For a minute he watched her continue to wring her hands together and worry her bottom lip.

  “Are you sure that everything’s fine?” he asked, gesturing for his students to turn around and face the front of the class.

  Haley smiled, a real smile that instantly calmed him. “Yes, yes of course.”

  “Good,” he said, starting to return his attention to the chalkboard when her next words made him pause.

  “It’s just that…..,” she started to say, only to let her words trail off.

  “It’s just that, what?” he asked, moving to step around his desk and walk towards her.

  She shook her head and with another smile said, “It can wait until later.”

  And with that, she finally turned around and headed for the door. Not really sure what to make of her visit, but not really concerned, he turned around and-

  “It’s just that I’m pregnant and I wanted to tell you.”

  -tripped over his own feet and stumbled forward. He was forced to slap his hands against the edge of the desk or fall flat on his ass as his mind raced to make sense of what she’d just said.

  “W-what?” he asked, not really sure that he’d heard her correctly.

  “I just wanted to let you know that I was pregnant and to let you know that we needed to stop at a store on the way home tonight and pick up some milk,” Haley said brightly while the class stared at her in utter shock while Jason stood there, struggling to catch his breath.

  He felt himself nod, not really sure why he was doing it, but he felt that he should be doing something.

  “Alright,” Haley said, brightly, “I’ll see you after class!”

  And with that, she finally left the room just as his legs gave out. He held onto the desk for dear life, still struggling to comprehend the words that had come out of his wife’s mouth.

  Pregnant?

  Haley was pregnant.

  They were having a baby.

  A baby, they were having a baby because Haley was pregnant.

  He’d gotten Haley pregnant.

  She was having his baby.

  They were-

  “Are you alright, Mr. Bradford?” someone asked, a boy or a girl, he wasn’t sure. All he knew was that he was definitely not okay.

  “D-do you need anything, Mr. Bradford?” someone else asked.

  The response was instant, years of Bradford survival taking over in that moment of crisis. “Food, I need food.”

  Coming in July 2015

  Trevor and Zoe’s Honeymoon…

  About the Author

  Writer, Facebook stalker, mother of two and hot cocoa addict, R.L. Mathewson lives life to its fullest.

  When she’s not chauffeuring her children to and from school or their various activities, she runs a Lego Club for a bunch of chocolate addicted children, blasts Sirius XM’s The Highway, writes, edits, cooks, cleans and oh yeah, she even watches movies on Netflix.

  It’s safe to say that she does it all…………..

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