Just Friends?

by K E Osborn

  “Fuck, Kat,” he groans. My hand makes its way back to his shoulder, and I dig in my nails as the intensity of his thrusts is overwhelming me. He pushes harder and faster and I know he is trying to hold off, but I want him to feel the pleasure I’ve felt. I clench my core muscles together and he jolts with a groan, trying to steady his breathing. His tongue is massaging mine, thrusting into me continuously. I can feel his body starting to tense as he becomes more frantic with his movements. He’s groaning with each thrust and I know he’s right on the edge. I clench my core muscles as tight as I can, milking him, it works as he groans loudly. His body stiffens, then unloads so forcefully I can feel each pulse.

  “Oh, Kat,” he moans. Slowly he relaxes his weight, resting on me while slowly kissing my lips tenderly. My hands massage his back to help him fall from the high.

  “Fuck, I love you,” he says. He brings his lips back to mine. This moment couldn’t be any more perfect.

  “I love you, too, husband,” I say. He smiles and kisses me passionately. Resting on me for a few minutes, I feel him grow hard again. He raises his head and looks at me with a smirk.

  “Ready for round two?” he says. I giggle and nod, leaning up to kiss him.

  The next morning I awake to Will snoring into my ear. His head is resting on my shoulder. I giggle slightly to myself and I try to wriggle out. I manage to get free without waking him, so I make my way to the bathroom and pull my panties down to check for bleeding. Nope, nothing. I was supposed to get my period nearly two weeks ago and I’ve been waiting ever since. I lean into the bathroom cupboard and pull out the pregnancy test I had bought earlier in the week. I didn’t do the test previously because I thought my period might not be coming due to the stress of the wedding. I guess I was hoping it would come after the wedding, but I can’t wait any longer.

  I sit on the toilet, stick in hand. I pull off the cap and empty the contents of my bladder onto the testing strip. I put the cap back on and place it on the vanity. I turn, wash my hands and walk back into our bedroom as Will is slowly waking up.

  “Morning, wife.”

  “Morning, husband, it is so good to finally say that,” I say as I crawl onto the bed and cuddle into his chest.

  “Anything?” he asks.

  I shake my head against his chest. “I just took the test.”

  His head pops up and looks at me. “And?” he asks eagerly.

  “And the three minutes aren’t up yet.”

  “Right, so, are we hoping for a boy or a girl?”

  “We don’t even know if I’m actually pregnant or not yet, babe.”

  “I hope it’s a boy, but I’ll be happy either way,” he says. “Okay, is that three minutes, yet?” He sits up taking me with him.

  “Let’s go have a look.”

  We move over to the en-suite and Will picks up the stick.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  “It’s a girl,” he states excitedly making me laugh as I look at the two pink lines across the results area.

  Well, we’re definitely having a baby. But I’m not sure how he’s come to the conclusion it’s a girl.

  “Why do you say it’s a girl?”

  “Because there’s two lines, that means you’re up the duff, as you Aussies say. They’re pink so it’s a girl.”

  You gotta love him. He’s so adorable.

  “Oh, honey. Yes, I’m pregnant, but the pink lines don’t mean that it’s a girl, it’s just the color of the test. This test can’t tell the sex of the baby,” I say, watching his smile widen.

  “So, we’re definitely pregnant then?”

  “Yes, we are, by the looks of it.”

  He picks me up and swirls me around. “Our parents are going to be so excited,” he says, holding the test up to the light and looking at it in awe. “I’m going to be a dad.” A tear wells in his eye.

  “You are going to be a dad.”

  He smiles brightly and quickly dashes back to the bedroom. I find it odd that he’s just disappeared when we’ve just found out that we’re pregnant. I stand there in shock, wondering what to do when he rushes back with a giant smile on his face hiding something behind his back.

  “I have something for you,” he gushes excitedly.

  I smile at his enthusiasm. “Okaaay…”

  “So, remember how much my grandmother’s crystal rose means to me?”

  “Yes, of course I do.”

  “I think it’s only fitting that it should now belong to you. You mean the world to me and you’re giving me the greatest gift I could ever wish for. I know it doesn’t equal the greatness of a baby, but it means so much to me and I want you to have it.”

  I stand there stunned as he presents his grandmother’s beautiful crystal rose to me. I don’t know what to say. So I do what I do best, I cry and nod my head.

  ~*~

  We make an appointment to see Los Angeles leading OBGYN, Dr. Miranda Fuller, two weeks later and I have all the necessary tests done. Will is being extremely supportive through my morning sickness, even down to holding my hair while I heave. It’s making appearances for Nightwalker – Our Salvation difficult, so I’m having to let Will go alone, which is leading to speculation that I am pregnant. The difference between the reports is the fact that I actually am pregnant this time. The other forty-seven times they “outed” me for being up the duff, they were wrong. We are going to let them believe they’re wrong, again, at least until my second trimester.

  I continue on with my singing while I go through the early stages of pregnancy. Will is taking a break from everything at the moment. He hasn’t had one for five years since this roller coaster started. He’s doing a lot of the baby preparation. He even had Dan over to help him build a crib for our baby. Which, of course, made me cry, because my hormones are shot and all I ever seem to do is cry over anything, happy or sad. At first, Will was really worried about it. Now he just chuckles at me and gives me a hug whenever I’m set off, normally by something on the television. I cried when Jason won the latest round of Survivor, and I only watched the finale, I didn’t see any of the previous episodes. So yeah, my emotions are completely out of whack.

  Brooke has been so good to me. She takes me shopping for all the baby stuff when Will has interviews. Even though he’s not technically working right now, I know he has plenty of work lined up for about four months after our baby is born.

  Now that I’m a little further on, I’ve stopped all my commitments, singing and interviews and spending as much alone time with Will as I can before our little baby makes its presence known and stops us from being able to sleep.

  ~*~

  I’m now seven and a half months pregnant with a baby boy we have decided to name Cohen. We know it’s a little cheesy naming our son after a fictitious movie character, but we like the name and it means something special to us. It was the reason we’re able to give him a great life with everything he could ever need or want. We’ve set up the spare room as a nursery and everything is ready for the arrival of baby Cohen. Will thinks his nickname for me is hilarious, me not so much. Jelly Belly is what he’s been calling me while I carry his child inside me.

  Nice, isn’t it?

  We released the news that we’re pregnant because I can’t hide behind saris and baggy dresses anymore. It’s way too obvious that something is happening under the loose clothing. The letters with locks of hair have increased and become more threatening. Unfortunately the Police still can’t do anything, unless we have a name or at least some photographs of her, which of course, we don’t. We’ve ramped up our security around the house which I hate. I just want to feel normal in my own home without being shadowed all the time with security.

  I slip out of the house and walk down our driveway, just to get some air. I notice a woman sitting in a black van across the road. I haven’t been out in the public lately, so I recognize her, but I can’t quite place who she is. I look intently, trying to see her through the tinted windows but I just can’t make her out. Suddenly
her engine starts and she turns her van around and parks in front of me.

  I’m not sure why I do it. I stand there watching the events unfold in front of me. She jumps out of the van, slides open the door and then she runs toward me. I recognize her instantly, and as I turn to run, she grabs me by my hair smothering my mouth with a rag. My heart pounds as I try to pull her hand away from my mouth. I start to scream for Will but the fumes are inside my throat and soon I’m completely overcome. I try to kick against her, but she’s much stronger than me and I fade into black.

  ~ WILL ~

  I hear a door slam shut and tires screeching, so I look out of the window to see what the commotion is about. I know Kat is out there somewhere, because I was watching her walk down our driveway. I know she gets fed up with the security measures I’ve employed to protect her, especially since, we’ve been receiving so many of these death threats lately, mostly directed at her. I check out the window again and I notice that she’s nowhere to be seen. I observe that she’s dropped her iPod on the ground near the front of our home. Waves of panic surge through my body. I stand up, race downstairs, call out to our security team on the way through and out the door.

  “Kat?” I call out and then I notice tire marks on the road, near our driveway.

  “What the fuck?” I say out loud, as another wave of uneasiness washes over me.

  “Kat, where are you?” I call out again, as I look down the street in every direction. Panic is raging through my body, now I’m thinking that there is something very wrong.

  She always answers me. Where the fuck is she?

  I continue to look down the street to see if I can pick up any clues as to where she might have gone. Nothing. I look down at the iPod thrown down on the ground and notice a pink envelope with ‘Open me, if you want to know where she is’ written on it. I gasp when I see it. I bend down, rip it open to find a photograph of Kat and I kissing but Kat’s face is scratched out and a red X marked across where her face should be.

  Fuck… fucking hell… this is not good... this is, so not good!

  Dread is gushing through my veins. My heart is pounding through my chest wall. I run inside and dial the Police and inform them of what I think has happened.

  My security team surrounds me, a lot too fucking late if you ask me. The fuckers! Why were they not protecting the one person who means everything to me, like they are being paid to do? Stupid mother fucking assholes. They’re all fucking fired, as far as I’m concerned!

  “Yes, I think my wife has been kidnapped,” I yell down the cell.

  “Okay, calm down and tell me what’s going on.”

  “No, you don’t understand! She’s pregnant and there are tire marks outside and I have a letter… We have to find her now, please,” I say almost breaking into a sob. I feel helpless as I have no idea where to even start looking.

  Mark our Chief of Security takes over the phone call while I sit in the chair and rock back and forth. My blood pressure skyrockets and my heart slams against my chest wall. I try to call Kat’s cell hoping she has it on her, but then I hear the ring tone coming from our bedroom.

  Fuck! Her cell is here!

  I start to pull out all the letters from the redheaded maniac. It must be her. I put all the evidence on the table and wait for the Police as I struggle with my inner turmoil.

  There’s a knock at the door and I rush to open it.

  “Mr. Sanders, we’ve had a call about a suspected kidnapping?” a policeman explains.

  “Yes, it’s my wife. She was at the bottom of our driveway and I heard a car door slam and then tires squeal as it drove off. Her iPod was found on the ground and there was a letter next to it.” I pass the policeman the letter. “I’ve looked everywhere and I can’t find her… I can’t find her… I don’t know where she is…”

  “Okay, okay, Mr. Sanders, calm down.”

  “Don’t tell me to calm down, you calm down,” I yell, as the policemen walk inside.

  “Do you know anyone that would have a grudge against you or your wife?”

  “I don’t know… let me think… yes, you idiots. We keep reporting the same problem to you over and over again. She’s obsessed with me and she keeps sending threatening letters to Kat with locks of her hair.”

  “Do you have a copy of these letters and a sample of the hair? We could do some DNA testing on it. See if anything comes up,” the policeman says.

  “Finally! Why didn’t you do that before this happened? Why did it take something like this to happen before you actually act?” I pause, trying not to think the worst.

  “Mr. Sanders, we’ll do everything we can to help you find your wife. In the mean time, I suggest you call someone to support you while we investigate her disappearance. Is it possible she may have left of her own accord?” he asks.

  “What?”

  What the fuck does he mean by that?

  “I have to ask as we can’t call it a missing person investigation until she’s been missing for twenty-four hours. Are you sure she didn’t go to the mall? Is she happy in your marriage?” he asks as I sit there in bewilderment.

  “Are you fucking kidding me? Do you honestly think I’d be this panicked if she went to the fucking mall? She’s not baking a cake, or taking a trip to the hairdressers, for fuck's sake. Do your job and find my wife. That lunatic bitch has kidnapped her and my unborn son – fucking do something about it… Now,” I yell, as I put my head in my hands in frustration. “Oh, and yes, she’s fucking happy in our marriage and would never leave me.”

  “Sir, I’m afraid we can’t commence a search until she has been missing for twenty-four hours. I’m sorry. I understand your frustration, but my hands are tied. As soon as the twenty-four hours are up, we’ll look into it further. Until then, we’ll get a DNA sample from the hair you’ve supplied and we’ll see if there is a match. I’m afraid that is all I can do at this time.”

  “Fine, that’s just fucking great. If she winds up dead somewhere in a ditch I’m going to hold you personally responsible. I will use every resource available to me to make sure you pay for this,” I say exacerbated as they walk to the door.

  “I’m sorry. We’ll be in touch.”

  I slam the door as hard as I can and then start to pace around the living room frantically wondering what my next step should be. If they won’t do anything about it, then I’m sure as hell not sitting around here waiting for her to be hurt or worse… fucking killed. I pick up my keys and head for the car. I don’t know where I’m going to search but I can’t sit here and do nothing.

  “Mark, I know I just fired you, but I need your help.”

  ~ KAT ~

  My eyes are heavy and my hands are tied behind my back. I’m lying down in the back of a moving van. My mouth is gagged with a piece of cloth tied around my head and I’m feeling a little dizzy and a bit out of sorts. I open my eyes to see the inside of the van covered in pictures of Will and in all of the pictures my face has been scratched out and a girl’s face has been cut out and placed over mine.

  What the fuck? Oh my God this is beyond crazy.

  I shift slightly as I lay on my side, staring at the pictures. My thoughts instantly dash to our unborn son. I look down at my stomach and everything seems normal. I look up at the driver and a black cage separates the front from the back. I try to sit up, struggling with the weight of my stomach and the awkwardness of my hands, tied behind my back. The van goes over a bump and I fall back down.

  “You awake back there?” a girl's voice chimes softly.

  My scream is stifled by the gag in my mouth as I hear her laugh. She turns the music up on her stereo, it’s Motley Crew’s, “You’re All I Need” and I cringe as I listen to the words.

  Oh my God! What the hell is she trying to tell me? That’s she’s going to kill Will?

  I start to cry as she sings along to the song, if you can call it singing. I start to kick the back of the door hoping it will slide open. Of course, nothing works and she just turns the musi
c up louder so no one can hear my screams. I sob uncontrollably as the van pulls to a stop. My tears are halted by the suspense of what is going to happen next. My breathing quickens and my heart is pounding so furiously I think it might explode.

  I need to try to relax a little. This much stress is not good for my baby boy.

  The door slides open as I get a first look at my attacker. She grins and the evil flows through to her eyes. She pulls me by my hair to exit the van. I scream and struggle against her, but she’s so much stronger than I am. She drags me by the hair into an old house and pushes me onto what looks like a hospital surgery table. All around me are machines and things you would usually find in a surgical suite in a hospital.

  Now I’m really scared and I feel sick to my stomach. Oh God, my baby, my darling little innocent boy.

  She removes the gag from my mouth.

  “Now, don’t bother screaming. It won’t do any good. No one will hear you out here,” she says as she pulls the rag from my mouth.

  Immediately my mouth is free, I sit up and scream as loud as I can.

  “Heeelp, help me… please help me,” I scream.

  She slaps me hard across the face and pushes me back down on the table. I cry and struggle against her, but it’s so hard when you’re lying on tied up hands. She turns on a machine and holds me down with one hand while she places what seems to be an oxygen mask over my mouth and nose. I cry and I try to hold my breath, feeling the fumes invade my nostrils. I can’t help it as I have to take in a long breath and I feel the gas fill my lungs. I try to thrash around some more, but my attempts fail and darkness overcomes me as I fall into a deep sleep.