"Slow," he groaned, "Clara, slow," he said, trying to remind me what we had agreed upon, but I wanted to see what he was packing. He stuttered, unable to chasten me anymore, once I got my hands on him. It was just over his pants, but it was enough to stop his complaining.
I didn't fully understand why my touching him was turning me on more. I ended up on my back with him arched awkwardly over me. We weren't in that position long, before Katie kicked into my lungs and up at her daddy. I groaned and pushed up when I realized he didn't know it was not a moan of pleasure, but a groan of being uncomfortable and struggling to breathe.
He was off me in a flash and apologizing. When he saw I was trying to get up, he quickly helped me. I stood and did my best to push my daughter down and stretch up. "I'll be so happy to get my lung space back."
Trent was looking at me bashfully. It seemed so odd to see this version of him, with naughty college boy Trent playing in the background. Of course, when I looked at the video, the sex was over. Unbeknownst to me, Trent had just laid there next to me, playing with my hair while I slept. I watched as he did that for a bit, and then he caressed my cheek and kissed my head, before settling in to sleep spooned behind me. Maybe that Trent wasn't as asshole-ish as I had originally thought. He obviously was damaged, but when in the presence of a non-threatening woman, i.e. a sleeping one, he could seem sweet.
When it was time to go home on Sunday evening, Trent packed up a bag for himself as well. We had decided it would be a good idea for him to stay with me, while we waited for the baby to come. He'd basically be living with me, and I wondered how well that would go.
I was also worried about taking things slow. My hormones didn't always agree with the speed at which we were moving, and I was pretty sure running into Trent only wearing a towel after a shower would send me over the edge, and I'd beg him to stay with me in my room, instead of in Tyler's on the twin bed. I wasn't sure if I was hoping that would or wouldn't happen.
My only hope of retaining any sanity would be to go into labor quickly and get my hot boyfriend out of my house. I smiled like a giddy fool, thinking about the word boyfriend. It was crazy to think of Trent as my boyfriend, but that was exactly what he was. We were "exclusive" at his insistence, and I was loving it.
Tyler was enamored with Trent. He called him Mr. Trent, or "Mista Twent." I watched as Tyler pulled Trent down the hall to his bedroom, chattering away, and Trent listened with rapt attention.
I gave them a few minutes, before I went to enforce bedtime. Trent had Tyler curled up on the bed next to him, as he read him a bedtime story. He made different voices for each character. Trent really was a natural.
Over the next few days, I was really beginning to enjoy co-parenting. It was great that Trent was there to help with snacks and diapers. He talked to Tyler about the potty as well. Having a man around to teach a boy to pee was great. Tyler seemed to be getting the hang of it, once Trent bought him a little stepstool so he could pee in the big potty.
I truly appreciated him, when I heard Tyler cry at 2:00 AM. I got up to check on him, only to find Trent already cradling him. "I've got him. Do you have some pain reliever? I think he has an earache. I saw him tug on it a few times yesterday."
I brought him the medicine, and Trent coaxed Tyler into taking it easily. Then he went and sat in the living room in the rocking chair with him. "I've got him, babe, go ahead and go back to bed. You need your rest." Trent dismissed me, and I gave both my boys a kiss, before I went back to my room.
The next morning, I walked into the living room to find Trent stretched out in the recliner and Tyler sleeping on his chest. After snapping a picture of the adorable scene on my phone, I decided to call Dr. Coust and get Tyler in for an appointment, so Trent wouldn't lose another night of sleep. I was able to get one for later that morning.
I started breakfast as quietly as possible. It was only the sizzling of bacon that woke Trent up. He looked over at me sleepy-eyed from the chair. I knew he wasn't moving, because he didn't want to disturb Tyler.
"I made an appointment for Tyler this morning."
"Good idea," he said and yawned.
"Was he up a lot?" I asked cringing.
"No, not really. He seemed to fuss every time I went to stand up, though, so I decided the chair was comfortable enough. It's no worse than the beds in the on-call room."
I set out breakfast, and Trent carried a half-asleep Tyler to the table. He stayed cuddled in his daddy's lap with no intention of moving. I ate quickly then dressed. I had clothes for Tyler, but he didn't want to leave Trent, so he happily dressed his son. I was finally able to coax Tyler into my arms, so Trent could get dressed.
When Trent came out, I realized we all had on tan shirts and dark blue jeans. We looked like a happy family getting ready for a portrait.
Trent drove us to the clinic, and I wondered if Melissa would be working there. He held the door open for me and kept his hand on the small of my back, as we walked to the check-in counter. Tyler was snuggled into Trent's neck. His lack of enthusiasm for being at my work really proved how badly he was feeling. I heard Tyler whimper a little, and Trent started rocking him in his arms and rubbing his little back.
"Why don't you go sit down, I can finish checking him in," I suggested.
"Okay," Trent said and leaned down, giving me a peck on the lips. With him no longer distracting me, I noticed Melissa standing off to the side watching me.
"Was there something you needed?" I asked her.
She came forward and quickly whispered, "How well do you know Trent Carrington?"
"He's the father to both my kids, and we're in an exclusive relationship."
"Like, for real?"
I pushed my belly down again and nodded. "I met Trent when I was in college."
"No way," she gasped cutting me off, "And you're still with him? He's such a-"
"Good father," I said taking my turn to cut her off. "He's grown up and changed a lot since he was in school. I think most people do change after they get out of school, haven't you?" I asked.
She frowned and picked at her fingernails.
"Melissa, do you know who it is that's going after him?" I asked.
Her eyes darted over to Trent, where he was cuddling Tyler and reading him a book. "I don't know for sure. It was like some sort of corporation or something. I had a link to a webpage of firsthand accounts of his bad behavior. Someone had looked me up on the school website and sent me the link. I was later contacted and asked if I was interested in adding my story and being part of a revenge plot. I said no. He was an ass, and I thought he was a jerk, but I'm not a psycho."
"Did you take a picture of him and Tyler when we were here last?" I had to know.
"Yeah, I'd called my sister, and she didn't believe me. I took a picture, and she thought it was wild that he was holding a kid. I guess he was very anti-family back in the day."
"He's definitely not anti-family anymore," I said rubbing my belly. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't share that picture with anyone else. We know someone is out to get Trent, and we don't want them to involve the children in their plan of revenge."
"No, of course, I understand." She quickly pulled out her phone, and I asked her to text me the picture before she deleted it. There was no reason why I shouldn't have a picture of my two favorite boys. I thanked Melissa and asked her to keep an ear out for anything concerning Trent. I hoped with her on our side, we could put a stop to whatever evil plot might be brewing, before it could come to fruition.
Chapter 15 – Insights
When I was leaving the exam room, Melissa caught up with me and gave me a paper with the website on it. I didn't know what I'd see when I got home, but I was anxious to check it out. I put in the web address, and a black screen popped up, asking for my name, email address and the year I had enrolled in college. I thought it was weird. After I entered the information, a note was on the screen saying that I'd get an invite to the website in my email if my information was approved.<
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After dinner, Trent took Tyler to get ready for bed, and I checked my email again. I had checked it several times throughout the day, and I was sure they'd decided I wasn't invited. I was sure somehow word had gotten out that I was with Trent.
"Finally!" I lamented, when I saw my invite.
"Finally what?" Trent asked, peeking into my room.
"Finally, we can get some answers. This is an invite to the exclusive Trent hater's website," I said pointing to my screen and then clicked it.
I quickly set up my profile and was then directed to a "Support Group" page. On it were several different stories about Trent. He grabbed a chair from the dinner table and sat down next to me, so he could read along.
"That's Sabrina!" he said pointing to one of the earlier stories. "At least, I think it is. It sounds very similar to what she told the police when she filed the report. Of course, it's all lies."
"That one sounds like Tiffany," I said pointing to the next one.
"How on Earth did they even find each other?" Trent asked dumbfounded. "They live in completely different parts of the country!"
"I don't know, but it's not looking good." We went on to read seven other stories from random girls.
"These last three sounds like the ones who came after me when I first moved to Livingston. I'm sure my lawyer can get this site closed, because at least four of these testimonies have been proven legally false."
"Don't get him on this site yet. I want to poke around and see if they'll let me in on their plan."
Trent looked at me worried, liked I'd actively help someone take him down.
"I'm spying, Trent, we need someone on the inside, so we can be ready for them when and if they attack. We've identified five of these women as Tiffany, Sabrina and then the three who came after you in Livingston, so that leaves four unknown women. They're most likely next in line to attack you. Does anything in their stories ring a bell?" I asked him.
He shook his head no. "The last three women completely fabricated their stories, and these four women must've done the same. You're the only one I've been sexually active with since I became an MD. If it was some story about me being with them while we were in college, I'd probably be able to find out who they were, if I could figure out a date."
"You'd dig through your porn for them?"
"The dates are listed on the CD, Clara. I wouldn't have to watch them."
"How about I just ask them if they knew you in college and when they were with you then? There's a comment section."
"I guess it wouldn't hurt," he said nervously. I could tell the whole idea of the site put him on edge.
I posted a quick comment that said I'd gone to college with Trent, and he'd given me Chlamydia. I asked them about when they had been with him and suggested they get tested, as it could lead to infertility. It was a great cover and would give me a good legitimate reason to "hate" Trent. I hoped it'd be enough to get me invited to take part in their scheme.
I was asked to write a notice in the blog about my STD and quickly got to it. It wasn't much later that I had several comments on the post, giving me approximate dates when they had been with Trent, some were even exact. I asked Trent if he remembered when we'd been together, and I was surprised when he gave me an exact date.
"I looked it up, when I was still trying to figure out if Tyler was mine."
"And you didn't watch the movie?" I teased.
He shook his head no. "I have a little black book in a box back home with names and dates."
"Do you have stars or points next to their names?" I wondered.
He looked at me like I was crazy. "Why would I do that?"
"So you'd know who was good in bed." I thought it'd be obvious.
"I'm a guy, it all feels good. If my dick got off, I was happy," he said bluntly.
I sat gape-mouthed.
He laughed. "Surely you knew that already, Clara. I wasn't picky."
"You can at least pretend to-"
"What's the point in lying? You already know who I was. I hope you also know that's not who I am anymore."
I gave him a reassuring smile and kissed his lips lightly. "I know that's not how you are anymore. You're a good man, and these women are insane to still be upset over something that happened so long ago, that they consented to. This is ridiculous."
He pulled me into a tight hug, and I snuggled into him a little more. I had finally accepted the fact that I loved when he held me. I knew it wasn't going to go away, either, so I decided to embrace it. I giggled at my little pun.
"What has you giggling? Are you thinking of something dirty?" he asked with a smirk.
"No, I was just thinking of how much I like it when you hold me," I confessed.
"How about kissing?"
"I like that, too." I barely finished the phrase, before his lips were on mine. The kiss deepened and became a little wild, and I worried things would get out of hand. We were in my bedroom, next to my bed. Before I could really mentally debate the pros and cons of taking Trent to bed, he pulled away from me.
"I'm going to go take a shower."
When he left the room, I was a little disappointed and realized I was probably ready for our relationship to move forward a bit more.
I readied for bed myself, and when I heard him step out of the bathroom, I opened my bedroom door and called to him. "Trent?"
"Are you alright?" he asked.
I nodded yes, and he took a few steps closer to me, trying to figure out what I wanted from him. I hoped he'd let me know once he figured it out, because I didn't know what I wanted from him, either.
"Did you need something?"
I opened my bedroom door a little wider. "Do you mind sleeping in here with me?" I finally got up the nerve to speak.
He took two big steps and pulled me into his arms. I was quick to kiss him and get lost in him. It wasn't long before we were on the bed, and I nearly groaned out loud, when he started to slow down. "Do you want me to just hold you tonight?" he asked panting.
I was about to say no, but somehow my brain kicked in and said yes.
"Okay, I can do that." He scooted a little ways away from me and readjusted our positions on the bed to a more innocent one. I wondered how long I'd be able to hold myself back.
The answer was four hours. I woke up to Trent kissing me. "Baby, please, you've got to move your hand," he begged. It had somehow ended up in his boxers, holding him tightly. I had a choice, release him or jack him off.
"Clara," he groaned, his eyes were pleading with me.
As soon as my hand started moving, he thanked me and went back to kissing me. His hand dipped and reciprocated, and it didn't take long for him to have me begging him for more.
"Are you sure?" he asked before going any further.
I nodded yes.
"I mean it, Clara, you can say no, and I won't be mad." Of course, he said that while rocking against me. The boy was dying to be admitted.
"I said yes. Are you worried you're gonna knock me up or something?" I teased.
"No," he answered with a plunge and a moan of relief. Sex while nine months pregnant was awkward, but Trent didn't let that stop him. His eagerness and enthusiasm made up for it.
I woke the next morning to laughing. Trent and Tyler were somewhere in the apartment playing. I readied for the day and then found them cooking breakfast in the kitchen.
"Mommy, mommy, mommy!" Tyler cheered excitedly.
Trent's welcoming smile melted my heart. I wanted to see that every morning.
"Good morning, beautiful. Did you rest well?" he asked and pulled me into his arms for a hug and rubbed my belly.
"I wouldn't say I had a restful night, but it was a good one," I taunted.
He smirked and gave my backside a swat and then sent Tyler and me to set the table for breakfast.
Around lunch, I received an email asking if I wanted to confront Trent about his blatant disregard for my health and the health of others. When he had given me a STD, he had
n't reported or notified anyone else that he'd had it, and he had continued to knowingly spread it, or so the site claimed.
I quickly answered yes and was sent a link to a medical board. I felt sick to my stomach, when I saw what it was.
"Trent," I tried calling for him. I wasn't sure if he heard me. Luckily, my apartment was small, and he came and checked on me.
"Hey, babe, are you okay?" I must have looked as bad as I felt, because Trent grabbed my wrist and checked my heart rate.
"Look," I pointed at the screen.
He read over what was written and frowned.
"Trent, what if they're telling people to send complaints to the medical board?"
"I'll just have to deal with them as they come in."
"I shouldn't have told them you gave me a STD. What if they all file complaints? Trent, I'm so sorry." I was in tears, and he pulled me into his arms.
"It's going to be okay, Clara. I think I should contact my lawyer, though. Do you mind if we use your login information so he can look at it?"
"No, go ahead. That was why I made the account in the first place."
"Thank you." He kissed me lightly and then walked out of the room, talking on the phone.
Tyler was quick to find me and roped me into playing cars. Basically, he drove his car all over my belly and laughed when his sister would kick at it.
Trent came back smiling, which surprised me. "I've spoken with my lawyer, and he said that since I'd taken preventative measures by using protection, it would negate any action they may want to take against me. There are only four women who were put at risk, and one of them was the one who'd given me the STD. If any of those come forward to complain about the STD, then I'll know where I actually got it from.
“I was never aware that I'd been infected, most likely because I’d been treated for a case of strep around that time, and the antibiotic I'd used knocked out the Chlamydia as well, making my medical screenings come back clean. If they try and bring that before the board, I only have to provide my proof of medical screening to be cleared of any wrongdoing," he said relieved.
I hugged him tightly. "Oh, thank heavens."
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