Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Addicted to You ❯ Chapter Fourteen ( Chapter 14 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Despite everything that Eli may say or do, there was one thing that he enjoyed nearly as much as sex; and that was making money. Opening up his laptop he began to study the markets once more. When Friday comes, he wanted to be well prepared to dazzle any and everyone so that he could get a job.

Peyton filled the baby's room with more goodies including some furniture the women had given. Afterward she went to Eli's apartment.

Eli nodded to her as she entered. Rubbing his eyes to get the glare from the computer out of them, he blinked several times before relaxing in his seat while his stomach growled. He looked up at her with big eyes. "Feed me," he said pathetically.

"I've been on my feet all day, Eli. Order out. I'm tired."

He pouted and patted his lap for her. She moved to him and sat down, moving her legs to his side while resting her head on his shoulder. He nuzzled her neck, wrapping his arms around her and stroking her back. In only two minutes, her breathing even and she fell asleep. He hated that. Now she was asleep and he couldn't do anything with her. He could violate her, but then he would never get to have sex with her ever again. Lifting her up, he carried her upstairs and put her to bed. After which he went back down stairs and fixed him some cold cereal.

Once again, Peyton went to work in the morning after fixing Eli breakfast. She came in with a yawn and the sisters had her sit down instead of doing her normal organizing.

That day, however, was Friday. Which meant that he had to dazzle some big wig executives. Hopefully if he did well enough he would be able to get a job and then Peyton could quit bitching and moaning. Getting dressed in his best suit, he was standing in front of the executives staring them down with a cool and calm determination. "Invest is Rioflex," he told them calmly. Soon everyone was laughing aside from the boss.

"Why would we invest in them?"

"Because tomorrow they'll go up in ten percent and you can sell for double what you invested."

The room was quiet, and all eyes looked to the boss. "Do it. We'll know by the end of today whether or not you'll have a job."

Peyton looked at her baby room. She had moved the crib there and the room was perfect. She even had pictures up with clouds and rainbows. She sat in the rocking chair and looked around. Running her hand over her stomach, she couldn't wait to find out if it was a girl or boy. All there was really left to buy were clothes.

Eli came home and looked at the silent house. Where was Peyton? She should be home by now. Sitting down at his computer, he popped the top off of a soda and dialed her cell phone.

Peyton looked at her cell but didn't answer. Instead, she walked out of her apartment, locked it, and went across the street to his place. "Sorry. I'll finish dinner. It's almost done," she said as she went over to the crock pot and looked at the roast.

"Did you forget what day it was or something?" he asked as he followed in behind her.

"No. How did the meeting go?"

"I've got a job," he smiled.

She smiled. "I'm glad."

"So that means that tonight I want you bent over so that I can violate every hole and every last inch of you."

"Maybe."

"There's no maybe to it. You said that once I had a job I would own you. I heard it myself."

"I want to talk first."

"Talk...riiiight. How many sodas do I need to drink before we have this talk?"

She sighed. "Just forget it. Go sit at the table." She took his plate and filled it then filled her own. Taking the plates to the table she put them down and set a soda by his plate.

"Come on, Peyton. Say what's on your mind."

She pushed her food around her plate. "You won't like it."

"I figured that much already, but I'm in a good mood. Now is probably the best time to tell me."

"I think...we should really talk about the baby and our future plans."

Now he sighed. "Okay."

"I can take care of this baby. I can love it and raise it. I'm not giving it up just because I'm young. I'm married. I have a stable life. I'm in a good position for this baby. I'm finally on my feet...and so are you..."

He listened to her, dissecting every last word she said. "Yes. Those are all true," he said slowly.

"I want to raise this baby with you, Eli..."

"You would really trust me with a kid?"

"No...but it's not like I'm making you do it alone..."

"Alright then. I won't honestly know until I try, so why not."

"We...need a bigger place. I want...to buy a house."

"You need to make up your mind. Two days ago you wanted to move into your tiny apartment and now you want a house?"

"That was before you had a job."

"It's out of the question. On my salary I can afford this place and live well. If we try for a house we could make a payment for it but couldn't live luxuriously."

"Is that all you care about? Living luxuriously?"

"Not at all. It's just that I know what it’s like to not have money and I don't want to have to live like that."

She sighed. "Fine. I want you to sell your gym equipment that's in the spare bedroom."

"Why? I use that keep myself as sexy as I am."

"Because it's going to be the baby's room."

He frowned while shoveling food into his mouth. "I'll put them in the storage area, but when I get fat I blame you."

"And I want it done tomorrow. Then I need you to move the baby things from my apartment to here."

"What baby things? And I'm not your servant!"

She took her shirt off then her bra. "How about now?"

His eyes darted to her breasts, his jaw dropping while his cock hardened. "That's cheating."

"Will you do it?"

"Yeah yeah..."

She smiled. Standing, she took off her skirt then panties and started upstairs. He grinned and followed her upstairs like a bolt of horny lightning.

In the nine months of Peyton being pregnant, things were looking up. The baby's room was done nicely and they were doing fine for money. She was only a week away from her due date when she started packing her overnight bag for the hospital. She smiled and ran her hand over her stomach. The little boy inside her seemed as excited to see her as she was him.

"I miss the skinny you," Eli said, sitting on his bed and poking at her enormous stomach.

She grabbed his finger and bent it back. "Why can't you ever be nice to me!?"

He winced and whimpered. "Because you're a bully!"

"I was minding my own business! Living in my world of joy and you call me fat!" She pushed him off the bed.

He landed with a thud and stared up at her. At least he tried to. "Your enormous stomach is blocking my view of your face. Take a few steps back." Her eyes clouded. Grabbing her purse, she went down the stairs. "Oh for Christ's sake. What's her name again? Paula? Paris? Pey... Peyton! Wait, come back!" he said, crawling off the floor and following after her.

She slammed the door behind her and went to the elevator. How many times had she tried to leave him? She lost count. She didn't really know why she was still with him. It didn't matter though. This time she was serious. She has set up her own account months ago and had been saving every penny she made just in case he once again, broke her heart. There was nothing left anymore. There was nothing left in their marriage and nothing left in her heart. She was done.

"Hold the elevator!" He rolled his eyes as she glared at him. He just barely managed to slip in between the doors before they shut. Running his hands through his hair, he shook his head before looking at her. "Joke- verb, to make fun of without ill regard." She said nothing as she wiped her eyes and stared at the doors. "I'm telling you this, in case you forgot the meaning of a joke." He reached up and cupped her face. "Come on now. Quit crying and lets go home."

She pushed him away from her. "I can't do this anymore! Just let me go, Eli!"

"Peyton, I was just joking. You're not thinking clearly due to the hormones!" She punched him in the face then cried out about her hand. The doors dinged and she hurried out, crying and holding her hand as she walked out the building. He was going to kill her. He could see it now. It wouldn't take much. "Peyton! Just wait a damn minute!"

He couldn't even remember her name back in their house! Like she didn't hear him calling her all sorts of stupid P names. The walls were paper thin! She wiped her eyes again only to have more come. She waved her hand in the air and a taxi headed to her.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her to him. "Let's go home and talk." This was the twentieth time that she's done this. He was getting use to it by now, but it was still annoying every time. She pushed him from her. The taxi pulled up and she got in slamming the door. "Peyton! Oh come on. Don't do this!" he yelled, grabbing the door and opening it.

"Drive!" she screamed. The taxi took off and she pulled the door back shut.

He watched the taxi drive away, a frown creasing his lips while he cursed loudly to himself. Now he was going to have to spend the night tracking her down and calming her down. Every time he made the wrong joke or did something even slightly wrong she did this. He swore that she was going fucking insane. God knows that he was. Two months without sex. Jokes were the only thing keeping him from going bonkers.

Peyton held her stomach. "Where to ma'am?"

"This hospital...I'm in labor. Please hurry..."

Sitting at home, he pulled out a book he had simply labeled, Peyton's Known Locations. He started at the bakery and worked his way down the list to let them know to call him if she came in.

Peyton sat in the hospital gown as the nurse asked her again. "Please let us call-"

"No! I'm going through a divorce! What part of that don't you get?!" she screamed in mid contraction.

After a few hours when there was no word from anyone he started to get worried. He then started calling the hospitals to see if there had been a traffic accident or if she had gone into labor. Something was wrong. He could feel it.

Peyton screamed. "We have to get her into an emergency C section. The baby is wrapped in the cord," the doctor said.

Peyton shook her head. This day, couldn't get any worse. It just couldn't.

"Yes, this is Eli Hawthorne. I'm calling to see if my wife has been admitted to-"


"Mr. Hawthorne! Yes, she's here. They're taking her in to do an emergency C-section now."

"What!?"

"There are some complications, but don't worry. It's all very routine."

Peyton stared at the ceiling while a mask went over her face. She was numb mostly though conscious and aware. There were nurses all around her head assuring her it was all fine. But was it really? Was anything ever really fine?

"Where's my wife!?" Eli demanded. "Where the hell is she!?"

It was silent. Peyton could see everyone hovering over in a corner while the doctors were sewing her up. She reached out, knowing her little boy was over there, tears soaking her bed. It was just so quiet. And then...out of nowhere, there was a gasp and a baby started crying. The nurses let out a deep breath and Peyton smiled.

"Peyton?"

Her eyes fluttered opened. She was back in her hospital room, cleaned up and safely tucked under a blanket. She slowly met his eyes. What was he doing here?

"How are you feeling?"

"Why are you here?" she asked. She quickly forgot that when she saw the little roll bed where her son was. Forcing herself to sit up, she reached past Eli and pulled the bed to her. There, under a little blue blanket, was her little boy. Dirty blond hair scattered across his head as he lightly sucked on a pacifier. Peyton reached over and lifted him.

"Careful, he's asleep," he whispered. She ignored him and brought the baby close to her. Smiling, she moved her fingers over his tiny face. "They wanted to know his name, so I told them the name you suggested. Adam."

She laid back and placed the baby next to her, curling around him. "Hey there... I'm your mommy..."

"He can't understand you. You do realize that right?" His eyes stared down at the small creature against her. Slowly he reached out and caressed its tiny face.

"Go away, Eli, before you ruin this for me too," she whispered.

"What? You did great, didn't you? He's alive and well, and you're not too terribly traumatized down below. I'd consider this to be a remarkable day."

She ignored him. When she leaves the hospital, she won't have to bother with him. So for now, she was just going to bask in this moment. The moment where she met her son for the first time.

"Can I hold him?"

"No."

"Come on, Peyton. He's mine too and you made me go to all those parental classes, so at least let me hold him once."

"I said no."

He frowned and moved closer. "Peyton..."

"Go away!" she screamed.

"No! I want to hold my son!"

"He is mine! You didn't want him! And I don't want you here!"

"Too bad! I'm here now, and I said that I wanted to give it a try!"

"And I gave you shot after shot! What's her name again? Paula? Paris? You don't know a thing about me! And you don't care to try! I told you, I'm done. And I'm taking my son with me."

"Your name is Peyton Sumter Hawthorne. Your birthday is June 4th. You're a 36 C. Your favorite color is pink. Your favorite food is spaghetti. Your favorite position is whenyou ride me and I'm holding you. Now tell me I don't fucking know you!"

"Why am I leaving you, Eli? Know that?"

"Simple. I'm a jerk."

"And?"

"I'm insensitive and don't care about you."

"And you won't change... No matter how much I cry or how much you see me hurt... It's not good enough for you. That's why I'm leaving. And that's why I won't allow Adam to be raised around you."

"That's bull and you know it, Peyton. The past two months have been bad for both of us. You've been hormonal and upset and I've been angry and horny. Let's wait a few months for things to return to normal and then see if you still feel that way."

"Let's wait. Let's work it out. Let's talk about it. That's all you ever say!"

"What do you want me to say? I'm sorry? Because I am! Damn, I was joking, Peyton. If I'd known you would have reacted like that then I wouldn't have ever made a joke." She shook her head. She was wasting her breath. She pressed her lips to her son and wiped her tears. He reached out and caressed her cheek. "Peyton, I love you. You know that. Don't forget it."

"I don't know how to believe you anymore..."

"Just...let me hold my son."

She sat up and cradled Adam. Slowly she passed him to Eli. Eli took his son in his arms, holding him gently and rocking him. "He's heavier than I thought it would be."

"Try holding him for nine months... And having your husband call you fat at the same time..."

"As soon as men can get pregnant I will do just that." She laid back and closed her eyes. "He's kind of cute, in a weird little way." She nodded. "So did he actually feel this heavy inside you?"

"Yeah. Heavier really."

"That must have sucked."

"A little bit."

"You're going to have a large scar where they cut him out of you...."

"No, not really. The doctor's said that as long as I take care of the stitches, there won't be a scar.

"Really? That's great. This little thing is causing a lot of trouble," he grinned, hoping that she would know that he was teasing as he rocked the thing.

She yawned. "I think...I'll take a nap."

"Alright. I'll...be here when you wake."

She nodded and slipped to sleep. He stayed by her side, rocking and holding their son. It was so weird. Having a little person in his arms. A little person that was his child. His son. His own flesh and blood.

Peyton woke when a nurse came to her. "Mrs. Hawthorn? It's time for Adam to eat."She helped Peyton sit up and undid the hospital gown. She nodded to Eli and stepped out. Eli scooted closer to her and moved Adam into her hands. Guiding his little head to her breasts she pulled the pacifier from his mouth and he started sucking on her.

He watched with a grin as she squirmed. "He takes after me. He makes you squirm with his mouth too."

She glared at him. "That's perverted, Eli. He's my son."

"Oh, I didn't mean it like that! It was a joke!"

"Learn new jokes."

"Knock. Knock."

"Get out."

"No."

"Why?"

"Because there's no other place I want to be."

Her eyes met his. "You...really mean that?"

"I'm not a liar."

"Yes, you are."

"Not about this."

She relaxed and rested back while Adam drank. "When we first met, did you ever think we would be here...like this?"

"Not in a million years."

"Me either..."

"I guess we can rule out the fact that we're psychic." He really did have the worse jokes. He grinned and kissed her cheeks. "Get some rest. I'll take care of him when he's through."