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I suddenly plant myself in you as far as I can and you fill the familiar spray of my body filing you up, as it has so many times. No sooner do I do it than I worry that I might get you pregnant, too, already assuming I've fucked up the world by doing it with Riley a few months ago. I collapse beside you and see your pretty smile, happy each time you make me get off with you. I tease, "What are we going to save for the honeymoon?" I put a hand behind your neck and kiss you hard once more.
 
I make love with you several times that night, waking you up one time just to have my way with you, and I loved each and every moment. The next day, I come out of the closet of the hotel room, and ask if you're ready to go to the game, and you notice I'm in some nice jeans, a team shirt, a team cap, and thick coat.
 
I turn around and smile, wearing decent jeans, one of my sorority shirts, one of my sorority sweatshirts, a hat, a scarf, and a thick coat and smile as I pull on boots over wool socks. "Yes, dear," I say.
 
"We're meeting Donovan and Stacy for coffee and riding together to the game and then cringing them back here before we all go to Wisconsin tomorrow," I pull you in for a kiss. "You look cute," I say, noticing your nice figure, even through layers. I kiss your nose. "I had a wonderful night with you."
 
"I had a wonderful night as well," I say, kissing you back. "One of the best nights of my life," I confess. I snuggle into you.
 
We go across town to a fancy little espresso hut and go inside. We sit near Donovan who introduces you to his girlfriend. He starts talking to me cryptically and looks your way. "Oh, she knows?" He asks.

"Yeah," I heard it from Scott last night first. Donovan laughs.

"Lynn," he asks, "do you know how much that boy loves you?"

I interject. "Oh yeah, your ass is his favorite thing to talk about when he's not doing grates." Donovan tells us that Riley came to him a couple nights before and said she was late, but that she seemed really chipper and not at all upset. "Well, she's been a thorn in our side for a while now," I say. "She hates Lynn, and I don't know what to do."

"Fuck her," Donovan says.

"That may be the problem," I say, shaking my head, eager to shift gears. "Oh!" I say. "Show them, baby," I say.
 
We have our drinks and stay warm, before getting in the car for the game. On the way there, your phone rings. "Who is it?" I ask as you look at the phone.
 
I look at my phone. "Um. . . Not sure," i confess, looking at the unknown number.

"Hello, Lynn speaking," I say calmly as I answer it.

It was Riley, bragging that she was pregnant with Reece's child, so "I better back off, or else."

"It might be someone else's sweetheart, and you're not fit to raise a child," I say, looking at you with a slightly worried glance. "Now, please, leave the two of us alone."

I hang up and bite my lip in worry.
 
The entire car erupts in anger. "Are you fucking serious?" I say.

"Fuck that," says Donovan. "What the hell is wrong with her?"
 
"She's getting desperate, and so she's resorting to even more drastic measures," I say quietly. "Let's calm down, I'm sure we can all figure something out." I block Riley's number from my phone and offer to do it to yours. "How many other guys was she screwing when she was with you, besides you and Ty?" I ask softly. "You'll need to get a paternity test, and we'll find a way to thwart this."
 
"I don't know," I say, hating this conversation. It wasn't long ago that part of Riley's appeal was that she is a slut, who was available to me as necessary, no more or less. I worry you think I make awful choices, or that I'm just disgusting. "I just cannot believe this." I think for a moment. "I'm certain it could be several guys."
 
"Well, that helps us a little," I say. I see the look on your face and I kiss you. "Sweetheart, everything's going to be okay," I soothe. I bring you down so your head is laying on my heart and I stroke your hair gently. "It's okay, we'll work on this together, okay?" I tell you softly. I feel bad for you, because you didn't ask for any of this, you just want to be happy with the one you love and I was fine with that. I never judge anyone for the past, because that's all it is, is the past.
 
"Okay," I say, and smile. "I appreciate it." We get to the game and Donovan and I load up on beer while you and Stacie share girl stories. The entire time I enjoy being with the cutest girl around, and the game turns out to be great, even though we lost. As the clock runs down, I slap your ass. "Ready to go somewhere warm?" I ask you.
 
I smile. "Yes, warmth, please!" I say happily. Stacie whispers something in my ear and we both giggle as I kiss you.
 
"Girl stuff," I say loudly with a giggle. I get up on tiptoe and whisper in your ear, "Stacie was teasing me about the small little mark you left on my neck."
 
We rode in the back on the way home. The sun is down and Donovan has chosen an 80s easy listening station as we all yawn and plod our way back to the hotel. About halfway home, I lean oven and kiss you. A few moments later, my cold hand slides over, first to your thigh, and then two fingers slide into your waistband. I lean over and bite your ear, before pulling back with a silent grin.
 
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