Campus Corner (Open)

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"Hey, baby," I tell you, setting my book on the nightstand with a smile. "Doing okay, cleaned some today, got some more stuff from my apartment over here, and was just reading. And cuddling with this guy." I hold the panda up and giggle.
 
I lean over and kiss you, thinking you're even sexier with your panda and little girl manner, but not telling you, thinking you'd think I was a dirty old perv that likes school girls. Perhaps, but I'm not revealing it at the moment. "Did he keep you warm?" I ask. "Do I need to sleep downstairs tonight so that you and he can hang?" I grin, kissing your forehead as I start to change clothes.
 
I laugh and shake my head. "No, you can sleep up here. He's for when I feel alone and need to cuddle but there's no one to cuddle with," I tell you, watching you change.
 
I crawl out of bed, swearing loose jeans and a tank top and run a comb through my hair before heading downstairs, smiling happily.
 
I set out some plates and drinks while waiting for you. I'm nervous and know dinner is going to be stressful. I hear you getting ready and clean up a little before dinner while you make your way down.
 
"Well, she is pregnant," I tell you, "So if you don't want a single dad or to be a stepmom, tell me." I start opening some wine. "And, if it is mine," I sigh, "she says she wants to get married or she wants me out of the child's life altogether." I finally sit down to eat.
 
I think for a long time. "That's not fair," I finally say. "She's blackmailing you, sweetheart, don't let her do that. I am more than willing to be a stepmom, but what she's asking for you to do if the baby is yours is ridiculous." I reach across the table and find your hand and squeeze it. "What are you going to tell her?"
 
I smile happily, glad Riley was now informed of the ring on my finger. "How'd she react?" I ask softly. "Not good, I imagine."
 
"Well, no," I grab your hand. "She cried, and she asked me why I want a slut that just came into the bar for a beer and some cock. She told me that she didn't want to do this alone and that she would do anything for me, to make me a happy husband. Then she got angry and said I was a fucking bastard and that she would make us pay. And she said I would never see my child as long as 'that slut is fucking me." I rub your hand. "I'm sorry about all this." I say. "If you want out, tell me. I will understand. "
 
"I'm not letting you go," I tell you. "She legally cannot put you out of the child's life; she could actually be charged with either kidnapping or unlawful imprisonment by doing that, or at the very least interfering with custodial rights. We'll fight this in family court, mark my words. First, we have to have a DNA test done, and we can't do that until the baby's born, just to make sure it's yours. If it is, we'll fight this in family court, and get you and her to have joint custody, which she'll have to follow on court orders." I rub your hand back and smile. "She maybe the mother, but if you're the father, then you have every right to be in that baby's life, no matter who you're married to." I stand up from my place and come around to your side of the table and wrap my arms around you. "I'm not letting you go, and I'm not letting that baby go without a fight."
 
"Thank you baby. I love that. I love you." We continue dinner and finish cleaning up. I throw a towel down on the cabinet and turn to you. "Baby, get your coat, it's cold outside."
 
"We are just getting out of here," I say. I take your hand and we walk into the evening air, a light mist still lingering from the earlier storms. We walk toward campus corner, past the bar, where you see Riley seating customers. We pass and think she didn't see us, and I mention her not again. We turn into a little Italian cafe, where I order us two sweet cappuccinos with whipped cream and walk you to the outdoor patio, next to a fireplace, where we can watch the Corner and all its lights and activity. I sit down and sigh, a light, satisfied sigh much different than the heavy sighs I have let out recently.
 
I notice the different type of sigh you let out and snuggle closer to you, sipping my cappuccino. "This is nice," I tell you with a smile, watching the activity.
 
"Yeah it is," I say. "You know, this is life. I want to spend it here, with the girl I love, enjoying time passing and soaking it in," I smile. "I don't want so much ugliness to take up so much of it, you know?" I kiss you. "I want to just enjoy things with you. And enjoy you."
 
I kiss you back. "And I want the same, baby," I tell you with a smile. I take another sip of my cappuccino and some whipped cream gets on my upper lip and I lick it off with a giggle.
 
I playfully dunk my upper lip back into the whipped cream and giggle, getting more on it this time. I am smiling and giggling happily, which I know makes you happy.
 
I lean in and lick the cream from your lip gently, just before giving you a long, easy kiss in the light, autumn rain by the fire.
 
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