It was 3 in the morning and Denise hadn't slept at all. She lie on the couch looking at the pale white ceiling, thinking about her major problem. She and Vicky had been through a lot, but whatever they went through, they always found their way back to each other.
Denise had lost Vicky once and she was afraid of losing her again, but this time it would be forever. The idea of not being with Vicky, scared her. She never thought she would ever have to worry about something like that, again.
Vicky woke up, after realizing that she was holding a pillow. She got up quickly and looked for Denise. When she got in the living room, she observed her wife lying on the couch, she could tell something had been wrong with Denise ever since the doctors.
Vicky had asked her several times, but she wouldn't say. Denise hadn't acted that way, since her rape in High School. It scared Vicky, she didn't want to lose Denise like she almost did the last time.
Vicky sat on the arm of the couch and looked down at Denise.
"I'll come to bed in a few."
"Denny, that's what you said three hours ago."
"Yeah, I know." Denise said, sitting up.
Vicky leaned down to give Denise a kiss, but Denise moved away, sitting on the other side of the couch. Vicky was taken back by this, she got up and took a deep breath.
"What is your problem?"
"My problem is that we have been having problems with our relationship since the beginning." Denise snapped.
"Yes, I know, but we've always beat those obstacles, because we are in love."
"Are you really in love with me?"
"Denise, don't go there, ok? You know what happened the last time we went through this."
"I'm asking a question."
"Yes, I am in love with you. Why are you asking?"
"I'm just asking."
"There has to be a reason."
"No, there's not a reason."
"Yes, there is."
"Vicky, I asked you and you said yes and we are done with this conversation."
"No, we are NOT! Something is bothering you."
"Denny, say something."
Denise laid back on the couch and looked at the window.
"Fuck this, I'm going back to bed." Vicky said going back to bed.
Denise went after Vicky, she grabbed her hand after she entered the bedroom. "I'm pregnant."
Vicky's eyes got big, she then slammed the bedroom door in Denise's face.
"Vicky, please open the door!"
"NO!" Vicky cried out hoarsely.
" Vicky, I did the math, this happened a day or so before I came back. I didn't think I was going to be with you again."
"You know? if your parents find out about this, they will do anything and EVERYTHING to keep us apart."
"Well, they wont succeed. Right now, you are the only one keeping us apart, dammit."
There was an awkward silence. The brunette could hear the door unlock. Vicky slowly opened the bedroom door.
"I really have nothing to say to you." Vicky said.
"V, I am just as upset as you are!"
"Of course, you're the one knocked up by a secret junkie! I wouldn't just be upset, I'd feel like a cheap whore.'
Denise slapped Vicky across the face. Vicky looked at her wife, she had never been hit before. She never would have thought Denise would hit her. Was marriage making their relationship worse? They hadn't been married 2 days and it was already turning for the worse.
"Don't you ever put your fucking hands on me."
"How dare you call me a whore?"
Vicky and Denise glared at each other. Their eyes burned into each others. Some kind of arousal caught them . Denise grabbed Vicky's face and kissed her hard on the lips. Their tongues danced as the kiss got more intense. Denise pushed Vicky onto the bed, pinning her down.
Vicky grabbed a hold of Denise's bottom lip and pulled on it. Denise's grip on Vicky's hands tightened, causing them moan. They spent the rest of the night roughly tossing, kissing, and touching each other. They realized pain really was close to pleasure.
Denise woke up sore between her legs, she slowly crept out of bed, trying not to wake her lover. She entered the bathroom, shut the door, cut on the light, and sat on the edge of the tub. The brunette observed the bite marks on her thighs and the scratches on her hips, she smiled at the thought of the night before. Vicky limped towards the bathroom, she lightly knocked on the door.
"Can I come in?"
Vicky opened the door and saw Denise sitting on the tub, she took a seat on the toilet.
"I just came to check on you." Vicky said with a smile.
"I'm a little sore, but I feel good. You?"
Denise looked at the red hand print on the side of Vicky's face, she ran her hand on the print, gently.
"No, I am, I deserved it."
She kissed her lovers red cheek.
"Do you think we hurt the baby any kind of way?"
"No, but I think we should start taking things a bit slower for now."
"Whatever keeps you and the baby safe."
"Are you sure you're ready for this? because this kid is related to you."
"Denny, to be honest, that's the best part, that kid is apart of me. I mean, its going to be hard to explain that his or hers mom is really their aunt and their uncle is really their dad."
"What have I done!"
"Relax, we can find a way to make this work."
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
"I'm getting in the shower. Want to join me?"
"It would be a pleasure." Vicky said laughing.
"But one rule! We cant play rough."
After they were out of the shower, the phone rang. Vicky quickly answered.
"Hello?….Yes, this is she…….That's great…..Thank you……Goodbye." She hung up the phone and skipped to the bedroom.
"What are you so happy about?" Asked Denise.
"They caught Nicole."
"Yes!" Denise said hugging her wife.
The only thing Vicky left out was that Nicole was only getting 5 years in prison. How long could that secret be kept?