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’You’re gonna be a great Mother,’ Madline thought in her head as she rubbed her stomach, “Not if she’s gonna kill me before I can go into labour,” she murmured to herself. Eight months into her pregnancy, Madline has been through shit with this unborn child of hers.
“This is God’s pay back for sleeping a guy that you don’t even know and getting pregnant,” Madline grumbled as she rubbed her stomach. She stood behind the counter of her restaurant, mixing cocktails and pouring Wines for her guest.
Die Schatzkiste had been a great success since opening day. Caldwell had a lot of old Military veterans that had been stationed in Germany during one time and had loved the food that instantly took her place. Madline had used a lot of her Oma’s and Mother’s recipes to get authentic as she could get with her German food importing a lot of things that made her foot real German food. She also opted not to go with the typical October Fest look since she didn’t come from Bayner; her roots came from Hessen, so she went for the warm candle light look of a cozy Farmhouse look that she grew up on when her Opa still had the farms.
Usually Madline would over look the cooking but for the last week or so her stomach hasn’t been able to keep her lunch down with too many smells, so she trusted Uwe, her main cook, that her food came out tasting like German food.
Suddenly a kick to her ribs startled her, making her wince, “Ow…What’s with you kicking my ribs the last few days?” Madline groaned, rubbing her stomach again. She grabbed her tray with drinks and moved to a table of what she could call regulars.
“Einmal Weizen” Madline smiled as older retired officer that had been stationed in Friedberg.. “Heir, junge Frau” the American veteran spoke holding up a finger, but Madline thought it was to cute that the older gentlemen still talked to her in German with the thickest accent.
“Maddy, every time I see you keep on getting bigger and bigger,” Mr. Tom smiled at her.
His wife, Trisha, reached over the table and smacked the man upside the head, “Don’t say that to that young lady!” she scolded him.
Madline smiled, “Trisha, I know what Mr. Tom meant and I take it as compliment” she chuckled out. “Plus this pregnant belly sort of looks good on me,” Madline struck a pose and held her stomach like you would see in a magazine.
“See Trisha, the lady can take a joke. Any larger she won’t need that tray,” Mr. Tom laughed out loud, Madline chuckled with him. She look an empty wine glass from the table next to them and set it on her stomach, “It already works,” she sighed, looking playfully ashamed. Trisha and her husband laughed hard.
Madline moved around the area asking her customs if they needed anything and also picking up empty glasses before moving towards the bar.
A jingle on the door told her that somebody just entered. As she looked up from the customers that she was currently talking to greet the new ones; the tray filled with empty glasses fell from her hand with a deafening crash on the floor.
“Oh dear god!” Madline cried out.
Her baby’s daddy! Mr. Orgasm in the flesh with a damn woman on his arm.
“Madline!” Trisha rushed over from her table and went to help her.
“I’m okay, Trisha…Nothing happened, the little thing kicked me….” Madline gasped, way to embarrassed for her reaction to say the truth.
Suddenly pain, like someone forced a cattle prod into her vagina with a pair of meat cleavers. She dropped to her knees into the broken glass, holding her stomach as her eyes suddenly watered. She felt as rivets of water flowed from between her legs.
“Oh my god, she’s bleeding!” someone hollered.
“No! It’s my water” Madline shook her head, she touched between her legs on her thighs wanting to show them that it was just her water breaking but as her hand pulled away, her hand was soaked in dark red blood.
“Somebody call the ambulance!” Trisha screamed.
One of Madline’s waiters rushed to the phone on the counter by the bar and dialled 911.
Madline looked at the man still standing shock in the doorway of her entrance.
“Look what you did to me!” she screamed at him.
God she was so angry and afraid, she didn’t fight through a shit of hardships with the pregnancy just to lose her daughter. Not when her due date was only a month away.
She hated the way those hazel colored eyes looked at her.
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It had been eight months since the side swing he had done. Butch O’Neal had cheated on Marissa while the love of his life laid unconscious in the in house clinic that Jane had set up.
Marissa had gone into her ‘Needing’ but they had already spoken that Butch shouldn’t service his love. That Marissa wanted another ten years with him alone before they decided to create a little them. When he woke up the night with Marissa reaching out for him, pleading him to make the burning stop; he had used all his will power to back away, called Jane and rushed out the room with a hard on the size of the Empire State Building.
He hadn’t planned on going to Screamers, nor had been planning on cheating of Marissa. He had walked in to the packed club, scanned for any lessers when those chocolate brown eyes caught his. He had managed to keep his erection if check, the eye contact had broken and then she disappeared off the dance floor.
Butch had found her again, dancing with her friends. God, her ass, her breast, but it had been her smile that had him caught like a fly to sugar water. He didn’t even want to move when he saw her leave her friends but he had automatically followed her into the bathroom.
God, ‘You’re mine tonight’.
Didn’t that sound like a damn cave man?
Butch didn’t even ask her for her name, he had wanted her so primal. She had taken him home and he fucked her.
He made love to Marissa, what he did with her was nothing but fucking. She gasped, moaned and hollered as he made her come and himself come so many damn times.
It wasn’t until she has passed out; the sky started to light up told him that he needed to leave.
He came home to Marissa, comforted her and thought that he could push his mistake to the side. To never think about it, but he did.
Chocolate brown eyes were in his dreams.
He had wished he had asked for her name. It was a few months ago when Marissa called him out on it.
“I know something happened when I went into my ‘Needing’, Brian,” Marissa murmured.
It was then the damn broke loose, Butch grovelled at Marissa feet. The female had thrown his ass out to sleep on the couch and didn’t talk to him for days.
It’s been a few months since Marissa took his sorry ass back, Butch promised never to touch or look at another female.
It was closing in on their fourth anniversary together and Butch knew that Marissa had mentioned trying out the new German restaurant that Bella had been raving about to the other females when Zsadist took her there.
He called and made reservations yesterday and was now walking arm and arm with his female. God, he didn’t know why he looked at another female when he looked at Marissa.
She was perfection.
“I love you,” Butch murmured, Marissa smiled at him and leaned over to kiss him. Butch practically growled at the taste of her lips on his.
Marissa laughed; “Down boy,” she teased him.
They came to the Die Schatzkiste and Butch opened the door for his love. He followed his female inside and stood at the door.
Butch scanned the room for potential threats before his heart stopped.
“Fuck…,” he whispered, Marissa looked at him and then jumped as the clang of glass hitting the floor.
Butch stared at the woman before him. Chocolate brown eyes wide with shock, her full lips down, her breast firm and, “Fuck” Butch murmured again as his hazel eyes scanned over the swollen belly.
“Butch…No…,” Marissa gasped only loud enough for him to hear.
A lady from the back tables rushed to her, “Madline.”
Ahhhh…Her name was Madline. It was beautiful.
God, did he have some instinct for liking women with first letter ‘M’.
“I’m okay, Trisha…Nothing happened, the little thing kicked me….” Madline gasped, startling Butch as suddenly the smell and slight of blood hit him. The brown pants that the woman had been wearing darken with wetness, too dark to be water. Madline’s face contorted in pain, agony as she fell to her knees clutching her stomach she fell straight into the glass shards.
It was suddenly a whirl wind, somebody screamed there was blood, and then the paramedics rushed into the place, shoving him and Marissa out of the way. He couldn’t get mad at them, God, there was so much blood.
It was a 30 minutes later that Butch had Marissa back at the Mansion. He was still in shock.
“Butch,” Butch looked up into the blue eyes of his female.
“She’s the one, isn’t she, “Marissa took her hand into his.
Butch blinked and nodded.
“That unborn young is yours, isn’t it,” Marissa murmured.
Butch nodded his head dropping.
Marissa sighed, “God, this is fucked up,” she murmured.
Butch was startled by the aristocrat’s language but he smiled at her, “I like it when you curse,” he murmured.
Marissa chuckled and then went into full blown laughter, Butch following in.
“So what are we going to do?” Butch asked after they had stopped laughing. Marissa looked at him with her blue eyes; her eyes spoke already what she wanted.