Chapter 10
Stan's POV
I decide to pay Kenny visit. I not only need someone to talk to, but I also need someone to smoke with. He doesn't smoke weed, but he smokes cigarettes which makes for great company for me. I ring the doorbell and within a matter of seconds, the door opens, and Tommy is on the other side of it. "Uncle Stan!" He says cheerfully as he hugs me.
I crouch down to his level. "Hey buddy! Is your daddy around?"
"Umm…he left." He looks around nervously.
I stand up. "Really? He left you here alone?" That's not like Kenny at all.
"I think he went on quick trip."
"A trip where?"
He shrugs. "I'm not sure, but I think he'll be back. He's not like my mom who left me and never came back."
"Dude…" Poor kid.
"Tommy!" Kenny comes up behind Tommy causing him to jump. He turns towards Kenny.
"Daddy, you scared me!"
"What did I tell you about answering the door?"
He points at me. "But it's Uncle stan!"
"I don't care, you know better! Not only that, you're telling him lies!"
He looks down. "I'm sorry…"
"Sorry isn't going to cut it! Go to your room! I'll be up there to tell you your punishment shortly!"
"But I want to talk to Uncle Stan some more! Please daddy!" He pleads with Kenny.
"NOW TOMMY!" Kenny screams causing the boy to jump again. He quickly runs up the stairs.
"Don't you think you were a little hard on the little guy?" I ask him.
He shakes his head and gestures for me to come inside. "I have to be. He doesn't listen half the time and it drives me crazy! Anyway, I know you didn't come over to talk about him. What's up?"
"Sorry for the impromptu visit, but I needed someone to talk to."
"Usually you talk to Kyle."
"I can't talk to him about this."
Kenny looks at me in shock. "This sounds serious."
"It is. Can we go in the basement and talk?" I hold up a joint. "I need to smoke!"
"Sure dude." We head down to the basement. Kenny cracks a window and lights a cigarette as I'm lighting my joint. He sits down on the couch. "So what's up?"
I sigh. "I don't know where to begin…"
Kenny chuckles. "It's always best to start from the beginning."
I sigh again. "It's Wendy. I'm trying really, really hard to be a good dad, but she's not letting me. She doesn't let me hold or feed Leah. She claims that I have and I just forgot. I know I smoke…kind of a lot, but I'm not that forgetful!"
"Do you tell Wendy how you feel?"
I nod. "She thinks I'm overreacting." I sigh once again. "I know I messed up in the beginning by not going to the doctor's appointments and I missed Leah's birth. I can't change that. But I'm here now! Let me be a father!"
"I really think this is something you should talk to Wendy about!"
I frown at him. "Weren't you listening? She thinks I'm overreacting if I say anything." I start tearing up. "I can't even remember the last time we made love…"
"You're supposed to wait six weeks, you know?" I can't believe he's trying to make jokes right now.
"It's been over six weeks! Not only that, we haven't had sex since she found out she was pregnant. Again, she tells me that we did and I forgot, but there's no way I would forget something like that! I don't think she's attracted to me anymore." I close my eyes and do my best to fight back the tears.
"Dude…"
"I don't know where things went wrong. What can I do to get her interested again?"
"I don't know dude. You said talking to her doesn't help, maybe talk to a therapist."
"She would never agree to that."
"I don't have any other suggestions for you."
"I don't either…" I'm really trying to fight back the tears.
"So why couldn't you talk to Kyle about this? He's better at these things than I am."
I take out a flask of whiskey out of my pocket and start drinking it. "Kyle is taking his role as god father too serious."
"Isn't that a good thing?"
"I guess, but I feel like he's overstepping. He's ALWAYS at our house now. Wendy even lets him tend to Leah. It's like they think I'm too immature and stupid to care for my daughter."
"Oh wow…"
"Even worse, I came home today and Wendy and Kyle were in Leah's room and she had her tits out! Her excuse was she just finished nursing Leah. But it wasn't appropriate for her to do that in front of Kyle! Of course she thinks I'm overreacting again! I'm sick of hearing that! We had a fight about this and she took our daughter and went to Nichole's house!"
"You didn't try to stop her?"
I shake my head. "No, she was pissed off and wanted to get away from me."
"You still could've tried to stop her. She doesn't have the right take your…daughter…"
I raise my eyebrow. I'm not sure, but something else off in the way he said that. "Is something wrong?"
He shakes his head. "No, why would there be?"
"It seemed like you had something else you wanted to say."
"I think maybe you should let things cool down then try talking to her again. Maybe you'll get a different response."
"Maybe…" I finish my drink and roll up another joint. Kenny probably wasn't the best person to go to. Like he said, I usually go to Kyle, but this time I can't. I honestly don't know what to do.
Kyle's POV
Wendy unzips my fly, took out my penis, and puts it in her mouth. The one thing different from before was that she did not take off her own clothing. She wore her dress the whole time. I tried to move, but it felt as if my body were tied down by invisible threads. I felt myself growing big and hard inside her mouth.
I saw her eyelashes and curled hair tips moving. Her bracelets made a dry sound against each other. Her tongue was long and soft and seemed to wrap itself around me. Just as I was about to come, she suddenly moved away and began slowly to undress me. She took off my pants, my shirt, my underwear, and made me lie down on the bed. Her own clothes she kept on, though. She sat on the bed, took my hand, and brought it under her dress. She was not wearing panties. My hand felt the warmth of her vagina. It was deep, warm, and very wet. My fingers were all but sucked inside…
Just then, the doorbell rings. "Ignore it…" Wendy moans. I try to, but the doorbell keeps ringing which is followed by someone pounding on the door.
"Ugh! Let me get it!" I remove my hand and reach for my pants and underwear.
"Whoever it is, get rid of them!"
I give her a kiss. "I will." I head downstairs and open the door and it's Kenny and Nichole and neither one of them look happy. They storm inside the house. "Sure, come on in!" I say sarcastically as I close the door.
"WENDY!" Nichole yells out. "WE NEED TO TALK TO YOU!"
"What makes you think Wendy's here?"
"Oh please!"
"Geez Nichole, no need to shout!" Wendy says as she comes downstairs. "What's this all about and where's our daughter?"
"Relax, she's with Token."
"Good. Now what's going on?"
"It's time for you and Kyle to either end this affair or come clean to Stan." Kenny tells us.
"Where's this coming from?" I ask him.
"You guys, this has been going on for over a year now. Leah looks more and more like Kyle every day." Nichole adds in. "Stan knows something isn't right because you're being a bitch to him. This needs to end. It's not fair to Stan."
"Do you know how many times Stan has come to my house to get high and pour his heart to me about how you two are treating him when it comes to Leah? He's very having a nervous breakdown." Kenny tells us.
"Wait, he's getting high? He told me he stopped smoking! That fucking liar!" Wendy is clearly pissed off by this revelation.
"I don't think you're in any position to call someone a fucking liar…"
"Plus Stan has reached out to Token and me multiple times to try to see if we know why you're acting so strange. It's not fair to any of us that we have to keep this secret."
"You guys are our friends!"
"But we're Stan's friends too." Kenny reminds her. "It's clear you don't want to be with Stan anymore, why not tell him the truth?"
"Kenny, back off. Wendy will Stan when she's ready." I step in.
"You're just as bad as she is. Stan is your best friend. He really wants to come to you about this, but he can't because you're always at his house. If you guys wanted to keep this a secret, maybe you should be more discreet!"
"I want to spend as much time with my daughter as possible. Is that so wrong?"
"No, but it's wrong to let your best friend think your daughter is his."
"She's six months old now. Soon she's going to start talking. Wouldn't you rather her call you daddy instead of Stan?" Nichole asks me.
"Hell yeah I would." I look to Wendy. "But it's completely up to you when you want to tell Stan the truth." I take her hands. "If you still don't want the truth to come out, I'll support your decision 100 percent.
"Kyle…" Wendy starts crying.
"What's wrong?" I ask as I wipe her eyes.
"We can't do this anymore..."
I would be lying if I said, I wasn't disappointed… "I understand. You want to stay with your husband."
"No, we can't keep lying anymore. When this first started, it was only about sex. But then you gave me the greatest gift, which is Leah. It's become about more than sex for me. We have great conversation and watching you with our daughter is so sexy to me. You've really grown as a person. Nichole called me out on it when I was pregnant and I denied, but I can't anymore. I'm falling in love with you Kyle. I'd rather lose Stan, than lose you."
I blink as I can't believe what I'm hearing. "I can't believe I'm going to say this, but I'm falling for you too. Not only that, but Leah deserves to have a real family unit. Not me coming over every day and spending time with her. I know I went along with this in the beginning, but I started having doubts. Once she was born, I never wanted to be away from her…or you."
"Oh Kyle!" She kisses me. "We're going to tell Stan the truth. It's time…"
