Happy Thanksgiving for all you in the States! Sorry I didn't post this yesterday, but it was a little crazy around here, so here you go!

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Chapter 13

Chris woke to the feeling of the bed dipping down behind her right before strong, tattooed arms circled her waist and brought her up against a muscular body. She stiffened for a moment before relaxing as Billy buried his head in the back of her neck and breathed deeply before placing a soft kiss on her neck.

"You okay baby?" He whispered in the darkness of the bedroom, "Did I hurt you?" He winced as he thought that he had found himself asking that very question a lot lately. Far more than he ever should.

Instead of answering, she turned towards him and cuddled into his chest. She knew he was sorry about earlier and right now, she didn't want to have the talk that she knew was coming. She just wanted, just for a little while, to pretend everything was alright between them like it had been.

"I love you Billy." She said with her voice muffled from where she had her head buried in his neck.

Billy sighed and pulled her even closer so that every inch of their bodies were plastered together as he said with a soft kiss on her head, "I love you too baby. More than anything." He wanted to add a plea not to leave him, but bit back the words. He would do better, he promised himself. He would finally silence the demons in his head that were trying to destroy what they had. He wouldn't give her a reason to leave.

He clutched her closer at the thought of her leaving him, of never seeing her, never touching her, never listening to the sound of her sleepy murmurs when he would wake up before her to leave to do his shift and he would kiss her goodbye. Of the sound of her laughing at some stupid joke of Joe's. Of her looking at him with tenderness in her blue eyes. Of never having her in his bed again. Of never smelling the baby powder that she dusted herself with every day. The thought of going without her warmth and love made the back of his throat and chest tight as his eyes burned with the threat of tears.

He promised himself he would do everything he could to make sure he didn't have to go without those things that he had come to love so much, need like he needed air to breathe. Never had he felt so close to loosing her as he did now and the feeling quite literally scared the shit out of him.

The next two days made Chris practically ecstatic with happiness. Billy had really seemed to change from the cold person he had been since his arrest to the Billy she was more familiar with. If anything, he was acting more tender and gentle with her than he ever had before. They still hadn't talked about things yet, neither one of them willing right now to upset the balance they had come too during the last two days.

Billy was still doing his shifts, but now not as much as before, making Heco put down whatever drugs he was currently doing and actually do his job so that Billy could be home at night more. Chris lounged in their bed for a while before she had to get up and get ready for work, thinking about the night before as Billy took a shower.

He had made love to her with an intensity that he had never displayed before. It had been their first time since whatever it was that had shifted in his head, and it had been so slow that the climax had drained them both and they both had fallen asleep with Billy on top of her and their bodies still joined. It felt as if he were trying to tell her all of his regret with his body and it had been wonderful.

Just thinking about it made her bite her lip as she grew wet. Throwing the blanket off of her, she grabbed her short bathrobe and tip-toed to the bathroom to join him. Instead, she found that he was finished and busy shaving. Swallowing a little lump of disappointment, she just watched him from the doorway.

Billy's eyes met hers in the mirror and he smirked. He knew that she liked to watch him shave, that she thought it was manly and it turned her on going by the look in her eyes. Taking one last sweep with the razor, he said, "Your turn."

"Huh?" she asked, not knowing what he was talking about.

He sauntered past her and shut the door as he flipped the lock. Taking her by the waist, he hefted her onto the counter and moved in between her legs. Kissing her deeply until she moaned, he backed his head up and looked at her through narrowed eyes as he smirked again and asked, "You wet for me baby?"

"Um-hum." She giggled and nodded as she lifted her arms to entwine them around his neck.

Billy's smirk grew and he picked up the razor and the bar of soap. Wetting the soap, he smoothed it over her mound with firm strokes that made her moan softly. "I think you need a trim to." He whispered huskily and grinned when she blushed. She did need to trim the jungle so to speak, she just hadn't been feeling like it lately. Normally, she only kept a small amount of hair there. He sank to his knees, pulling her hips to the edge of the counter and spread her legs wide apart.

Taking the razor, he made smooth, even sweeps, taking only a little of the hair that was starting to grow out at a time, not wanting to nick her. He interspersed the scrapping of the razor with kisses to her inner thighs. His thumb making frequent forays into her slit to brush her clit and her entrance, making her hiss and groan with desire as he pulled her skin this way and that to get a close shave.

When he was finished, he bit the inside of her thigh at the joining where her leg met her torso and then ran his tongue over the bite and sucking it. He angled her over to the sink and turned on the faucet to wash the hair and the soap away. Pulling her back to where she was as he shaved her, he went back down to his knees and ran the tip of his tongue up and down her pussy lips before pushing in further, his hand creeping down to pull the towel from his waist and grip his cock, sliding up and down his length slowly.

Chris kept one hand behind her to prop herself up as her other hand flew to the back of Billy's head as she felt the touch of his tongue. Her mouth dropped open as she gasped and her eyes started to roll into the back of her head. Pushing one finger inside of her, he ran his tongue up to her clit and sucked hard, shaking his head violently from side to side, making her cry out with pleasure. Releasing her, he again went back to gently using his mouth until she gasped for more, her hips straining towards his mouth, her hand unconsciously pushing his head closer to her, showing him what she wanted and how badly she wanted it. He would pull his head back with every roll of her hips, keeping the contact between them light, teasing her.

He chuckled, the vibration against her clit making her gasp and moan again as she whispered, "Please—please Billy."

"Please what baby?" he grinned wickedly, knowing exactly what she wanted and determined to make her tell him. Taking her clit between his lips, he pulled lightly.

"Ah—you know what." She whimpered at his ministrations as he pushed his finger deep and wriggled it around.

"Uh-uh baby. You gotta tell me what you want." He demanded from between her thighs, with his deep voice muffled by her inner flesh.

"I—I—" she whimpered again as he shook his face in her pussy.

"Come on baby." He coaxed, speeding up the rhythm of his finger as it slid in and out of her sopping wet hole and his hand as he jacked himself off, "Tell me. Tell me you want me to eat your pussy."

She leaned back on her elbows as she panted heavily, the sound of her breath and the wet sound of his slurping the only noise in the apartment. "I—I want…fuck Billy!"

"Come on baby!" he ordered huskily as he fisted himself faster and he thrust his fingers in her harder.

"E—eat me!" she gasped, feeling her orgasm building in her womb and wanting to cum so badly, "Eat my pussy baby!"

"Yess." He hissed, taking his hands off of his dick and his finger out of her and pushing her legs further apart as he located her clit with his tongue and clamped down on it with his lips, going wild, alternating between sucking on her clit and fucking her with his tongue, willing her to cum in his mouth. He felt her thighs tighten and her hips pushed further into him and he left her clit, sliding his thumb into it and pressing hard as his mouth latched onto her entrance, sucking hard, wanting to drink her orgasm down.

She moaned loudly as she came, her wetness flooding Billy's mouth and dribbling down his chin, still, he kept sucking and licking her until there was nothing left. Once he had licked up all of her cum, he kissed her entrance softly and looked up at her. She gazed back at him with a dazed expression, the flush of the blood that had rushed to her head during her climax still evident on her face. Standing up, Billy leaned forward and kissed her deeply, sharing her flavor with her.

Breaking the kiss, he smirked at her, "My girl's pussy juice, better than coffee in the morning."

Chris blushed and laughed, breathing deeply, trying to regain her energy. Wiping the sweat off of her face, her eyes landed on his impressive erection and she licked her lips.

Noticing her actions, Billy grinned and asked dirtily, "You wanna suck my dick baby?" he grasped his organ in his hand and slapped her on the inside of her knee with it. When she nodded, not taking her eyes off of him, he groaned, "On your knees babe." He ordered her as he helped her off of the counter and laid a heavy hand on her shoulder, making her sink to the floor.

She grasped him at the base of his cock and raised her eyes to his, keeping their gazes locked as she stuck out her tongue and licked him from root to tip, paying special attention to the slit at the top before taking him into her mouth, quickly and deeply, sucking him all the way in and down her throat in one move.

"Jesus Christ baby!" Billy groaned as he felt himself go weak-kneed, one hand burying itself in her hair, the other gripping the counter for balance in case his legs gave out. His eyes involuntarily closed as he felt her lips meet the base of his cock and her chin touch his balls.

Chris, her eyes still on his, splayed her hands on his ass and urged him forward and then back, telling him without words what she wanted him to do. He had always let her have the control whenever she blew him, but she now wanted him to do what made him feel good.

Moaning again, Billy whispered, "You want me to do it baby? You want me to fuck your mouth?" He groaned loud when she hummed, "Fuck Chris!" He hissed as he started to thrust into her mouth, pushing in as far as he knew she could take him. He started slowly, knowing he wasn't going to last that long with her humming, quickly building up speed and power. His hand let the counter and gripped her head as he moved her on him, tilting her head to different angles.

He watched her mouth stretch over him the entire time, making sure he wasn't gagging her. He inhaled a deep breath as he watched her hand drift down between her legs as her eyes closed, "Yeah baby. Play with that pussy. Get yourself nice and wet for me." He whispered to her as he fucked her mouth faster. Keeping his hands on her head, he tilted his torso back slightly so as to see the action of his cock in her mouth and her fingers between her legs better.

Good God, he couldn't remember ever seeing anything hotter than his girl, on her knees, deep throating him while she got herself off. She had never touched herself while he was with her, never needed to do that when he was perfectly willing and eager to do it for her. Unbelievably excited by it, he hissed as he felt his balls draw up. "Fuck baby! SHIT! AHH!" he roared as he released his seed into her waiting mouth, shuddering as he felt the contractions of her swallowing his juice.

He sank to the floor in front of her, his body pushing hers until she was lying prone beneath him as he covered her mouth with his own, sliding his tongue in deep, tasting himself on her. His cock stirred back to life as his mind wouldn't let go of the image of her sucking him off.

After arousing her again, he flipped her over onto her stomach but stopped her when she tried to get onto her hands and knees. "No baby." He whispered against the back of her shoulder, "Not yet."

Chris didn't know what he was planning and she was past caring at this point. Having him use his mouth on her had been great, but she felt the physical ache to have him deep inside of her, stretching her inner walls to the limit. She made no protest as he wedged his legs in between hers, still laying all of his weight on top of her and splayed his legs far apart, driving her legs into doing a sort of split as she lay on her stomach on the floor.

Without rising to his hands or knees, he thrust forward into her and started to stroke hard and deep. Every push forward served to rub her clit against the scratchy bathmat beneath her as his pubic hair ground against her ass, stimulating her from both sides. Reaching his hands under her, he squeezed her breasts and twisted her nipples as he continued relentlessly fucking her, driving her to the brink as he mouthed the back of her neck and shoulders.

In no time at all it seemed, Chris was crying out as she came again and still Billy didn't stop. One hand leaving her breast, it clasped her throat as he kept up his unrelenting movements in her body. She jerked nervously, the last time he had done it, she had thought she was going to pass out before he had let go.

"Billy." She gasped and he shushed her.

"It's okay baby." He whispered in her ear, not breaking rhythm, "I'm not gonna hurt you." He promised, and kept his word. He exerted only a small amount of pressure, just enough to demonstrate his dominance of the situation and of her.

They were both startled as the bathroom door flew open and Joe appeared in the bathroom. Taking one look, he flushed in embarrassment as he exclaimed, "Oh shit! Fuck!" he slammed the door on them and they heard him yell, "Sorry!"

That broke Billy's movements as they both snorted. Chris's head hit the floor and she groaned in mortification as Billy chuckled and started moving again.

"Billy!" Chris started to protest with another groan of embarrassment.

Billy snorted as he said clearly, "Like he don't hear us fuckin' all the time already baby."

She had to give him that point. The walls were thin in the apartment and they did get rather loud at times. Besides, whenever Joe had a girl over, they were able to hear him loud and clear, so Chris knew that he could hear what went on in her and Billy's bed. Besides, Billy's resumed movements were distracting her from any humiliation she felt. Keeping one hand on her throat, cupping it firmly, yet gently, his other hand slithered underneath her to cup her mound, pressing the flat of his hand into her clit so that she was literally almost fucking his hand.

Her desire built up quickly and she shoved a hand over her mouth to stifle her moans. Billy tightened his hand on her neck in warning as he hissed breathily, "Uh-uh baby—I want to hear you when you cum, you know that. Get that hand down!"

She did what she was told as she burst apart around him, crying out her release. Billy, feeling her tunnel get impossibly tight, grunted with the effort it now took to thrust in as he pushed harder into her and came with a loud groan. Humping into her with the force of each spurt of his semen deep into her womb, he shuddered as he finished off, panting heavily against her back as he felt her heart beat wildly against his chest.

Very, very tempted to stay right where they were, but knowing that eventually, Joe probably had to use the bathroom, Billy helped her to her feet after they caught their breath. Kissing her passionately, he said, "Come on. Let's take a shower."

"Mmm." Chris hummed with a goofy smile.

Billy grinned as he turned the water to the correct temperature and helped her into the bathtub before stepping in behind her. Just as he took the soap she offered him, Joe began to pound on the door yelling, "Aw come on guys! I gotta go! Stop fuckin' already, you have a bedroom for that!"

Chris snorted into Billy's chest as Billy smirked as he rubbed her upper arms affectionately while he yelled back, "Just hold on one minute!"

"But I really gotta go man!" Joe whined through the door.

Billy ignored him as he laid a kiss on the top of her head and they started washing quickly. They got out and dried off. Chris wrapped a towel around her, but Billy, not having a towel, flung the door open stark naked, growling, "Tie it in a fucking knot next time Joe!"

Pushing past them and hustling his big brother and his girl out of the bathroom, Joe shot back, "Keep it in your pants a little longer next time Billy! Your bedroom is two fucking feet away!" Just as he closed the door, he popped his head back out into the hallway and asked innocently, "Where is the air freshener, it smells like sex in here!"

Chris snorted and groaned as she slapped a hand over her eyes and scuttled into the bedroom. Billy guffawed to see her when he followed, huddled in the bed with the blanket over her head. Smacking her lightly on the butt, he got in beside her and pulled her into the curve of his body. Kissing her shoulder, they took a nap.

A few hours later, she started to get ready for work while Billy lounged on the bed and watched her dress with a smug grin. He loved to watch her as she applied her make-up and fixed her hair. She would fuss with it for so long, only for Billy to kiss her stupid before she left, leaving her all tousled and mussed. Today though, he wanted her to stay home. He had the night off from selling dope and he wanted to spend it with her.

"Baby, why don't you call off?" He asked with a low growl, telling her exactly what he wanted to do with their free time, as if they hadn't already done that. Really, she was still a little tired.

She narrowed her eyes at Billy and asked, "Call off to do what?" Billy just grinned at her and rubbed his crotch suggestively as he quirked an eyebrow at her. Chris snorted and said, "Are you planning to let me sleep at any time?"

"Eventually baby." He promised with a wicked look.

Chris stared at him a minute with her head tilted to the side and tapped her chin with a finger as she pretended to think about it. Truthfully, she knew Mike wouldn't have a problem with her calling in, Wednesdays were slow at the restaurant, rarely calling for more than one waitress and she already knew that there were three scheduled for the same shift.

Tilting her head down and looking at him through her lashes, she asked, "Promise?"

"Promise." Billy grinned, knowing he had won.

Giggling, Chris called her boss and faked a cough to get out of work, promising the other waitress that she would work her shift the next week so that Nikki could go out to celebrate her anniversary with her husband. Stripping the short black skirt and wine colored blouse, which consisted of her uniform, off, she crawled back into bed with Billy with a tired sigh.

Billy reached for her and started running his hands over her body as his lips strung wet kisses across her neck. "Billy," she said with a playful whine, "You promised I could sleep."

"I promised I would let you sleep eventually." He clarified, "I didn't promise you could sleep now." He chuckled and she giggled as his hand headed southwards.

A few days later, Chris nervously gnawed on her nail as she paced the bathroom of the restaurant she worked in during her break, a small tube sitting on the counter to her right. She gave up chewing on her nails and resorted to wringing her hands nervously as she waited the required five minutes.

Looking at her watch and noting that the time was up, she took a deep breath to brace herself and picked up the stick to take a look at the results. Two pink lines stared right back into her stunned face. Ripping the instructions off the counter, her eyes raced to what it meant. One meant negative. Two, hers, was positive.

Postive.

Two little pink lines had just rearranged her entire life and priorities.

She was pregnant. Knocked up. With child.

She was going to have a Baby Darley.

She was going to have Billy's baby.

She sagged down to the floor as she tried to get past the first hurdle of panic. She wasn't scared—okay, she was—but not that Billy would react negatively. They had discussed it way back when they first got together the possibility of her maybe getting pregnant because they kept forgetting the damn condoms. He had said that he wouldn't want any other woman to be the mother of his child, that he wouldn't consider it the end of the world, so she wasn't worried about his reaction.

She was just plain scared that from now on, for the next eighteen years—hell, the rest of her life—she was going to be totally responsible for the health, safety and well-being of a totally dependant human being. Sure, she had thought abstractly before about being a mother, but the awesomeness of the responsibility was just now hitting her in the face like a ten-ton diesel engine truck.

Propping her head on her fingertips with her elbows on her knees which were pulled up to her chin, she tried to keep from freaking out. Taking deep, calming breaths, she calmed down enough to think of the next step. She knew that there would be a possibility that she was pregnant after they had forgotten protection a few times about a month before Billy had gone to jail. While he was in jail, she had thought the loss of her appetite and frequent vomiting had been because of her nerves. After Billy's release, her nerves had taken a beating over Billy's attitude but since things had smoothed over the last week, she was still feeling tired and sick all the time.

When she noticed, in the bathroom mirror that morning, her breasts were larger, the nipples were darker and they were tender to the touch, she knew she had to take a test. Not wanting to say anything to Billy before she knew for sure, she had left him that morning with just her usual kiss and 'I love you' along with her habitual, 'Be careful'. If he had noticed that she was paler than usual, he hadn't remarked on it.

Should she warn him that they had to have a talk when she got off of work? She quickly decided that she should at least call him to make sure that he would be at the apartment when she got off. Sometimes, instead of waiting at their place by himself, he would have some of the guys over, or else hang out at Bodie or Baggy's places.

She didn't think that this conversation required an audience, besides she just wanted to hear his voice, so she rooted around in her bag for her cell. Shit, she thought, she must have left it at home. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that she had left it there in the charger on the nightstand of the bedroom she shared with Billy. Well shit, she was just going to have to take the chance that he was home and alone—or else she would have to wait to tell him until a good moment.

Mike knocked loudly on the door and asked if she was alright. "I'm fine Mike!" she called to him before standing up. Looking at herself in the large mirror over the row of sinks, she smoothed a hand over her abdomen lovingly before getting back to work, her thoughts for the rest of the day consumed by thoughts of Billy's baby growing inside of her.

Three hours later, her shift was about to end when Alisha came into the restaurant looking grave. The beautiful black woman looked around for a moment before spotting Chris and heading straight for her. Chris, noticing the seriousness of Alisha's expression, felt her heart stop.

As soon as Alisha reached her side, she held out a hand and grasped Chris's arm in a firm grip as Chris paled and swayed alarmingly. Before Alisha could say anything, Chris croaked through bloodless lips, "D—did something happen? Billy's alright, right?" when Alisha didn't answer quickly enough, Chris demanded shrilly, "Tell me he's okay Alisha!"

"He's fine." Alisha soothed in a soft voice and Chris let out a deep breath as she realized she had stopped breathing, but something was definitely wrong, Chris could tell that much.

She let Alisha draw her away from the concerned eyes of her boss and the other waitresses before she said in a low voice, "You have to come with me sweetie."

"Why? What happened?" Chris asked, frantic at the thought that something bad had happened to Billy. Jesus, not now, not when she just found out about the baby. Tears sprang to her eyes as she thought that her child might never know its father, that Billy would never know he had a little girl or a little boy.

Alisha, seeing her distress, shot a look over her shoulder at Wendy, who Chris had not noticed until then. Wendy had a whispered conversation with Mike, who nodded at whatever Wendy had told him and the two women led Chris outside, grabbing her things from Nikki on the way out. Once they had her in Alisha's silver Capri, They turned to her and Wendy asked, "Where's your cell phone?"

Startled by the question, Chris answered dumbly, "At home, why?"

Alisha sighed and said, "Because Billy found it and ran through your contact numbers. He—well, basically, he went ape-shit and destroyed your apartment. He threw all of your things out the windows and he's now at the bar drinking himself silly. Mandy is watching him while she works."

"What?" Chris gasped, horrified, "What the hell is he thinking?"

Wendy leaned forward and said seriously, "He's thinking that you're cheating on him with some guy named Robert that lives out of state, which we all know is bullshit, but there it is."

"Jesus Christ on a tricycle." Chris muttered and blew out a breath, "Not this shit again."

"Like I said sweetie," Wendy said, "we all know that you cheating on Billy is a stupid idea, but I gotta ask, who's Robert?"

"Bobby." Chris said simply. At their blank looks, Chris sighed, "My brother Bobby?"

"Shit," Alisha laughed, relaxing a little, "I totally forgot about him." Turning back to Chris with an apologetic look, she clarified, "I just mean that I forgot about him because you haven't mentioned him in a while."

"Yeah, well." Chris said with a shrug, "He's not that happy with me at the moment."

"Why?" Wendy asked curiously.

Chris blew her bangs out of her face and said, "He found out about Billy—more specifically, what Billy does for a living."

"Ah." Was all Wendy and Alisha said as Alisha started the car and started for the Four Roses, "Let's get you to the bar so you can straighten shit out with your man."