Shelly was happy while going through her first pregnancy. Dave would come over often and help around the house. Sometimes they would be so tired after cleaning, too tired for sex. She was getting bigger anyway and he didn't want her to lose his child, Chuck's child. That evening he sat at the table with Shelly and told her the news.
"I've been accepted into Seminary!" His face was so bright and happy, his teary eyes gave the depth of his emotion. But Shelly froze, Chuck was talking about having two children and she wanted to ensure they had the same father. Dave.
"What can I do Dave, I need to have another baby by you?"
Dave looked deep into her eyes and touched his finger to her nose and lips, then caressing her cheek he moved forward to kiss her full and deeply on her lips; allowing his tongue to roll around the inside edges. "Don't worry Shelly, Seminary is six months away and you will be giving birth in four weeks. There will be plenty of time for us to have sex.
Shelly smiled and looked into his sweet eyes. He was only eighteen years old, a teenager but more of a man than her husband. Dave was caring, considerate and willing to help with the household chores. Unlike Chuck. Now that she was pregnant he was out carousing after work telling all who would listen about his manly deed. He had made a baby! Then he would come home drunk, slap her on the face or buttocks at his whim; then force her to give him head till he came. Sometimes with a mean glint in his eyes, he'd spew his juices on her face. He was beginning to disgust her. The counseling wasn't helping. Maybe another baby would straighten him out, she thought. Maybe the responsibility of another child would cause him to begin the process of taking on adult responsibilities and quit acting like a millionaire playboy. Well, anyone can hope.