"You bitch! You fuckin lied to me...you lied about everything!" Don shouted just before the room echoed with the harsh sound of a big palm striking soft flesh. He threw the shoebox he had been clutching against a wall on the far side of the room, the papers that had been inside scattered across the floor.
Barb held her stinging cheek as tears slipped from her pretty blue eyes. She deserved Don's anger. He was right. She had lied to him. And not just the small white lies people generally tell when they are in a new relationship. She had done the unforgiveable. She had not been truthful about a lot of things. Things that she knew were important to him. But she was too afraid of losing him to tell him the truth. She had said and done whatever she needed to in order to keep him interested in her. He was thirty-eight and ready to start a family. And she had foolishly thought that family could be with her.
"I'm so sorry Don...I didn't mean to—"
"Shut the fuck up!" he yelled. "It was bad enough you lied about not having any kids, only for me to find out that you have a daughter who is damn-near grown!"
"I know...that was wrong of me," Barb readily admitted tearfully. "But, she's a sweet quiet girl...you hardly know she's here—"
"That's not the point Barb and you fuckin know it! The point is you kept her a secret until after we moved in together. You sprung her on me out of nowhere. What kind of shit is that to do to a man?!"
"I know...I know I was wrong to lie about Katie—"
"I don't give a fuck about that anymore!" he growled. "It's nothing compared to the other shit you've lied about! Like the, not one, but two, abortions..."
"I was very young when that happened," she sobbed. She told him that she was fourteen when her parents had forced her to get that first abortion. And how, shortly after Katie was born, she had gotten pregnant again before her six-weeks checkup and her boyfriend—Katie's father—had made her to get rid of it. She was seventeen with no money and no place to go; she didn't have any other choice. Barb shuddered at the memory. "There were complications..." She struggled to get the words out through the tears clogging her throat.
"And instead of telling me the truth—you can't have children..." His dark eyes bore into hers with pure menace. "You intentionally deceived me! You had me believing you wanted a family as much as I did!"
"I do," she cried, "I do want to start a family with you—"
"But you can't fuckin have babies, can you?!" He grabbed her long blonde hair and yanked her head back so that she couldn't avoid his anger. "How the hell am I supposed to get the kids I want?!"
"We could adopt."
The fist in her hair tightened even more painfully, but she didn't dare pull away from him.
"Any kid of mine will have my blood...my DNA!" he grated before shoving her away from him as if he could no longer bear the sight of her. "I curse the day I laid eyes on you!"
Don stalked into their walk-in closet and hauled his luggage bags from the top shelf. He went back into the room and tossed them on the bed, unzipped them and began filling the smaller bag with clothes from his dresser drawers. Barb sat dumbfounded for a couple of minutes before finally gathering her wits and begging him not to leave her.
"Don, please! Please don't do this... Don't leave me!" she cried, throwing herself at her his feet. "I can make this right! I swear I can... Please! Please give me a chance to make it right... I can fix it!"
"You can't fix shit... You can't have babies..." He tried to shove her away, but she clung to him, her arms wrapped tight around his legs making it almost impossible for him to move.
"I can't... But Katie can!" she exclaimed desperately. "Listen to me...please Don...hear me out!" she said when he finally managed to shove her away from him and stood over her with his hands fisted on his hips.
"Katie is a sweet girl... she's innocent and trusting... and she just turned eighteen..." Barb could see Don's male brain working. His expression changing from hostile anger to possible consideration. She pressed her advantage; she knew she could get him to change his mind if she presented it right. "Katie is young and tender and will do anything to please us..."
Don's eyes filled with the wonder of new possibilities. He smiled. Not at Barb, but she didn't care. She would do anything to keep her future husband. Even if that meant helping him get her daughter pregnant with the baby he so desperately craved.
She'd do that and so much more.
*****
ONE MONTH LATER
"It's going to happen tonight," Barb whispered excitedly as she entered Katie's room and quickly closed the door. Mother and daughter stared into each other's ocean-blue eyes, one pair round with anticipation, the other pair filled with sudden anxiety.
Barb had gone to work on Katie immediately after almost losing Don. She had talked insidiously to her daughter about the importance of love and family and gratitude. She had gone on and on about how great their lives were now compared to their very poor existence before Don had come into their lives. They had gone from a dingy one-room trailer in a rundown trailer park to a spacious two-story house with a three-car garage in a middle-class neighborhood.
Barb had talked and talked until Katie was convinced that having sex with her mother's boyfriend was the right thing to do. Don was giving them everything they wanted. It was only right that they give him what he wanted.
"Come on, let's get you ready." Barb pushed a small rectangular box into her daughter's hands. Katie was surprised. She hadn't noticed the gift until that moment. She pulled the ribbon and unwrapped the box with trembling hands.
Impatient to show off the present inside, Barb snatched the top off the gift box and tossed it aside.
Katie gasped, her hands flying up to cover her mouth which was hanging open in surprise.
"Do you like it?" her mother asked, lifting the simple, yet elegant white bridal nightgown from the box and holding it up against her daughter's body.
"Yes... It's the most beautiful gown I've ever seen," Katie breathed in awe afraid to touch the delicate silk material.
"It's going to be a perfect fit," Barb chimed, pleased with herself. She and Katie were almost the same size even with their age difference.
For the next two hours Barb prepared her daughter to have sex with her boyfriend. She had shaved every strand of curly blonde hair from Katie's pink little pussy and given her a cherry blossom douche—Don's favorite flavor. She had dressed her long flowing tresses, oiled her body, and applied a light dusting of make-up to enhance her natural beauty. When she deemed Katie ready, she led her down the hall to the bedroom she shared with her boyfriend and tapped on the door.
It swung open immediately, as if Don had been waiting right there for them.