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able to love?
He brushed her hair back from her tearful eyes.  I won t let anything happen
to you. Believe me. Everything will be fine.
Daniel didn t believe for a second that she was going to die, or he would have
ripped their baby from her womb himself. When praying fervently to lose the baby
naturally didn t work for her, she made an appointment to have an abortion, which
got rather involved since they were in Australia. In this, for once, he did not feel he
had the authority to control her, so he held his silence and waited for the day. As
he d suspected, she was unable to go through with it and came home from the
appointment a mess. She cried for hours in his arms, wretched and scared.
But from that emotional afternoon, it was a reality. They were having a baby.
Wednesday and he had created a life together, however accidentally, and they
would soon be a family. Shortly after they returned to LA, he made Wednesday his
wife. She only fought him a little. A few good, strict spankings and a marvelous ring
did the trick.
And yes, it galled him that he was doing exactly as Vincent had directed, doing
exactly, to the letter, what Vincent had prescribed.  I want you to love her and baby
her and discipline her and marry her and get her pregnant with little Daniels and
Wednesdays.
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Vincent had been excited to hear about the baby, but he hadn t been invited to
the wedding. Not a chance. Their shotgun wedding was a private affair between
them and a justice of the peace. Afterward Daniel took her home and fucked her in
the middle of the living room with her wedding dress over her head and then tied
her to the tree and spanked her. She wouldn t have had it any other way.
After that they kept as well as they could to their usual routines, even as she
grew and changed before his eyes. Her breasts wow. Pregnancy and breasts. God s
apology to men for those pregnancy hormones that made life a living hell. He still
found ways to discipline her, although inventiveness was the order of the day. No
nipple clamps, because nipple stimulation could cause preterm labor. They had both
almost cried over that. No hard spankings, no rough stuff, and no marks or welts
when she had an appointment coming up. In the eighth month, she had to start
going to the doctor weekly, and at that point they mostly gave up on the kinky play.
But he still fucked her, still lusted for her. He still bedeviled her even when
she pushed him away, complaining she was a house, a blimp, crying that he couldn t
possibly be attracted to her. He was attracted to her more than ever, although he
could never convince her of that.
Unfortunately she was also convinced her chances of survival were slim. She
regularly fell into fits of deep despair and fearfulness. They attempted a childbirth
class together. He hoped it might help her manage her anxiety, but all it did was
make her more anxious, and she pulled him out of the classroom in the first hour.
So finally he left her to her writing and her nervousness and did all the things that
had to be done to prepare. She wouldn t shop for clothes or pick out anything for the
baby, ambivalent as she was, so he did everything down to painting and fixing up
the nursery down the hall from their room.
It was the smallest bedroom and the darkest, good for baby napping. He
painted the walls all of them. The rest of the house was as white as ever, but the
baby got all the colors of the world, rainbows and trees and happy bears and a
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smiling sun. And pink bows and flowers, because they discovered in an awe-
inspiring ultrasound that they were having a girl.
That was the closest he d come to losing it with her during the pregnancy, that
day when she wouldn t look at the screen. But he looked, and he saw, and he
described it to her later in bed over her soft sobs and tears.
 Ten fingers, ten toes, two arms, two legs, he d whispered, trying to infuse his
voice with all the enthusiasm he couldn t draw from her. He wished he could pour it
into her ears like his words that enthusiasm and excitement she refused to feel.  It
was all right there on the screen. You should have seen it. She was beautiful. I
looked right into her face.
 Who did she look like? she d asked, curiosity overcoming her stubborn
attempt not to care.
 Well. Skeletor, but she has some more time to grow and develop. She d
laughed then, relaxing against him.  You could see her eyes and her nose and her
mouth, Wed. It was just amazing, seeing her there. After that they d called their
poor baby girl Skeletor for months. They were unable to decide on a name.
 Let s just decide when we see her, Wednesday suggested.  You can pick out
the name when you see her.
You can. Of course. Because, Daniel, I ll be dead.
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Chapter Twelve
The baby was going to kill her. Wednesday knew it. That was, if she didn t kick
her to death first or kill her from lack of sleep and lack of sex. Daniel tried, he really
tried, to fuck her, and he did manage somehow, but it was hard for her to enjoy it
when she looked and felt like a whale.
From time to time, to torture herself, she went to the armoire in the corner of
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