The Fuck

Fahmeen's POV:

I was sitting with Sam on the balcony, flipping through wedding magazines. That's right, the planning was back on.

Seeing the family was like a shot of adrenaline. Completely necessary for me to move on and look forward to the future.
"I feel rejuvenated."

Sam sips her drink and tips her flamboyant sun hat in my direction.
"I can see it. Glad I could help."
"I'm glad you guys are here. How was her grave looking before you left?"
My sister takes off her sunglasses.
"As you left it, with just a couple more flowers."
I smile at her, settling down and resuming the wedding planning.

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Rolf's POV:

I invited him over yet again. We're standing in the kitchen, me grabbing a drink and him watching me as I do it.
"How are you doing?"
I ask politely, wanting to make things less awkward.
"Very good. I feel like I have my family again." He looks almost proud as I pass him a drink. George straightens up and leans back against the counter, eyes monitoring my movements. I feel like I need to be suspicious around him, like there's some big dirty secret only he knows about and with the way he looks at you, he'll threaten to expose it. Funny thing is, he's the one that always had something to hide. In fact, George should be on his knees around his family but he's acting as if he's won them over already. All those years of grief you've given them won't disappear in a matter of days, George.

"That's optimistic. Does that mean you're going to try to win them back?" I mimic his posture, finishing the remainder of my drink.
He scoffs at my question and puts his drink to the side.
"Win them back? Haven't I won already?" He looks around as if to gesture to where he is. Unbelievable.
"I wouldn't say that."
Our eyes don't leave each other's and as I turn my back to him, I blow out a breath, frustrated from that conversation. I can't help but let the door slam behind me and I'm sure I hear him chuckle.

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Fahmeen's POV:

"That's a beautiful dress, honey."
My father looks over my shoulder as I've been stuck on this one choice for a while. I mask my discomfort of the words of endearment with a smile around Sam. She's not used to it whereas I've gotten used to it.
"I think so too. But Sam prefers that one." I point to the magazine in front of me, thinking dad would look there too but he's looking in front of me. Sam is staring at him, I can sense the growing tension. She never could hide her feelings around my father, and he knew that.

"We should go see what the boys are up to. I'm getting bored up here." She stands up, dismissing his presence.
"Yeah you should. Rolf especially seems like he needs company."
Perplexed at what he just said, me and Sam pause and just watch as father walks away. Her eyes narrow at his back and she furiously puts her shades back on.
"Lets go."

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Rolf's POV:

"How's my dad around you?" She asks me, sitting on the bed with a pillow in her lap. I don't think she's realised it yet but I can see the growing stomach. It's like a little pouch, a pouch with our baby inside of it.
"He's fine."
I'm not going to jeopardise a potential relationship with her father. Sure he's an asshole, but he's seeming alright around her. For now, anyways.

She takes in my few words and pokerface for a minute. Then when she accepts what I said, she gestures for me to come to her. Warmth floods through my body and I find myself smiling, approaching her body beneath the covers.
Relaxing, I allow her to take from me what she needs before settling close to her.
"My favourite part of the day." I mumble in her hair and she strokes my chest. Up and down. The motion is making me sleepy.

"Me too." She whispers, and before my eyes close she takes my one hand to rest on her stomach.

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Fahmeen's POV:

I'm laying on my side, a position I much prefer these days. Mostly because Rolf always wraps himself right behind me, and I love feeling his morning woods. Like right now, I can feel him awake. I keep my eyes closed, waiting to see what he'd get up to when he thinks I'm asleep. So far, he's leisurely stroking my stomach - which seems a little big by the way. It's only been perhaps three weeks of pregnancy and my stomach is no longer flat. I refuse to believe it's the way I've been eating here.

His leg comes up on top of mine, and with a snug grip he encloses himself around me. I'm completely in his arms and his head just rests behind mine, practically on my pillow. Soft, sweet kisses start on my neck and his hand is venturing lower. I'm wearing only underwear and a t shirt. Then his thumb strokes inches away from my pussy, which is slowly getting wet just by being so near him. His teeth is tugging at my earlobe and he switches to kissing and sucking in the area. I'm struggling to stay still and quiet. But I want to carry this on for as long as I can.

In the quiet of the bedroom all I hear is the noise of him tasting my skin. It's sexy and it's turning me on, especially as it's morning. I'm the horniest in the mornings too. His one finger slips inside of me and I hear his gasp, he didn't quite expect that. I grip the sheets trying not to rock against his hand. It's torture, sweet sensual torture. He gets more aggressive and slowly, he's thrusting against my ass.

Keeping my eyes closed, I open my legs a little hoping I don't make it too obvious. Rolf doesn't seem to notice and I feel his other hand underneath me and slipping under my t shirt. He holds one of my breasts while fingering me, softly moaning in my ear.
"Your skin tastes so good."
A sleepy whisper in my ear and I bite my lip from speaking out. I feel flushed and warm.
Okay I can't keep this up anymore.
"Can you please fuck me?"
I make sure that my voice is polite and gentle. It still catches him off guard but he responds nonetheless.

...

"And this is for mom when she gets a little tired from the heat."

"Aw Rolf. This is precious. So precious." My hands are busy feeling every carved in detail and I can feel him watch me. His wood work is exquisite.
"You can make a living out of this baby."
He chuckles and wraps his arms around me from behind.
"I think I'll stick to teaching for now."
"But you don't have to if you didn't want to. You know that right?" I turn to face him, wanting to reassure him of his talent. I feel as if returning to work isn't making him happy anymore. To be honest, since he's come home he's looked the happiest. My baby needed this after all we've been through and I would move across the Pacific if I had to.

I stroke his cheek, looking him dead in the eye. I'm serious.
"I'd go anywhere with you. If you wanted to never leave here, neither would I. Everything for me lies with you."
I kiss his one hand and lay it on my growing stomach.
He blinks hard and clears his throat.
"Okay." He whispers and pulls my face close to his.

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*"You can't say anything, okay? I'm trusting you to keep this between us."*

*"Okay. I-I promise."*

Fahmeen's POV:

Weirder conversations have been overheard but I can't shake this feeling it's something big Rolf is talking about. To whom, I don't know. I guess that's what makes it so mysterious and a little shady. But I won't doubt him, anyone but him. It was just weird.

I climbed back into bed and pretended to be asleep just before he returned. He silently gets in and for a while I hear no rustle of movements. I bet he's staring at the ceiling, lost in his head.
What was he talking about? And to whom?

Few days later:

"Whose number is this? That's pretty handwriting." I admire the dainty piece of paper that is peeking out of Rolf's jean pocket. He brushes past me and quickly takes it out of sight.
"Nothing important. Just an old friend. Come on let's go eat."

Few more days later:

"He's returning late isn't he?"
I see where my dad is looking to and it's Rolf getting out of his truck. He sees us two and I see the smile for me quickly fade once his sights set on my father.
"He's busy." I shrug, not wanting to make issues.
"I would air it out honey. Better to squash it now than later." My father stands and puts on his jacket just as Rolf approaches us.
"What do you mean? There's nothing to air out."

Is there?
But maybe there is some truth to what he's saying? I mean, he's got that kind of experience and I've seen it secondhand. Rolf doesn't look too relaxed anymore around dad now. It's getting to him when he comes around. But things are so much better between my dad and I. And I was grateful to have a father.