“But there’s nothing like the warmth of the one who has put in the time and you know is gonna be there… I’m in love with a girl who knows me better, fell for the woman just when I met her…”


It was the day before Christmas Eve and Marie was hesitant to tell her mom about the pregnancy. Even though she’d been in Connecticut for half a week, she put off the conversation for as long as possible. But with Marco flying in tonight, she figured she had to tell her mom before he arrived.

They had spent the past few days catching up, and although Marco had come up in conversation, Marie said as little as possible. Even now as she and her mom sat in the living room, casually chatting, she tried to say the bare minimum. Her mind was reeling. There was no easy way to work it into normal conversation. Under no circumstances was this considered normal.

“Lizzie told me about what your father did,” Carol started on a new subject that they hadn’t covered in the past three days. “I swear if he ever lays a hand on you again, I’ll wring his neck.”

“Well now I’m a little bit more scared than usual,”

“I would be too, honey. I can’t believe he actually did that to you.”

“That’s not really what I mean…”

Carol stared at her, knowing she’d continue. And Marie felt her cheeks get hotter, physically dreading the conversation. She took a deep breath hoping it’d help, but when it didn’t, she just forced it out of herself.

“I’m pregnant,” she blurted out, feeling like the life just got sucked out of her. And by the looks of her mom’s expression, she felt the same way. Carol set her wine glass down on the coffee table and began fidgeting around. “Say something,” Marie urged.

“I thought you were on birth control.”

“I was… I was switching over to a new pill and I don’t know. It just happened,”

“Why weren’t you using protection?”

“Mom…” Marie moaned. Although they were valid questions, she didn’t want to divulge that information to her mom. “I’m pregnant,”

“Have you told your father yet?”

Marie shook her head, “I don’t want him to hurt Marco or the baby. I’m afraid of what he’ll do to them.”

Carol covered her eyes, “my god Marie, you’re just a baby. You’re my baby…” She dropped her hands and Marie could see that her mom was now panicking. “And Marco’s not here… he’s going to leave you…”

“No,” she interrupted, putting her hand on her mom’s arm. “He’s not leaving me. He wants to be a dad, and he’s really excited to have a kid with me. He’s just finishing a game, he’ll be here tonight.”

“Lord, Marie… I never thought you’d be getting into this situation. You’re smarter than this. And now I have to pretend that I like him? You know I was hesitant about this relationship from the start and now he’s going to be the father of my grandchild?”

“I love him, mom. The only reason this kid is being born is because two people fell in love. We may have not wanted it to happen right now, but it’s not a mistake.” She sat back on the couch and folded her arms, “and when he stays here for a few days, I want you to be nice to him.”

“I’ll try be nice and pleasant. I promise you,”

Marie decided that was a good place to end it. She knew her mom would be good to her word; that was for sure. And now that her mom knew everything, she couldn’t wait for Marco to show up. It had only been a few days since they’d seen each other, but the anxiety of having this talk with her mother had thrown Marie for a loop. And she needed to see him and be held by him.

As it got later and later, it was evident Carol was fighting everything in her to keep from falling asleep. She wanted to be awake to see Marco tonight, while Marie wanted nothing more than for her mother to retreat to her bedroom. She wanted to be able to talk to Marco tonight without having her mom around right away. Unfortunately though, by the time Marco was knocking on the front door, Carol was still awake and ready to greet him.

Marie got up from the couch and opened up the front door, seeing a Marco she knew all too well. He was still dressed up in the suit he had worn for the game and had his duffle bag slung over his shoulder. She jumped up into his arms and he held her tightly, pressing his lips to her forehead. When Marco looked up, Carol was watching them in the foyer with her arms crossed over her chest. He walked in further and shut the door behind him.

“Ms. Rosen, nice to see you again.” Despite having Marie still clinging to him, Marco held out his hand to Carol.

She shook it but her eyes never left Marie. “My daughter told me about your news,” she flicked her eyes up to Marco’s. He didn’t say anything, but rather looked ghost white. Marie turned in his arms and stared at her mother. “Congratulations,” Carol added.

“Thank you… we were both a little nervous to tell you,”

“How’d your parents take it?” Carol led them further into the house.

“They don’t know yet. You’re the first person, but I have a feeling they won’t take it as well as you have.”

Carol nodded and wrung her hands together, “well I guess I’ll get some rest in before tomorrow. I’ll see you both in the morning,”

“We might not be around when you get up. We’re getting an early start tomorrow.” Marie paused and licked her lips as her mom stared at her suspiciously. “Marco and I are going to church,”

“Since when do you go to church?”

“I’m afraid that’s my doing,” Marco stepped in. “I used to go a lot as a kid, and now with my job it’s hard to go often, but I try as much as I can.”

Carol suppressed a smile, “wow. It’s been awhile since I’ve even been to church.”

“Would you like to join us tomorrow. I’m sure the priest wouldn’t mind having another seat filled.”

After accepting the invitation, Carol ascended the stairs to her room and shut the door behind her. Only then did Marie turn in Marco’s arms, cup his cheeks, and kiss him slowly. He reciprocated the action and held her tightly.

“Can we go to bed? I’m pretty tired,” he murmured, curling his hands in her hair.

“Too tired for sex,” she whispered back, burying her hips into his. “Being pregnant has done wonders for my sex drive,”

“Your sex drive was never an issue,” he smiled, nodding his head towards the stairs.

Marie took his hand and led him upstairs and into the bedroom where she’d spent most of her childhood. Despite being admittedly promiscuous in the past, Marco was the first boy Marie had ever brought up to her bedroom. If she told him, she doubted he’d believe her, so she kept it to herself. It felt like she thought it should feel; bringing a man to the place that raised her. She could tell Marco was taking a special interest in her room. He was taking in as much as he could, looking around at the pictures pinned to several corkboards, and the books along the shelves.

“Vous avez lu Dostoïevski?” You read Dostoyevsky?

She giggled and laid down face first on her bed. “Je pense que nous avons eu cette conversation,” I think we’ve had this conversation before.

Marco smiled and looked at her, as she lay on her bed, already in the oversized t-shirt she slept in. He crawled over her and collapsed his body onto hers, grinding his hips against her ass as his lips navigated around her neck, biting on the soft flesh.

“Fottermi,” Fuck me. She whispered in Italian. It had been the product of one of their many Italian lessons. Marie had been serious when she asked him to teach her the language. She never could’ve guessed their lessons would be sexual by nature.

He nodded against her neck and pulled back for a moment, sitting on his knees as he unzipped his slacks and reach in to pull his member out. Being otherwise dressed, he reached beneath Marie’s oversized shirt and pulled down her panties until they reached her knees. Marco licked his fingertips and brought them in between her legs, smiling against her neck at what he felt.

“Someone’s already wet,” he pulled his lips away from her neck for a moment and looked down at his hips and ran his wet fingertips over his length before he dropped down to Marie and thrust into her.

With her legs together, she let out a quiet scream, and Marco reached forward, cupping his hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. He cooed in her ear to calm her down as he buried himself deeper inside of her. Already she could feel her muscles contracting around him, trying to adjust to his size, and she whimpered softly as he gave short jabbing thrusts into her until he bottomed out. She breathed out heavily through her nose as he kept his hand around her mouth, and she shut her eyes as he pressed his lips to the back of her head.

“I love you so much,” Marco murmured as he pulled back to thrust into her again. He kept repeating it every so often when he felt like Marie was getting close to not being able to handle it.

Once he pulled his hand away from her mouth, Marie turned her head to look back at him, nodding to him slowly as though she was encouraging him to keep going. The pain was shrouded by the pleasure as the feeling of his shaft stretching and filling her began to get overwhelming. He set one hand beside her, and the other on her lower back in order to get the leverage he needed to drill into her.

Beneath them the bed started to creak, and although Marco was afraid Carol would know what they were doing, he also couldn’t bring himself to stop. They let out soft moans together and Marie reached out to the side to hold onto Marco’s forearm. She tried to stay still for him, but his powerful movements were sending her upwards on the bed, and she reached out in front of her and pressed her hand against the headboard to keep herself in place.

“You’re so tight,” he growled, biting into her shoulder blade gently.

She let out a quiet hum as a response and set her head down on the bed, feeling her entire body contract as Marco reached around her body and placed his fingertips over her clit. Marie moaned again as Marco’s thrusts got faster and more intense, only to match the speed with the movement of his fingers.

Marie’s face contorted, and she buried her face into the sheets as her body flinched beneath his touch. She could feel him throbbing inside of her, making the fit feel even tighter. And within a few minutes, Marco replaced his lips on her neck, smirking as her hips bucked forward into the bed and her entire body rocked beneath him.

As she rode out her orgasm and felt her muscles clench down around his shaft, she felt Marco lose it as well and he gave her a few final thrusts as his member twitched inside of her. He shot the last of his load inside her and grunted in satisfaction as he pulled out.

Marie turned around on her own volition and sat up with her body still between his legs. She wrapped her lips around the head of his dick and sucked him clean, keeping eye contact with him the entire time. He smiled down at her and tucked a loose piece of her hair behind her ear. When she finished and laid back down, he stood up and began getting fully undressed for the night.

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Marco was dressed in yet another suit early the next morning, while Marie and Carol both wore dark colored dresses and heels. They were out of the house by seven thirty, and were entering the church just in time to find seats before the sermon began. Marie held onto Marco’s arm as they walked down the aisle. They sat halfway back, and instead of feeling nervous about displaying affection in public like she had at the church in Montreal, Marie felt it would be odd if she didn’t show him any affection.

“I love you,” Marie whispered, looking up at Marco. She was between her mom and him, and although she could feel her mom staring at them, she didn’t want to stop.

He smiled and looked down at her, “I love you too.” Marco wrapped his arm around Marie’s shoulders and bent down to kiss her forehead softly. He glanced at Carol and grinned, “I’m happy you could come with us today, Ms. Rosen.”

“Marco,” Carol started, catching his glance. “It’s been long enough… and you are the father of my grandchild… I suppose you can call me Carol now,”

“Thank you,”

Marie set her hand down on top of her mom’s and gave it an appreciative squeeze. It took longer than she had anticipated, but Carol had finally given them her blessing in her own way. The priest stood up and began speaking, and from the start, Marco gave him his undivided attention. It was much like the way he’d acted in Montreal, speaking and following along as he was raised to do.

She stayed patient despite not particularly being thrilled with church. She could respect him for having a sense of faith, and maybe it was even a part that she found attractive. When Marie set her head down against his shoulder, Marco began stroking her arm soothingly, getting into the slow rhythm that matched the priest’s speech.

It felt good to be with him for the holidays. No matter what they spent the day doing, it’d be that much better because they were together. Marco handed Marie the hymnbook as a repeat of the last time they attended church together. With months having passed, Marie was sorry to say that her locating skills had not improved. By the time she found the hymn the priest had requested, the congregation was halfway through it.

Marco giggled at her futile attempt before he leaned over and kissed her lips quickly. Marie felt her cheeks flush and she tucked in closer to his side. She knew her mom would see their interaction, and she might even think it childish to be acting this way in a church.

Notes

"In Love With A Girl" by Gavin DeGraw.