Colette Smith (P.O.V.)
I had just woken up from my nap when I heard my bedroom door shut close. I looked around to see Callum entering the room. He placed his bags on the bed before he got onto the bed and laid down next to me.
Just then he rolled over to face me before he placed his hand on my belly and rubbed it.
“Hey, pregnant lady.” He teased before he lifted himself slightly off the bed to kiss me.
I smiled through the kiss and hugged him.
“Hey, you. I was impatiently waiting for you to get home to celebrate with me. How do you feel about everything?” I asked him as I played with his hair.
I guess it felt good because he laid his head on my lap and closed his eyes.
“I am very happy I get to start a family with you. I cannot wait until the little one gets here. I could only assume you have already begun picking out names.” Callum murmured, chuckling lightly to himself.
I felt his head getting heavier and heavier on me which indicated he was about to fall asleep.
I rolled my eyes at him and poked his rub. Callum is extremely ticklish so it served only right that he would jump in defense of me poking him on his ribs.
“Hey! Do not do that. You know I hate it when you tickle me.” He exclaimed and glared at me.
I poked my tongue out at him to tease him further.
“Well then, do not fall asleep when I am talking to you. Anyway, I was thinking about some changes we would need to do to the room for when the baby gets here. I know we just renovated but I can apply for another student loan, and we could expand the room a little bit so that when we put the crib in the room it would not seem so clustered.” I explained to him as I looked around the room for any little adjustments we would make.
Callum and I did not have our own house. Our mini sanctuary was really just my bedroom that we recently added new furniture to when Callum moved in. I still lived in my mother’s home and seeing as Callum would sneak in here a lot to spend time with me, she finally caved in and let him move in. Of course, to make that possible, Callum had to agree to help with the bills. We bought our own groceries which we kept in the bedroom. The only time we would go to the kitchen is if we had to cook a meal.
I come from a very dysfunctional family. My mother is a manipulative and abusive narcissist, and my twin brother is a drug addict who likes to steal a lot. When Callum moved in, this caused us to keep all of our groceries in the room because if we were to put it in the kitchen, my brother would either eat all of it when he has the munchies or he would trade it for drugs. We also had to change all of the locks in the room as my brother would also pick the locks and duplicate my bedroom keys so that he could steal things from my room.
Whenever I would speak to my mother about his behavior, she would act like she does not care at all what he does. However, when he interferes with her things, she would turn the entire house upside down and take all of her anger out on me because she knows to herself that I would never retaliate. I was diagnosed with posttraumatic stress disorder when I was just twelve years old. This stemmed from the sexual abuse I experienced when I was six years old from an old man who lived across the street.
The day that that happened to me, I remember running to my mother to tell her about what he did and instead she blamed me for it. She said it was all of my fault for getting sexually assault because I did not stay home. I did not stay indoors; and so, she went on to beat me and ground me for a week. From that day on, my mental illnesses began to develop. At the mere age of twelve, I was diagnosed with severe depression, bipolar mood disorder, and posttraumatic stress disorder/ Due to the presence of my posttraumatic stress disorder, I am unable to function normally around loud noises. Loud music is fine, but loud noises that are disturbing to me are not. Such things as yelling, loud motorbikes, and sudden banging, frighten me and it makes my body shut down. When I am around those types of noises I instantly panic and I stay frozen on the spot. It is something that has affected me all of my life. For this reason, I had been hit by passing motorbikes countless times because I would just freeze on the street upon hearing one approaching me. The fear of loud shouting and yelling stemmed from my mother. Whenever she would yell at my brother and get mad at him, she would beat me in order to take her anger out on me.
My father left when I was two years old and so he was never around to stop anything bad from happening to me. When I met him around the age of twelve years, he claimed that he cared for me, but he would only come around when I would beg him for money for school. There are a lot of things I would like to achieve in the future academically, such as getting into medical school, becoming a doctor, and then furthering my studies to become a neurosurgeon. I always had a fascination with the brain.
Callum used to always say that we were not a perfect match because I was used to dating doctors and lawyers and he was only just a security officer who had dropped out of university during his first semester. I constantly reassured him that professions do not decide whether or not I would willingly love someone. Although, when I met Callum and we became acquainted, I used to ignore his messages a lot because while I did have feelings for him, I refused to date someone who did not have as big goals and accomplishments as I did. The first time we hooked up I had no intentions of speaking to him again because I felt like he was just good enough for a one-night stand.
That night after we slept together, when I got home, I received dozens of messages from him which kind of gave the impression that he wanted to be with me long term. The messages repetitively said to be safe and that he had fun. I was truly surprised that he messaged me because I literally had no intentions of messaging him ever again. I thought about ignoring the messages, but the guilt consumed me, and I decided against being mean to him. I did not want a relationship with him or with anyone for that matter. I had just gone through a breakup, and I was going through my hoe phase.
Before I met Callum, I had been hooking up with a doctor who I had met on a dating website. Eventually, the doctor and I became really good friends, and we would casually have sex whenever we went out for drinks. It was a fun time until he had to leave the country to work at another hospital. When the doctor left, I began to give Callum a lot more attention and that is how we ended up meeting at the club - the rest is history.
We were moving rather fast with our relationship despite only having met a few months ago. I could only hope that our relationship remains just as vibrant as it is now.
Colette Smith (P.O.V.) I would not say that Callum and I had come very far because we have not. We were rushing things, but I did not care. Personality-wise, Callum is the best boyfriend ever, but I cannot help but think there is more to him than he is letting on. Whenever he is around me, he never gets texts messages; he claims he has no friends and all he does is play games. However, I find it hard to believe that someone who is as attractive as Callum is such a loner, but I digress. I refuse to overthink right now to ruin my mood. We both laid on the bed as we spoke about the pregnancy, baby names, and plans for even more renovation. Our conversation consisted of me coming up with ideas and Callum simply agreeing to everything I said. Even when I would randomly change my mind about something. It annoyed me that he was so indecisive and could never think or speak for himself but if that is the type of person that he is then I cannot change that.
Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)While I laid in bed, I watched as Colette excitedly texted my mother. It was not particularly a necessity for my mother to get along with the girls I dated, but it did sure help them feel like they were important to me when they did. Truth is, I really wanted a child. Specifically, a daughter but I cannot necessarily control the outcome, so I kept my mind open for other possibilities. I always had a soft spot for single mothers. As a matter of fact, I had a couple of female friends who are single mothers and before I met Colette, I would help them out financially. I could not explain the soft spot I had developed for them, maybe it has something to do with my mother.My mother was a single parent when she had my sister and me. My dad skipped out on us for another woman, then went on to have children with her and became the perfect father for them. I guess he did not like how we turned out. After my father left, my mother went on
Colette Smith (P.O.V.)As I ended the conversation with Callum’s mother, I got off the bed to go into the kitchen to fix myself something to drink. It was rather hot today and I felt irritated because of it. I did not have air condition in my room, just a lonesome fan that is only good enough to circulate the hot air around the room. I turned the doorknob on my bedroom door and unlocked it. When I exited the room and passed by the bathroom, I swore I could hear Callum talking inside there.I stopped to investigate my suspicions. I pressed my ear against the door in an attempt to try to pick up any noises inside of the bathroom. I know I could just simply open the door and go into the bathroom without knocking first as to catch him by surprise, but I decided against it. Usually when something bothered me, or I had my suspicions about something and I bring this to Callum’s attention, I always felt like he would gaslight me and in turn in the
Colette Smith (P.O.V.)Lisa Warden.I would not necessarily say she was my friend, but she always tried really hard to be my friend. She was consistent with her attempts and never took no for an answer. I always tried my best to avoid her, but unfortunately, we lived on the same street so she would often come over without an invitation or notice to hang out with me. Despite my numerous attempts to push her away, she never caught the hint, and she was under the impression that we were best friends.Lisa and I attended the same elementary school until we parted ways when we went on to attend different high schools. Lisa was always the outsider wherever she went. Everyone thought she was weird, including me. I was just never mean about it. When we were in elementary school, Lisa got bullied a lot because of her height. She
Colette Smith (P.O.V.)Before I could even escort Lisa inside of the house, she had already started talking my ear off about random stuff going on in her life. She started by complaining about her grandmother and the ill-treatment she is receiving. Then she hopped onto the topic of her financial struggles and now she is talking about her former boyfriend. She is supposedly considering getting back together with him because he has been begging to be with her again. However, despite telling me that this guy treated her really badly, would bully her, and make other girls make fun of her, her justification for giving him a fourth chance is that his d*ck is really big.On that tangent, she began to describe to me how big his shlong is, what it looked like, how good he was at using it, and how it lived up to the expectations of men with big feet. Whilst I tried to have an actual conversation with her this time, I could not get a word in because she was just
Lisa Warden (P.O.V.)I watched as Colette left the room, leaving me alone with her boyfriend Callum. I have had a crush on him ever since I laid eyes on him. I never acted on my feelings because Colette is my best friend, and I would never do that to her. At times I could tell that she does not want me around and merely tolerates my presence because I force myself into her personal space. I appreciate her for tolerating me, to say the least. I am a very social person which meant that I had a lot of friends, but they were the type of friends to only be around when things are going well.Whenever I would post on social media about being suicidal or frustrated, Colette would be the only one to message me to make sure I was okay or at least find out what was going on so she could offer some advice. I understand her more than anyone ever could. We were both mentally ill and I think that is where we find common ground to understand each other.Colette
Lisa Warden (P.O.V.)In my head, I imagined Callum coming home to me after work to a table full of food. Colette does not cook full meals for him, and I bet if I were to cook for him, he would be so much happier. I imagine him eating all of the food and as I cleared the table, he walks up behind me and wraps an arm around my waist.F*ck this. I feel like I am becoming even more sexually frustrated. I needed to find a way to release all of this energy.I know what I should do.I flushed the toilet to keep up the impression that I was actually using it and I exited the bathroom.“Let us go to the club! I want to get wasted!” I exclaimed as I entered the room.Both Colette and Callum exchanged looks before they looked at me.“I do not feel like going out tonight, but you guys can if you want,” Colette said looking defeated as she laid back onto the bed.Me, go out alone with Callum? Could I
Colette Smith (P.O.V.)"I want us naked; I want you wrapped around me, and I want this to last all night," I said in an almost desperate tone of voice.I am almost breathless as he ran his hand down my side and back up to capture my breast. His thumb grazes my nipple, and I feel the rumble in your chest when you feel it pebble under your touch."Hmmm, do you think you are ready for all that?" Callum asked, his voice is deep and sounds so sexy right now.He snaked his tongue out of his mouth and began playing around my lips."Let us see, sweet girl if you want me as bad as you say."Moving to the side, Callum’s hand moves up my leg and grips my knee, pushing it up and out. His fingers trail along my thigh and he grazes his knuckles across my satin-covered pu**y."Hot...check." Callum whisper against my cheek.His fingers travel under the lace hem."Soft...check."His lips are against my neck,