They Echo Me

23. Daniel

...So much for us being quiet.

I kinda forgot about that towards the end, once I started thinking about Emma being pregnant.

This was what started it, wasn't it?

I wanted to settle down.

I wanted to get married, have some kids, and be a good father. A better father than Alessandro ever could have been. I wanted to provide for and love and protect my family. I lost sight of that somewhere.

But now it was right here.

Right in my arms. My beautiful wife and hopefully our first child, cozy and safe in her womb. I forgot how much I wanted that, before Sienna and the depression and the bullshit.

But it was so close now.

I couldn't let it go. I couldn't let them go.

I wouldn't.

"Daniel, it's almost 2 AM! This couldn't have waited until tomorrow?" My mom yelled from the partially-closed doorway.

I carefully untangled Emma's legs from around my waist and eased out of her, watching as a mixture of our cum spilled out of her and onto the sheets, already enticing me into a second round.

There wasn't a fucking chance in hell that I was leaving here without her.

Emma quickly wiped between her legs with my sheets and dived onto the floor to grab her discarded underwear. I sighed, annoyed, but got off the bed to find my boxers and pants.

"Mom, I haven't slept apart from her in almost 2 years. It's fucking hell. I can't do this," I called back, tugging my pants up.

"Are you dressed now?" Rurik asked.

Emma had pulled her panties back on and fixed her nightgown, but it was still pretty short, so I grabbed her robe and waited for her to pull it back on before I turned on the lights. I yanked the door open, finding my mom in her own robe and Rurik just in a pair of sweatpants.

...They both looked a little sweaty.

"Daniel, I don't appreciate you coming into my house in the middle of the night like this. I never thought I would have to change the locks and my security code to keep my own child from harassing his—"

"I am not harassing her! I didn't force her to do anything! I just needed to see her. I need her to come home." I turned around to face Emma, who was standing awkwardly by the bed, looking like she might throw up again.

"Emma, we have things to...figure out. Just come home. I'll still go to therapy, and we—"

"Daniel, I'm not ready yet. I love you, and I missed you tonight, too. But you still haven't gone to therapy. I told you—"

"Right, but I TOLD YOU that it was going to take fucking WEEKS, Emma. You're going to live with my mom for WEEKS?" I took a step towards her, intending to just try to hold her, but Rurik grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"Get the fuck off of me. You are not my fucking father, just because you're fucking my mom again." I tried to shake him off, but he tightened his grip. I turned around quickly and shoved him hard, twisting myself away from him when he stumbled backwards.

"Daniel, you need to calm d—" my mom started to say, walking into the room.

"I will fucking CALM DOWN when you stop trying to police how I handle my fucking wife! This is INSANE." I walked quickly towards Emma and pulled her towards me by her shoulders, looking directly into her eyes. "Pack up your shit now. You're coming home."