Married To Mr. Serial Killer{#thewattys2018}(BWWM)(Story #1 Completed)

★Mrs. Jericho James~ Pt. 1

**Edited**

"So... when are you going to push me out a kid or three," he asked. This crazy ass fool wanted kids? He plopped himself up on an elbow, resting his chin on a huge fist and stared me down with his eyebrows high on his forehead, patiently waiting for an answer. His dark hair was freshly cut and there wasn't a spec of facial hair on his perfect face. I reach out and stroke his cheek because I couldn't resist. I had forgiven him for what he did. Believe mewhen I say he made it up to me.

"Sorry, I'm still on birth control. Plus, kids take away everything, including your life and I still want to have fun." He frowned looking genuinely sad. It was so cute. Then his eyes held that mischievous gleam. "Jericho," I warned. "Whatever it is, don't do it." He ignored me and threw the duvet aside getting out of bed and went into the bathroom.

He returned into the room a moment later. There was something in his hand. "I can help you out with that," he said and walked to the window. "To new beginnings." Jericho opened the window and threw something out. My apartment was on the third floor and the dumpster was just out back. I heard whatever he threw out of the window hit the dumpster.

I furrowed my brows out of curiosity. "Jericho, what did you throw out of the window and into the dumpster?"

He turned to face me pointing a thumb behind him towards the window. "Oh, that? That was your entire stash of birth control."

I grew silent. My mouth dropped open. I didn't know what to say or how to react. I just stared, dumbfounded. "Y-You threw my birth control out of the window?!"

He smiled looking proud of himself. "Yep. You're one stubborn ounce of chocolate. So I just gave you a jumpstart to get movin'. If I told you to stop taking them you wouldn't have listened to me."

"You damn right..." I trailed off as a thought occurred to me. Then I smiled. "You know what? That's okay, Jericho, that's really okay." I grinned.

"Mmm, damn I love you. See you're learning."

"Yes, yes I am." My grin grew even wider.

Two could play this game.

He practically tackled me flat back on the bed. "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you."

"Mhmm."

"You make me so happy... and so hard." He was raining kisses all over my face and neck.

"Mhmm."

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"Good evening, Mona," my doc greeted me as she walked into the examination room. Doctor Rachel Ford has been my M.D. since I turned eighteen. I chose her because us black people need to stick together and support one another.

"Hey doc," I replied as she walked to her computer and sat behind it. After the nurses performed like a gazillion tests on me only then was I able to see her.

"Okay... So you wanted to switch your birth control pill to the shot. Correct."

"Yes, that's correct." To keep my baby-crazy husband from knocking me up, is what I didn't say. She clicked and typed away on the computer bringing up my file.

She blinked several times at the screen then laughed softly. "Yeah. That won't be happening," she said more to herself than to me.

"Why not?" I still answered.

"Well, because that protocol pregnancy test the nurses dipped into your urine sample came back positive."

My heart skipped a beat. "You're lyin'," that was the only thing I could get past my lips without screaming.

She shook her head. "Nope, these tests are pretty accurate."

"I was on birth control for fuck sake! It's only been three weeks!"

"I tell all my patients birth control isn't one-hundred percent especially if you are not using any other contraceptive. As far as it only being three weeks...well from experience with my first child I knew very early too. Think of it this way, the sooner you know the better. I'm going to have you take a blood test and I'm scheduling you an appointment three weeks from now so we could perform an ultrasound that way by then you'll be further along. No symptoms yet, right?" I shook my head. She begins to type away on the computer yet again. "Okay. Congratulations and I ordered you a lab so just go downstairs for your blood work."

Haha, the joke was on me.