Title: Daddy
Author: DMartinez
Disclaimer: Characters portrayed in the following work belong to Metz, Katims and the WB. 10 Days Late belongs to 3rd Eye Blind. No infringement was intended.
Rating: NC-17/Hard R
Summary: Michael cannot wait for his guest to get to the point.
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Daddy
Michael opened his door to a familiar face and stepped aside casually to let her in. Before the door clicked, his mind was working up another way to seduce her.
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Last time had been on the bike out in the desert. He let her drive and worked her up while the vibration set in, getting her all hot and bothered. His erection pressed against her ass the whole way. She hadn't even bothered to turn around. She just stopped the bike and lifted that little skirt. He couldn't get his jeans unzipped fast enough.
Michael would never forget the way she looked riding him that way. Her skirt slid up around her waist as her legs pushed her body up and down on him. Her ass moved tantalizingly against him. His eyes drifted up her back as she pulled her shirt off.
Her high-pitched cries rang in his ears. All he could do was lay back and enjoy the view of her back arching and her hair cascading down around her shoulders. His hand stretched out, fingertips grazing the soft skin on her back while catching glimpses of her breasts as they swayed from side to side.
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"Michael." Her voice snapped him back to reality. Her voice was full of tears. For the first time, he really looked at her pale frame. "I... we have to talk."
Michael gestured to the bed for her to sit. She stared at it for a minute and then turned back to him. "You should sit down, really, Michael."
Shrugging he sat and remembered, like he thought she was doing, about all the times that they had spent in that bed. Unbidden, the memories danced before his eyes.
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Her head hung off the bed as he pounded forcefully into her body seconds before he came, screaming her name.
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He watched her fingers grip the head board as he took her from behind, caressing her breasts and kissing her back.
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The bed creaked dangerously beneath them as they came together almost violently. Her beautiful breasts bounced in time with her thrusts. His hips arched up to meet her.
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"Michael." Her voice brought him back once more and he finally sat to face her. She never really wanted to talk before.
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Click your heels and feel you come for me
Carefree she's got something big to tell me
At the ocean, talk back at the ocean
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"I guess the only way to say this is just to say it." She wrung her hands then ran them through her hair. She was picking up his habits, he noticed as she scratched at her eyebrow.
"I'm ten days late, Michael."
Michael stared at her and let that information sink in. Ten days? For what? Ten days. Ten days. Finally it sunk it, just as his chest did the same.
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There's no simple way to let you know
Funny how she always cried out Daddy
I got a big surprise
She said I'm in trouble now and it cannot wait
She's ten days late
And boy your life got complicated
Well I can't wait to see this through
She's ten days late
Ten days late
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"I just realized. How is that? I mean... even you know that I don't come when I'm on it and I've come for the last five weeks no interruptions. Why didn't one of us notice sooner?" She prattled about her cycle but he sat there staring at her, his face an expressionless mask.
"One or three days is no big deal, that's happened before. It just means I'm stressed or I lost too much weight too quickly or... I'm sick." Her voice started to fade into the back of his head. He heard her words but didn't pay them much heed as he stood up but didn't make any other moves but to look at her with the same mask.
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Low ride bicycles go cruising by
I laugh I don't even know why
Talk back at the ocean
Consequence and ozone catch a glow
Oh no baby oh no no more
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"I haven't been sick in months. I'm not... well, I wasn't stressed and 10 days... that's like... sorry, see you next time. Or in this case... oh shit, you're screwed."
Michael continued to stare at her and say nothing. He realized that he hadn't even said a word since he let her in. He had been too busy thinking of ways to nail her to the bed or the floor to even comprehend that this conversation was crucial.
"I'm scared, Michael."
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Give me a minute now to figure out my state
Oh I know she's ten days late
And I don't know where to take it
But it's still great knowing you
She's ten days late
Ten days late
Time has come for you to choose
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"What are we going to do? How am I going to take care of a baby? I can't even take care of myself. I'm always getting help from my mother for something or another. What am I going to tell my mother? She'll kill me." She babbled and worked herself up into a fit. "Say something, Michael."
He didn't make a move.
"Michael." She started crying. "How are we going to tell my mother about the baby? I can't just walk up and say 'Hi, Mom. Guess what? Michael and I are having a baby.' And my Dad." She gasped. "He'll hate me. I've always been his little girl and now what... 'I'm pregnant with an alien baby, Dad.' That will go over real well."
Michael thought over all the times she had screamed his name as she came and he always found it hard to believe she had ever been anyone's little girl. Images floated through his head. Her body arching above his, below his, her breasts, her flat stomach, her firm ass. He couldn't quite put that with images of mothers, stomachs huge and ripe, breasts full, hair frazzled.
Her beautiful hair would never be like that. Her brown eyes would always smile at him.
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Bady daddies keep your boo
Many blessings come to you
Baby daddy keep your boo
Baby daddy keep your boo
Baby daddy keep your boo
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"Michael, talk to me. What are we going to do?" She screamed. "Are you even in there?"
Michael couldn't do what she wanted him to do. He didn't know what to do or what to say or how to make this right. He was going to be a father and the very idea frightened him to death.
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A little thing dependant on him for everything. Diapers, bottles, vomit.
He needed to be bathed, changed, fed, burped, held, loved.
He needed to be taught and trained and he would need a Daddy.
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"I could always just do this alone. Women do it all the time. I don't need you if all you can do is just stand there." She shouted and sank to the floor.
"I just told you that I'm pregnant with your son and all you can do is stand there." The tears streamed down her face.
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Your eyes look to me for what to do
I can't lie I don't know
At the ocean, talk back at the ocean
No one's laughing now what do I say
I walk away oh no don't go
At the ocean, talk back at the ocean
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Michael wished that was all he was doing. He wanted nothing more than for someone to hit a rewind button to before she had walked in. Maybe to that day or night that their love making had created life. Just for someone to make this undone. She had mentioned a lot of the things that were bad about the situation... save the main one.
This was bad. Alien baby. He was a father...
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Give me a minute now to figure out my state
She's ten days late
And I'm never going to fade it
I guess I'll always be knowing you
Ten days late
Knowing you
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Finally, his muscles responded. He held his arms out. She shot up off the floor and dove into them, sobbing on his shirt. She closed her eyes as his arms came around her to rock her gently.
Then he said something that made her know that he was going to be there. It didn't come with the pretty words that someone else might have used but Michael's statement was a promise to stay. "Shit, Liz. How are we going to tell Max?"
**END**