“What would you do if a girl was to get pregnant and the Dom didn’t want anything to do with it? Given, it would be the Dom’s entire responsibility to make sure he has a condom on but if it broke, or the sub just wants to use him as a way to get money to support the child,” Kenna said.
“As I require all Doms and subs in this establishment to use protection, I would not be the person that would take care of that issue. That would be between the Dom and his sub. Or vice versa,” Zachariah answered. “What brings this up?”
“I was just wondering. I was thinking about making this thing between Travis and I something more,” Kenna said.
“I’m gonna marry her,” Travis said with a pleased smile.
I looked up at him, switching my eyes back and forth between the two.
“Are you telling me you are pregnant?” Zach asked, but not entirely surprised.
“Oh, heavens no!” Kenna laughed. “Maybe in a few years. Don’t get me wrong, I want a child, but not yet. I’d hate to hide my sex life from a child. I don’t want to be like my parents and do it wherever. A child doesn’t need to see that.”
“Well, then why did you bring it up?” Zach asked, confused.
“Okay, it was my idea,” Travis said before grunting out as he shifted in his seat. He cut his eyes hotly to his Mistress, who only gave him a look to make him stay still. He then returned his eyes back to Zachariah. “What would you really do if Vidie was to get pregnant?”
“Other than it not happening at all,” Zach said, leaning back in his chair and placing his hand on my knee. “She’s on birth control and will be until we are old and gray.”
“But say if it did happen?” Travis asked out. “Woman.”
“What’s the matter?” Kenna asked, cocking her head to the side as she looked at Travis.
Travis simply groaned out, letting his head drop to his chest in reply.
I giggled at them. It was amusing to see my brother, who had never seemed to be bothered by much, be acting like a boy who was itching from the inside out to do something. I did have to wonder how these two were like on a normal daily basis.
“They are always like this, but ten times worse,” Zachariah said to me.
“I tried to keep it low-key,” Kenna shrugged, but not sorry for doing so. “But I can’t keep my hands off of him.”
“My question?” Travis said, lifting his head back up as Kenna took her hand away with a knowing smirk and wink my way.
I wondered if she had put my brother up to asking this. At least it was better coming from him than me on any day.
“If she happened to,” Zachariah said slowly. His hand on my knee flexed tighter in a way that sent a pull to my core. “I’d have her get an abortion.” The words were flat as they came out of his mouth.
“But wouldn’t that be her choice?” Kenna asked, shooting me a look as my face paled.
It was as I feared.
“Not when it comes to that,” Zachariah stated out in a demand.
“What about adoption?” Kenna compromised.
“No,” Zachariah said. His voice said to drop the subject, but Kenna apparently didn’t care.
“What if she wants the child, and would do anything to make sure she kept it? What if abortion is against her views?” Kenna spouted off.
“Kenna,” Zachariah growled out.
“Would it be worth it for her to hate you?” she asked. “Because certainly if she was to get pregnant, and you forced to her abort the baby, she’d hate you.I’dhate you.”
Having enough, I knew what my options were. I knew what had to be done if she was right.
“Red,” I called out as tears gathered in my eyes. I couldn’t sit here and listen to them argue back and forth.
I refused to sit here and let them talk about me as if I wasn’t even here. As if I wasn’t human and had my choices.
So, I called the word that would put a stop to all of it.
