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Molly was panicking. Nothing fit! It was an unseasonably warm April day and nothing fit! All winter she was able to hide her growing bump under extra layers, but now that she was entering her third trimester she was fucked. Her bras didn’t fit, her pants wouldn’t stay up and her shirts made her baby bump glaringly obvious. Her mom still didn’t know and if she couldn’t find something to wear she was going to find out real soon. Her breaths came faster and faster as discarded clothes piled up around her. Her lungs burned as tears blurred her vision. Billy was on his way over and she would have to walk past her mom to get out of the house and she had nothing to wear!
She was spiraling as she threw clothes around her room making the chaos of it that much worse. The camero rumbled outside and her mom yelled up to her to hurry up. She was hyperventilating as her mom started banging on her door.
“I’m naked! Don’t come in!”
“Hurry up! I don’t want that degenerate revving that awful thing outside my house!”
She introduced Billy as her boyfriend at Christmas and her mom seethed. She made it obvious that he was too attractive for her and when he defended her…. well her mom decided she hated him. Molly squeezed into a bra and dug deep in her closet she found a pair of unflattering sweatpants and a hideous long sleeves block pattern top. It was garish and huge, a cruel gift from her mother, but it fit she grabbed a jacket and her messenger bag holding them both in front of her stomach as she ran out of her room.
“Wait!” Her mother grabbed her roughly by the arm and spun her around to face her. She moved her hand to grab Molly by the face. “Do yourself a favor and don’t eat while you're out. You’re looking worse than usual.” She sneered and pushed Molly away by her face. Anger and embarrassment burned her cheeks as she stormed to the car.
“What did she do this time?” Billy's voice was somber as he drove away from her house.
“The usual, I’m gross, shouldn’t eat, you’re a degenerate.” She looked over at him on the last point and saw him smile over at her before his brows raised.
“That’s some shirt.” He was trying not to laugh and failing as she groaned.
“It’s the only thing that fits thanks to you!” Billy lost it. He straight up cackled and she punched him in the shoulder.
“Fuck, ok, I guess we go shopping?” He was still trying to control his laughter and she couldn’t help but join in. It really was a fucking hideous shirt.
“We go to the fabric store a few towns over,” she idly rubbed her bump, “no way I’m going to find anything my style in this state. And I don’t feel like going to Chicago.” He reached over and grabbed her hand, “she’s going to kill me when she finds out.” Molly's voice was somber as she looked down at her stomach. Billy gave her hand a squeeze.
“My old man too,” he paused for a beat, “you ever wish we could just get rid of them?”
“What, you mean kill them?” He chuckled.
“No you psycho, I just mean get rid of them.”
“We could.”
“We can’t”
“Why not?”
“Cause we’ll go to jail!”
“Only if we get caught!”
“You know you’re nuts right?” She huffed, but she did get an idea.
“What if,” she paused and chewed on her lip, “what if they didn’t die. What if they just got close?”
“Molly…”
“No hear me out! What if they got sick, like real sick, make them think they’ll die. Near death experiences can change a person. We can tell them when they think they’re on their deathbed then they’ll recover and have this ‘new lease on life’ and I don’t know maybe even be happy about the baby.”
Billy pulled over and put the car in park, he turned to face her and held her hands in his.
“Molly if something goes wrong…”
“It won’t.”
“How could you possibly know that?”
“What’s our other option? Tell them? Have them beat the shit out of us? Have them send us away? I’m not going to lose you or this baby because of them!” He pulled her in and kissed her rough, needy.
“Ok, let’s do this.”
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Billy sat stone faced on the edge of Molly’s bed, his mind churning. He took her shopping then they spent the rest of the day researching at the library. Of all the ways he pictured killing his dad, poisoning him to near death was never one of them. He was nervous, and kept going back and forth on if they should go through with it. It was risky. He realized he was actually worried about what would happen to Suzan and Max if his dad died. What would happen to Molly if her mom went… he shook the thoughts out of his head and ran a hand down his face. It was too late to back out now anyways, Molly was set on it, and with how all over the place she’d been he worried she would do something she would regret if he wasn’t around to hold her back. That’s not to say he didn’t picture killing her mom, he definitely did, but she was so damaged from losing her dad he didn’t want this to weigh on her too.
Fuck he needed a drink, a smoke and a fight.
He looked over at Molly and watched her work. She was sewing up some new clothes, her nose scrunched and tongue out as she concentrated. His doubts and worry faded into the background as he watched. She was his family now, all that matter was keeping her and their child safe.
“Let’s go to Chicago next weekend.”
“Hmm?” She was lost in her work.
“Let’s go to the city next weekend. You can check out the clothes, we can look at baby stuff, and I can fuck your brains out in a hotel room.” That got her attention.
“Is that so?” She turned from her work to face him, pinning him with her gaze.
“Come on, think about it. We spike our parents drinks, the stuff Suzan and Greg don’t touch, we go out of town and when we come back they should be right where we want them for the big announcement.” A wicked smile pulled at her face, she really was exceptionally beautiful when she was plotting.
“So we’re doing this?” He smiled and cupped her jaw, running his thumb over her cheek.
“Anything for my girl.” She laughed and playfully swatted him away.
He gave her a kiss goodbye before he climbed out her window. He needed to head home before his dad decided to lay into him for whatever he did or didn’t do. Since he introduced Molly as his girlfriend two things happened, Susan became much more loving towards him and his dad was somehow more of an asshole. It was like he was baiting him or something.
He ran a hand through his hair, he didn’t want to dwell on this shit. If Molly's plan worked it wouldn’t be a problem much longer.