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[lincolnthebastard]

A baby to save the day.

It had been weeks since Lincoln broke things off with Tori and he’d done his best at ignoring her calls until something was nagging at him to pick up one of the million times she called. “Hello.” His voice was flat as he was already exasperated with her after being harassed for weeks on end. There wasn’t a hope he was getting back with her no matter what pity party she threw his way and just how well she tried to get back into his pants. “Can I see you, please?” Her voice was soft, which was very unlike her and it brought Link’s walls down in the slightest as he stood there in the living room holding the phone to his ear. Not much had changed since they’d broken up. Lincoln still slept alone every night aside from when Elias, his son had a nightmare. It wasn’t anything like she thought with him jumping right back into things with Elle. Lincoln had a feeling that it was inevitable that he would end up with his high school sweetheart again, but he wasn’t quite ready.

“What did you have in mind?” He asked in return with a roll of his eyes. If he knew anything about her she would be trying to get him drunk to give herself a better chance. “Can I just stop by or something?” He sighed and pulled the phone away from his face for a moment to glance at the time. Elle had Elias currently and Link had maybe another hour before the two of them would be back. “Yeah, I have about half an hour.” He muttered when he placed the phone back against his ear. “Okay, I’ll see you soon, babe.” Lincoln could hear the smile in her voice before he hung up. There was something she was up to, he just didn’t know what it was yet. 

The knock came all too quickly on the door as if she had been close by and that caused him to roll his eyes yet again. The blond man opened the door to take in the sight of his ex girlfriend Tori Blackwell wearing the lowest cut shirt she could wear without just having her tits out for the world to see. “What do you want?” Lincoln almost growled at her as he already saw where this was going to go. She didn’t say a word but simply brushed past him and into the house where she began to look around as if it had been much longer than a few weeks that she had been gone. “Things look exactly the same.” He muttered, turning to watch her and his comment made the smile disappear from her made up face. She tucked a stray strand of blonde locks behind her ear and then she sunk down into one of the dining room chairs. “Well, this is kind of awkward.” She looked at Lincoln with wide blue eyes and then motioned for him to sit. 

Lincoln took the seat at the head of the table, an empty seat between the two of them. “What bullshit reason are you here for, Tori?” He was rather uninterested in dealing with her drama now that she was here and she sighed and then put her hands on the table and in her hands she was holding something long and slender. “Well….” Before she got the words out she moved her hands to reveal a pregnancy test on the table in front of her. Lincoln felt like everything came to a stand still. “You went and got knocked up and we’ve only been broken up a few weeks? Great job there.” He snarled to which she actually laughed. “It’s yours you asshole! I haven’t been with anyone else since we broke up.” Lincoln shook his head and got up from his chair. “This is bullshit.” He turned away from her and all he could seem to do was shake his head. 

“I swear to God, if this is some kind of joke it isn’t fucking funny.” He then growled as he turned back towards her to see her eyes welling with tears. “Why would I joke about something like this? I just don’t know what to do and I figured the father would want to know!” She screamed the last couple of words before she got up from the table. Lincoln ran his hands over his face and then he raised them in the air with a shrug of his shoulders in a rather over dramatic fashion. “What do you want from me? I’m not here to play house with you. It’s not gonna happen if that's what you want.”  She laughed bitterly and wrapped her arms around her still flat stomach while staring at Lincoln. “I just wanted you to know that I’m keeping it I guess.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I was hoping you would be happy or something, not treat me like trash.” Lincoln scoffed and stared at her before shaking his head a couple times just in the slightest. “I can’t….” His words were almost a whisper and now it was her turn to scoff. “Oh yeah, because the queen bitch is back. All hail the one who lies and will leave your ass again.” Tori headed for the door without another word but Lincoln gingerly grabbed her arm. “I can’t be with you, but if this baby is mine, that is on me.” He stated with a nod of his head. 

Lincoln might have been a rather confused man at the moment, but he wasn’t a deadbeat. He worked his ass off for his son and if he had to do it all over again he would. “If?” She glared up at him, fire in her blue eyes as he could see her winding up to hit him. He’d managed to lean back a little bit, but she still got his cheek a little bit with her open hand. “How dare you….I’m not a whore.” She cried out and then she rushed out the door, slamming it behind her. Lincoln was left there in a whirlwind of emotions to deal with alone. He wasn’t quite sure how he was going to face this one and what it was going to do to his life, but it looked like he was going to be a father again.

[lincolnthebastard]

Weeks had passed since Lincoln Albrecht, the blond young man sitting at the bar lost his wife. His life seemed to be in shambles and he didn’t have any idea how to put it back together, or if that was even something he could do. He was barely even old enough to be sitting there drinking legally and yet he was throwing them back like he’d been doing it for years. It seemed to be the only thing that was a source of comfort in his life as it was now. It wasn't the comfort he was seeking though. He yearned to feel something...anything that would make him feel alive again and that was when his bloodshot and slightly watery blue orbs landed on a woman across the bar. The way she looked at him made him feel something. It wasn’t something of great depth, in fact it was just an ache in his loins, but still it was something. 

He chewed on his lip, rather boldly locking eyes with her and not breaking the contact until she got up to approach him. His heart began to race as he realized that he didn’t know a damn thing about what he was doing. He’d been with the same girl since he was 15 years old and she was the only woman he’d ever had. Those thoughts brought his eyes back to the beer in front of him that he found the bottom of with one more large gulp. That was when the petite brunette woman was there beside him. “Hello handsome. Mind if I join you?” She asked softly before slinking into the seat beside him without waiting for his answer, which in fact never came. He simply looked over to her and shrugged his shoulders and then waved down the barkeep for another refill. “This is your last, bud.” The bartender muttered as he gave Lincoln another full glass of light amber liquid. 

“I have some more beer at my place.” The woman reminded the blond man as he sat there chugging his last beer of the night. Why he wanted it to end quickly was beyond him, but he had a feeling he wouldn’t be here very long. “You’re so mysterious.” The young woman muttered, standing back up beside Lincoln and rather boldly running her hand up his leg and then right over his crotch to tease him just enough to get his attention. It was obvious what she was there for and Lincoln wasn’t going to deny that he wanted it too. Of course it would become something he would regret the next morning and in a way he learned that it was something he never wanted to do again. In the moment though he shifted in his stool until he found his footing underneath him and then stood to his full height.

Even with her five inch heels Lincoln towered over the small woman who stood just shy of five feet tall barefoot. “My car is out front.” She whispered, grabbing his hand almost roughly and pulling him towards the door. There was a single step that Link thought he might fall flat on his face, but his other foot caught his long lean frame and he only stumbled slightly before correcting his steps. “I hope you’re not as drunk as I am, otherwise we’re in trouble.” He’d muttered somewhat playfully before he was pulled into the cool night air. Somehow the temperature change sobered him in the slightest and he could at least walk without stumbling over his own feet. 

How he got to her house was somewhat of a blur, but Lincoln could remember walking behind that petite dark haired woman and for a moment he felt like it could have been Eleanor. Of course everything was all wrong. This woman was much shorter and her curves weren’t nearly as athletic as Elle’s had always been. The woman he loved most in the world was so beautiful to him and it was hard to get her out of his head. It wasn’t until the petite woman got Lincoln inside and her blue green eyes trailed up to his face as she pushed him back against the door did his memory of Elle fade just that little bit. The brain that would have talked him out of this all was too intoxicated and then also distracted by just how good it felt to be touched by a woman again. 

It wasn’t long before the nameless woman was on her knees in front of Lincoln with his pants falling down into a pool around his ankles. He held onto the door knob as she began to pleasure him with her mouth. The well endowed blond man had never had issues with getting it up, and even as drunk as he was, this time was no different. He was too horny to think about anything else but the release that would come soon enough. Once she’d had enough of drooling all over his erection the dark haired beauty pulled Lincoln further into her apartment. If he’d been sober he might have noticed the expensive furnishings, or the photographs of a very young family with the woman he was about to sleep with being the wife in those photos. It might have been something he noticed, although with his pain, and his desire he still might not have noticed. 

His jeans were left in a pile near the front door and he ended up sitting on the couch while the still clothed woman rustled around in her purse for something. When she held out a single condom a smirk crossed her devious face and she hastily began to open the wrapper. All the while Lincoln was groping at her body, hands all over her ass, hips and breasts before she leaned down to put the condom on his hard member. The blond man sat there panting with desire as she slowly backed away and began to strip her clothes from her body. There were a few stretch marks marring her still flat stomach, but he didn’t care, his body needed her in that moment. 

With a lick of her lips the nameless woman climbed onto Lincoln’s lap and slid down onto his wrapped member. The sounds of pleasure filled the living room as the two worked to get off in the way that they both needed. This young woman was in a loveless marriage that she had no way out of and she spent any time she could in the arms of other men while her husband was away on work trips. Somehow the two of them needed each other and although with the efforts of their young bodies, it didn’t take long to reach each of their peaks. Their bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat as they found themselves laying on the floor, recovering from their escapades. “Should I call you a cab?” Her voice broke the soft sounds of catching their breath and Lincoln gave a nod. “Yeah, I should get home.” And like that it was over and he was getting dressed again and rushing to get out the door. 

He didn’t realize how much of his intoxication had simply been that he needed to get off. His mind was much more clear as he climbed into the cab once it arrived. Regret was already setting in, because he’d always thought Eleanor would be the only woman he would ever have sex with, but here he was leaving the house of a one night stand. He felt sick to his stomach as he looked down at his hands in his lap and he noticed his wedding band was still plainly visible on his left hand. God, she’d gone after him even with a ring on. His hand slipped over his face and he tried his best to fight the tears that were welling in his eyes. The number one wish he had was that this was all a nightmare that he would wake up from and Elle would be in bed next to him again. It was the only thing he wanted, but that didn’t change the fact that she was probably dead. No one could survive that amount of blood loss. The detective’s words echoed in his head and he wished he knew why this happened and why someone would even dream of hurting his wife. He’d never known anyone that wasn’t her friend. That was exactly when he knew nothing would ever be the same again. 

[lincolnthebastard]

Eleanor the lover.

Life could be an endless dreary string of bullshit linked together by a few things you enjoy until you die. That is definitely what it could be, unless you had that something or someone that could change everything. 

A certain look you get from someone special that could make your heart race. The smell of them lingering in your sheets and clothes. Their touch against your skin, etched into your mind. That smile that could light even the darkest of days. 

All of these things could in fact slow the scuffle of life if you’d let them in. What Lincoln didn’t know was that having her and then losing her would be the biggest struggle of his life.

Elle had been the one since he’d been just a child that didn’t know anything about love, or even physical attraction. Love wasn’t complex or completely debilitating to that eleven-year-old boy when he’d first felt it, but over a decade later, although he wouldn’t change a thing, he would give a warning. 

“She will be the best thing to even happen to you, and yet she will hurt you like no one else can. Even knowing that she will rip your heart out, you have to love her. She is the only one for you, and no matter how short of a time you can have her for...you need her.”  

It was all Lincoln knew. Even after he’d found out the truth. The truth that she ran away. He wasn’t quite clear on why she had to go, but it broke him the way she did it, and it took years for him to be even the slightest bit okay. That was when she came back from the dead. At first sight of her after all those years Link could have sworn he was hallucinating, but she was actually there in the flesh and not buried in the grave that he took the time to visit every year. 

His heart was confused with pain and happiness just at the sight of her, but he still wasn’t sure that he was dreaming some cruel trick his mind was playing on him. Her voice was different though. There was maturity written in it, as it also graced her face. No, she didn’t have any wrinkles or anything like that, but it was simply age. The slight roundness of youth had faded away and she was a grown woman with the cheekbones she’d always dreamed about. 

Seeing her after four years of thinking she was dead while fighting to do everything he could to give his son a good life was a knife straight to the heart that would twist just ever so slightly with every look. Just a simple reminder that the blade was still there doing it’s damage and destroying him all in one process. 

By God did he want her like he always had, but was it the most logical thing? Of course it wasn’t, but how was he supposed to have another woman in his bed when she was out there? She was the one for him and the one his very soul loved.