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Hawkins Affair - Part 4

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Lonnie hadn’t been able to sleep that night. Thoughts about what his wife has been up to behind his back consumed his raging mind. He’d been so worried about his own shit and honestly he never thought Joyce would dare cheat on him. And with fucking Jim Hopper. Or so he assumed. He’d find out for sure. He won’t be humiliated. He almost calls Karen’s until the bright red numbers on the alarm clock tell him it’s only 6am. He has to play it cool if he wants any information. Stick closer to home.

Hopper wakes up to a small body snuggled up against his and he’s instantly elated. This is what he’s wanted. It’s not going to last, but he isn’t going to think about that now, just wants to enjoy the moment. He pulls her tighter against him, taking in the scent of her. He always assumed she bought men’s products since she was outnumbered in her house and her hair always smells minty.

“Morning,” she smiles up at him.

“Mornin’,” he kisses the top of her head, trailing his fingertips up and down her side.

“You want breakfast? I don’t have anything to cook, but I could run out real fast.” he makes a mental note to keep his fridge stocked from now on. Just incase.

Joyce pulls away, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed to sit up, “I can’t,” she puts Hopper’s shirt on while she gathers her clothes, “we have to cool off.”

Hopper rolls his eyes snapping the sheets back before he gets up to retrieve a fresh pair of boxers, “make up yer damn mind,” he grits. The mood in the room had suddenly shifted.

Once Joyce has her clothes gathered, she begins putting them on, “what?” her head snaps in his direction at the comment.

“You come crawlin’ to me anytime you want a good fuck and then it’s right back to that sack of shit,” he scoffs, “I told you I don’t wanna play games.”

“Lonnie is suspicious, okay? Will said something about seeing you,” she sighs when she sees him unwavering, “I don’t know what this is, but I do know that I need you in my life, Hop. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” she looks down too embarrassed to meet his eyes at the admission.

He sighs, dropping his shoulders as he takes in her small form, “come’ere,” he opens his arms and she’s sucked up into his embrace like a vacuum.

He holds her for a few minutes, “I’ll stay away...for now, but you know where to find me if you need anything.” he looks in her eyes and backs away, disappearing into the bathroom.

Lonnie is drinking at The Hideaway a few weeks later flirting with a much younger, if even legal, woman, when he spots Hopper across the bar. The men lock eyes, Hopper’s narrowing in disdain. Lonnie finishes his drink and marches over to the other side of the bar, “you been fuckin’ my wife?” the booze making him bolder than usual. Hopper chuckles, “No, have you?” he smirks, turning back around to take another drink, “Or is all your energy spent on underage girls?” he nods towards the woman Lonnie had just been all over.

“Just last night I fucked her real good and hard,” Lonnie whispers in Hopper’s ear, trying to rile the other man up.

“Your wife or an underage girl?” Hopper squeezes his beer bottle in an attempt to contain his rage at Lonnie’s comments. He knew Lonnie is trying to get him to show his cards, but he wouldn’t fold.

“That’s right, she’s my wife. She chose me all those years ago; I won. She belongs to me.” Lonnie taunts, ignoring Hopper’s quip.

“You’re right, she chose to be with you, but she could just as easily choose not to be. And I’ll be there when that happens. For whatever she needs.” Hopper winks at the smaller man attempting to end the conversation, but Lonnie isn’t gonna stop until he has the last word.

“You stay the fuck away from my wife,” Lonnie grits before turning to storm off.

“She may be your wife, but she’s not your property.” Hopper throws back causing Lonnie to halt for a second before continuing to storm out of the bar.

“Excuse me, where are the tampons?” a young female customer approaches Joyce at the counter.

“Aisle 9,” Joyce replies mindlessly, fiddling with the price gun, when something hits her. The gun crashes down onto the counter as Joyce’s eyes widen in realization. She hadn’t gotten her period yet. And she’s late. Very late. Her body works like clockwork which could only mean one thing. Fuck.

“Donald I’m taking my break!” she shouts at her manager in one of the nearby aisle. Not waiting for a response she bolts to aisle 9, passing the customer from before, and grabs a few pregnancy tests off the shelf not bothering to stop. Joyce locks herself in the employee bathroom thankful for privacy.

Ripping the first test open she pleads to herself for the results to be negative. She can’t financially support another child and she doesn’t even know who the father is - her husband or her lover. This could be bad. She sets the test on the sink and paces back and forth thinking up the worst possible scenarios.

After a few minutes she steps up to the test. Seeing a positive result she closes her eyes tight and takes a deep breath. Wanting to be sure she starts the process of completing another test. After another few minutes of waiting she looks down at a negative result.

This is bad.

“Shit,” she’d have to go to a doctor for a clear answer. Something she can’t do. Her gut knows that she is pregnant, but she can’t afford to go. She cleans up her mess and heads back up to the front, her mind completely lost in thought. Neither Lonnie or Hopper typically wore condoms when they were together. Lonnie didn’t like wearing them and her lust filled brain often caused her to forget or not care with Hopper. It could be either ones baby. And she has no clue when it would have been conceived.

“Donald, I’m back.” she rounds the corner, stopping dead in her tracks when she sees Hopper at the register. Just her luck.

“Great. I have to meet the delivery guy in the back.” he scurries off in the direction Joyce just came from.

“You okay? You look rather pale.” Hopper questions concerned, thwarting Joyce from her thoughts.

“Yeah I just didn’t get much sleep last night,” she steps back behind the counter, placing herself in front of Hopper.

“I was thinkin’ we could get together soon? Been awhile….I miss you.” he confesses.

“I miss you too, but I don’t think it’s a good idea…..” she reminds him.

“Maybe I can come by one night when Lonnie’s at work?” he offers knowing Lonnie works the graveyard shift.

“It’s too risky,” she warns. Lonnie had been sticking closer to home since Will’s comments and their subsequent argument.

“I understand,” Jim picks up the beer Donald had rang up earlier and starts towards the door with his head hanging a little lower than before.

She feels bad and she does miss him.

“Lonnie’s off the next few days. Come by at midnight on Thursday. Park your car out of sight and walk up.” He smiles back at her, nodding his agreement, leaving with a bit more spring in his step.

The next few days go by in a blur. Still processing the news, she doesn’t say anything to Lonnie. She starts taking notice of her pregnancy symptoms; nausea, sore swollen breasts, and just being generally more exhausted than normal. She didn’t think much of it before, but now it makes sense.

Lonnie doesn’t notice and for once she’s thankful for his lack of caring.

Thursday night Hopper does exactly as Joyce says. He parks his car in the middle of the neighborhood and walks to Joyce’s house on the edge by the woods. He quietly makes his way up the steps and lightly taps on the door, barely making a sound. The door is opened and Hopper’s ushered in, Joyce reminding him to keep quiet with a finger over her lips.

He nods, toeing off his boots as quietly as he can manage considering his size and slight inebriation. A few Tunial washed down with a Schultz or three. His nerves didn’t help either. Joyce and him seemed to be in a good spot, but that could easily change knowing them.

Before he can say anything Joyce is kissing him harshly. Surprised he wraps his arms around her, dragging his hands down to rest on the small of her back as he lifts her, returning the kiss with just as much intensity.

Joyce wraps her legs around his waist before breaking the kiss, “sorry I’ve been really horny lately.” she looks at him, cheeks burning red at her admission.

“S’okay, but I didn’t come here to fuck. It’s a bonus, but not why I came. So ya know,” he holds her up by the ass. He doesn’t want to use her or to be used by her.

“I know,” she looks into his dilated eyes, the taste of beer and cigarettes on her lips, “I’d ask if you want a drink, but it seems you’re already loaded.” she moves to get down so Hopper helps her land steady on her feet.

“I always am?” He laughs nervously rubbing the back of his neck at his attempt at a joke, “S’never bothered you before,” he sits on the couch the level making them almost the same height.

“I’m raising two children and have a husband with substance abuse issues among others. I can’t handle more than that.”

“What happened to you needing me in your life?”

She rolls her eyes at his overreaction, “I do, but this can’t be more than it is when you’re like this.”

“And yet you’re still with Lonnie….” he pokes her, knowing exactly where to push.

“I have two children with Lonnie and we’re married,” she thinks about her unborn baby almost raising her hand to her stomach, “it’s not that simple,” she sighs not wanting to have this argument again.

“Joyce, can we not do this again.” he closes his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose in irritation. All their arguments somehow ended up turning into this.

“I may not have cared in the beginning, but I noticed. And now it’s an issue.” she reveals.

Hopper rubs his temples, trying to make sense of her words, “what changed?”

“You said you’d be here for me if I need anything, but how can you do that if you’re never sober?” she questions.

“I will be, don’t worry about it.” he grits his teeth in frustration. He’d never given her cause to worry.

“You try and act like you’re fine because you can manage it, but you won’t be able to forever. You’ll go too far and that’ll be when I need you the most.”

“Yer worryin’ about things that haven’t happened. Give me a chance here.” he pleads not wanting to fight with her. They haven’t seen each other in weeks.

“I’m sorry, I just worry. Especially now,” Joyce tries to get her emotions under control.

“Especially now?”

Joyce’s eyes widen as she stumbles over her words trying to cover, “I mean now that Lonnie’s suspicious,” his blue eyes bore down into her wide brown ones. Something’s off, but he can’t tell exactly what so he continues on until he can figure it out.

“I won’t let anything happen to you or your boys,” he promises. “If you ever feel unsafe, please come to me.” she responds by raising herself up on tiptoes and kissing him tenderly.

They kiss for a minute, but finding the angle awkward, Hopper lifts Joyce up to wrap her legs around his waist so they’re eye level. He kisses her as he walks backwards falling into a sitting position on the couch with Joyce straddling his lap.

Keeping his hands on her hips he kisses down her to her neck. He unbuttons her blouse, his lips trailing behind. Hopper stops when he gets to her breasts, something not feeling right. He lifts his head up to get a better view and is met with Joyce’s sizable chest practically falling out of her bra. She’d always had larger tits than she should considering the size of her, but they’d grown if that was even possible. Was it? He scratches his head in wonder.

“Your boobs,” he marvels staring at them.

“What?” she looks down, “You’re acting like you’ve never seen breasts before.” she laughs, pulling him back to her.

“I know what you look like naked. I can see it when I close my eyes. Your boobs are bigger.” he declares.

“Maybe I gained a little weight, do you need to point it out?” she pulls her blouse closed around herself.

“Hey, no. It’s not like that. I’ve known you a long time so I notice when something’s different…..I like it.” he pulls apart her shirt again, diving head first into her voluptuous cleavage. She can’t help but smile. Lonnie hasn’t noticed. He never does unless it’s something he disapproves of.

The truth is on the tip of her tongue, but she can’t bring herself to say it out loud. Not yet. Instead she pulls his head up to kiss him as deeply as she can and moves as close to him as she can. With one hand on her neck pulling her into the kiss, he puts the other on the small of her back, pushing her center as close as he can get before they both start grinding.

“We do a lot better when we aren’t talking,” he laughs.

“Then shut up and keep kissing me,” she pulls him back to her.

Joyce awakens to the sound of keys shaking the lock on the front door. Sitting up she quickly takes in her surroundings - she’s naked, in her bed, with Hopper right next to her. Looking at the alarm clock she sees it’s 6am It’s 6am - her husband is home from his night shift. Shit.

“Hopper!” she shakes him awake, “Lonnie’s home. You gotta go.” she gets out of bed, quickly slipping on a night gown.

“Fuck,” he gets up and gets dressed as fast as his tired muscles will allow.

“You go out through the back. I’ll keep him distracted in the living room.” she stares at him a few seconds fear flashing across her features before she’s off.

Lonnie stumbles through the door just as Joyce turns the corner into the living room. He jumps surprised to see her, “Fuck you scared me.”

“I was using the restroom and heard you struggling with the door.” It had been sticking lately. Lucky for her. Hopper waits just inside their bedroom, listening for when it’s safe to move.

“I’m going to bed, I’m exhausted.” he starts walking, but she stops him with her hands on his chest.

“Maybe we can have a little fun first….” she pulls him by the belt over to the couch, pushing him down to sit, “while the boys are still sleeping.”

“Babe, I’m really tired.” he tries to stand up, but Joyce straddles his lap effectively locking him in place.

Hopper moves out of the room and down the hall slightly, stopping to listen.

Joyce moves Lonnie’s hand to feel her bare center. “No panties?” he starts rubbing her clit, instantly turned on.

“Slept without them,” she smirks to herself thinking of the illicit acts she had committed well into the night. She undoes his pants, pulling his cock out. Spitting on her hand she starts stroking him up and down.

He could leave. He should leave. Hopper tries to move, but his brain short circuits. His mind won’t connect with his muscles and he’s frozen listening to something he absolutely doesn't want to be listening to.

“I want to fuck you,” Lonnie’s request snaps Hopper out of his trance. Hearing the rustling of clothing he slowly moves forward, taking a breath before he looks around the corner. He’s met with the sight of Lonnie’s pants around his ankles, Joyce in his lap, with the fucker sliding his nasty cock inside her.

“That’s it, baby.” Joyce moans wrapping her arms around Lonnie’s neck she turns to the side, catching sight of Hopper. He looks like a kid who was just told Santa’s not real. She thought he would have slipped out by now. Another problem.

“Go,” she mouths to him sternly.

So he does.

Joyce leaves work a little early so she can stop by Hopper’s. Hoping that he’s home she knocks on the door insistently.

“Hey,” he leans against the door. He doesn’t look like he got an ounce of sleep and his eyes are puffy. She’s expecting to be met with anger or fury, but not this.

“I wanted to talk about earlier, what you saw…..”

“What? It was just a little fun.” he uses her words to Lonnie against her.

“You were just supposed to leave, not spy.” she argues.

“I had to in order to leave.” he spits back.

“You didn’t have to look,” she argues.

“No I didn’t. But what I saw just put into reality what you’ve been saying all this time - he’s your husband. And he should be the only one you’re having sex with. You obviously enjoy it.” he remembers the sounds of her moans following him out of the house.

“It was a distraction, Hopper. And it would have looked strange if I just decided to stop.”

“Well you jumped on his cock pretty quickly,” he crosses his arms like a surly teenager would.

“Are we really going to argue about this?” he eyes widen in wonder.

Hopper doesn’t budge.

“Y’know….” Joyce covers her mouth mid thought when a wave of sickness crashes over her.

Hopper instantly straightens up, “What? Are you okay?” She pushes past him into the house running straight for the bathroom. Throwing up the contents of her lunch she takes a few minutes to pull herself together before facing Hopper.

When she comes out of the bathroom she’s taken aback by Hopper sitting in the armchair, staring right at her with a hard expression covering his face.

“Is it mine?”

Ever since he was younger Hopper had always been good at putting together clues and solving puzzles. It was no different with people. Those he knew best were especially easy-to-read. And he’d known Joyce for the majority of his life. Hell sometimes he felt he knew her better than himself.

“What?”

“I couldn’t put it together before but now it makes sense. You’ve always been able to eat whatever you want and never gained a lick of weight, but it’s not typical weight gain. Your strange mood swings and now you’re getting sick. So you’re either pregnant or something else is wrong.” he takes a long drag of his cigarette, one foot propped atop his knee.

“How...Lonnie hasn’t even noticed and we’ve barely seen each other the past few weeks”

“So it’s true. Is it mine?” he repeats the question needing to know.

“I don’t...I don’t know.”

“Of course not.” he shakes his head sighing.

She takes a deep breath, “It has to be Lonnie’s….regardless of the truth.”

Hopper shoots to his feet, “I don’t want that maniac raising my kid!”

“Please calm down...I just don’t know what he would do. I’m scared, Hop.” she confesses. Scared for herself and scared for her children - both living and unborn.

“I told you I would protect you...both of you.” he walks to her and pulls her close, “All of you.”

“Even if none of them are your children….why?”

He decides in that moment to bite the bullet and open himself up to her, “Because I’m so fucking in love with you, Joyce. I have been since I met you.” he confesses, looking down directly into her eyes.

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