different pretexts.

She got used to him and, it seems, even experienced something like gratitude for the various help. They walked together and went shopping, although the girl initially resisted such a significant participation in their life with the child. As she walked beside him, pushing the stroller, she often squinted at him suspiciously. He does not trust - he guessed and tried to turn her imaginary suspicions into a joke. She did not react to humor in any way, apparently, unlearned or unwilling. Kept with him stiffly, as then, in the period of his courtship. Lathering the baby in the bathtub on his wide palms, she did not feel sentimentality, rather, an aloof, faceless appreciation. She couldn’t do anything with herself, with her own vigilance towards the man who once deceived her.

She tried again and again to speak with him, politely rejecting his support, reminding her of mother and Larisa. But they did not bother her, fearing the wrath of Victor. And he visited and visited everything with her baby, carrying countless products, toys, household goods, tirelessly offering his help, and even imposing it without asking. The moment came when she humbled herself and stopped asking the same question to him - “why are you here?”. And he praised himself for perseverance, bordering on obsession, which gave its positive results, despite its rejection of the child and everything connected with it. For as she could not bring herself to be friendly with him, so he could not get used to the baby, seeing in him an obstacle and a threat.

Nelia got sick with the boy. The parents took care of them a little, but the work of both did not allow them to be with her for long. Victor came in the evening and, not wanting to listen to the constant crying of the baby, retired to the kitchen, promising to figure something out on the stove. Trying not to make any noise, he looked into the dark room: the sick lay side by side on the big bed and peacefully slumber. He stood over her: the defenseless look of an unhealthy girl, with her hair scattered on her pillow and touchingly pressed by her bare knees, habitually raised in him a wave of desire.
- Enough! - he suddenly decided, unbuttoning his clothes. - Tired of these daughters-mothers! She will understand ... No wonder he is here for a free babysitter ...

He lay quietly beside him and, bending down, kissed her. She smiled in her sleep, whispered a name from the past and threw her arms around his shoulders. From the sounds of the name, which was supposed to forget, he shuddered, but did not stop. He leaned over her, and she opened her eyes. Everything happened as he had long imagined: her thin, upturned and held hands, a thrown back face, a weak body twitching beneath him, a weak body, crumpled clothes ... She had no chance to break out: I was afraid to push him to the floor. She sullenly whispered pleas to him, then curses, beat her fists on the back and shoulders, but he stubbornly pressed her into the bed, muffling the whisper with kisses and spreading her knees. A man made his way into her dry bosom for so long that when, finally, his penis fell inside her, he froze, realizing that he was tired. She also froze, exhausted by the struggle, unable to resist in full force. She spread her arms to the sides and cried silently, he squeezed her wet face with his hands, settled in her more comfortably and began slow frictions. He did not long torment her, rolling away. The child did not wake up, and lying next to her.

Nelia curled up and fumbled around with her hands, trying to pull the blanket over her wet thighs.
- Get out! - He heard in the back when he went to the bathroom. “I don't want to see you.” Victor shrugged and entered the shower. Looking at the mirror, he smiled and winked at the reflection: everything went well, as he had expected. The main thing is to believe in yourself! She turned out to be just as he had imagined: warm and soft, desirable and wonderfully smelling, despite her ill health.Even her fight incredibly excited, giving an indescribable sweetness of possession. Good start!

He crouched beside her, startled, and stroked his head, selecting words. Baby woke up and squealed, she reached out to him. The man went into the kitchen and waited again for an attack of crying. Re-entering the quiet dark room, he sank into a chair. I wanted to cling to my dear dear body again, but he did not frighten her.
- Get out! - She repeated endlessly from the bed, but he did not answer, smiling wistfully, until he fell asleep, stretching his legs. All slept badly because of the boy; Victor did not get up, but through the slumber almost heard everything. Waking up in the morning and stretching the stiffened body, the man went into the kitchen to knock the dishes. Clasping the back, brought her, kicking, threw on an empty bed and again seized. Habitually disregarding women's tears, he had been tormenting a hot, beating body for longer, filling it abundantly with seed. Without listening seriously to her curses, he asked what to buy and warned that he would come in the evening. Remembering, he called his workmate from work and lied something about the parental house.

In the evening, having not found Nelea or the baby at home, he called her and she simply replied that she had her parents. Not listening to the desperate "leave us alone!", He rushed there. Having entered, he looked indulgently at the modest mansion and casually threw a folder with documents on the table.
Parents, looking at each other, looked through the papers: - Daughter, here about you and Pavlik. Take a look!
Victor resolutely took the child from the hands of the grandmother: - Your signature is needed here. Need to read. Get dressed!
Heaped near her mother and did not dare to upset anyone, with a stony face Nelia went down to the car.

- Strange some kind of contract. It is written that you are a director. Isn't your father ... yours?
- Everything here is correctly stated. Do you understand the main thing? What about son? She stubbornly pursed her sore lips.
“Is something incomprehensible to you?” Few?
Looking aloof at the wall: “It's all somehow ... I don't believe ... you.”
Pretending that I did not hear the last phrase: - We will sign, the notary will reassure, and we will execute slowly.
Still in the same colorless voice: - You want ... because you expect from me ... so that I would be with you ... Why do you ... Are you married!
He sarcastically: - Up to this point was not. And you know it well.
Sufferingly wrinkling his forehead, not looking at him: - I am very angry at you. I did not expect you ... so ... Why is Sasha not?
Victor angrily pulled the documents out from under her head, which she dropped into the table in a deep sob. And although he desired her more than anything else, he prudently decided: now it is better to leave the girl. Calm down, accept, ponder ... Take it and get used to it.

- Do not come, - it sounded after him. - Leave us alone. He slammed the door, stood behind her, listening. No sound.
- I can not! - he said to himself. - It does not work!