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works/2804312.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Days_of_Our_Lives
  Relationship:
      Shawn_Brady/Jan_Spears
  Additional Tags:
      Teenage_Pregnancy, WTF
  Series:
      Part 2 of Bound_Together
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-12-20 Words: 2045
****** Bound for Life ******
by mandylynn4
Summary
     This is a brief glance into the aftermath of the rape of a teenage
     girl. Shawn and Jan have married and are raising the baby in a small
     town.
Notes
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"Jan!" Shawn called through the tiny rented house. He placed the grease-stained
bags of food on the tiny dining table near the door, then crossed to the ulgy
plaid couch against the far wall. He slumped down onto it, kicking off his
shoes before calling for Jan once more.
He had just got off work, picked up dinner from a fast-food drive-through, and
changed one of his truck's back tires. It would definately be hard to find the
money to get a good tire, but they would manage. They always did.
The pair had got married at the justice of the peace in Salem two days after
graduation, followed closely behind with the birth of Jan's daughter. It had
been too hard living in Salem, with the stares and whispers everywhere they
went, regardless of what they were doing. So they moved. Actually, they ran
from Illinois, right into Bum-Fuck Egypt. Or Kansas. Same difference.
Unfortunately, they were graced with the presence of Belle only minutes away
from their home. It had been a painful reminder of what Shawn had left behind,
but the gurgles and giggles of his baby girl kept him from wallowing in his own
self-pity.
Finally, Jan emerged from the bedroom, arms overflowing with laundry. "Hey,
hon," she sang, flopping down next to him and throwing the laundry on the
carpet. "How was work?"
"It was fine," he replied. He reached down and plucked a towel from the pile
and folded it neatly. "Got a flat tire on the way home."
Jan's head whipped around to look at her husband. "What? How are we going to
afford that?"
"We'll manage," he muttered, folding another towel and placing it on the tiny
coffee table in front of him.
Jan sighed. Yes, they always managed, but times were tough and life was hard.
There were many days that she was found in the bathroom at work, sobbing about
how her life had been ruined. But, as always, coming home to Shawn and their
daughter made everything seem okay.
"Okay. So how much do you think we'll need to set back for the tire?"
"Uh...probably about seventy-five. But I'm not sure."
"I guess we'll cancel the cable again. It's not like we watch television
anyway."
Shawn looked over at his wife. She had begun forcibly folding the towels and
burp rags, face flushed with embarrassed anger. He gently laid a hand on her
shoulder. "We'll manage," he repeated.
She calmed and looked into his eyes. They were soft and beautiful, making her
stop what she was doing. "I know."
At that moment, a small, shrill cry came from the back bedroom. "I'll get her,"
Shawn offered, pushing himself off the couch, and stalking into the room.
In the dim light, he could make out the tiny form of his beautiful daughter.
She whimpered as he approached the crib, but her face broke into a huge grin.
"Daaa..." she gurgled, arms stretching up to beg for hugs. Little did she know
that this was the exact way to melt her father's heart.
He scooped her up in his arms, cradling her and cooing a hello. He swiped a
blanket from the crib, along with a pacifier, then headed back into the living
room.
"Hey, big girl! Have a good nap?" Jan sang to her baby. She stroked a long
finger across the soft, pink cheek before picking up the laundry to put away.
Shawn flopped back onto the couch, sitting the baby on his knees.
"Say, 'We had a good nap, Mommy!'" Shawn said in a silly high voice. "'I dreamt
about Daddy coming home and making me a bowl of cereal!'"
Jan chuckled as she returned from the hall closet. "Faith, tell your Daddy that
he's full of it."
Faith laughed gleefully and clapped her hands as Jan plopped down beside Shawn.
"Mama!" she giggled. Then she threw herself towards Jan's empty lap.
With the instant freedom, Shawn launched back off the couch. "I'm gonna get
Faith's dinner. Ours is on the table. Sorry it's Vernie's again. But I only had
a few dollars with me this evening. I'll make something tomorrow night."
"That's okay. I've gotta run to the store anyway."
Shawn rummaged through the small cupboards until he found a small green bowl,
plastic spoon, and box of oatmeal. As he poured the oatmeal into a saucepan
with some milk, he watched Jan cuddling their daughter. Faith was the spitting
image of her mother, complete with a thick head of dark curls and blue eyes.
The only thing that Paul had left to scar his offspring with was his dark
complexion, which wasn't as dark as it would be years from now.
Shawn's mind wandered from Paul to the night on the beach when he had found
Jan, wet from the rain, hurt from the assault, and scared...period. He thought
she was pretty then, even if he had just about had sex with Belle. Jan was an
attractive girl. But Belle had haunted his dreams and life for too long, far
too long. He thought he had finally gotten away from his perfect girl, to move
on with his new life, with his wife and daughter. But fate had some more
taunting for him. Belle was comfy cozy only a few miles away, and there was
nothing Shawn could do about it.
"Shawn!" Jan's voice cleared his head. When he looked down, he saw that the
oatmeal had began pouring over the sides of the saucepan and onto the red-hot
burner.
"Shit!" he cursed, immediately removing the pan and waving his arm furiously at
the smoking burner, all the while causing Faith to whimper in alarm. "It's
okay. Everything's fine. I just got a little distracted."
Jan's face fell from its amused glance. He'd been thinking of her again. And
why shouldn't he? He left his perfect life to marry a girl who had gotten
herself into a horrible predicament, and raise her child as his own. Not only
was he entitled to thinking of Belle, if he didn't, she'd have been worried.
Faith squirmed in her arms.
"Daddy's fixing dinner, little one. Just a minute," she soothed. But nothing
would soothe the guilt building in her own battered body.
~*~
Finally, after four long hours of bathing, washing dishes, and putting Faith to
sleep, Shawn crawled into bed next to his sleeping wife. She was snoring
softly, something that he had grown to admire, an imperfection that he had a
deepfelt pride for. He leaned down and gently pushed the lock of dark hair off
her cheek, leaving a tiny kiss in its place.
"Good night, sweetheart," he whispered.
He had just settled down into the covers when she spoke. "You were thinking
about her again weren't you?"
He turned to her slowly, not wanting to admit that he had been thinking about
Belle for the last few hours. "Jan," he started.
"It's okay, Shawn. If you didn't think about her at all I would be afraid for
your sanity. I mean, you two were almost the perfect couple. I ruined your
life."
Her back was still to him, curled up on one side, a fat tear rolling down her
cheek and falling on her pillow. She felt his arm snake around her, pulling her
to him lightly. "You didn't ruin my life, Jan Brady. You made it better. I
couldn't have asked for anything more than what I have right now."
She jerked in response. Tears cascaded down her face as she rolled over to meet
his gaze. "Do you really mean that?"
"Of course I do. I wouldn't have done any of this if I had doubts about it a
year ago. Believe me."
She looked into his chocolate brown eyes and saw the glimmer of truth that she
had grown to trust and love. Seeing it made her smile in earnest, knowing that
finally something was going her way...she was in love with someone who loved
her back.
"Thank you, Shawn. That means so much to me. I love you."
"I love you, too."
He gathered her into his arms, planting a soft kiss on her pouty lips. When he
pulled away, she made a small whining noise and tugged at his shoulders so
their lips could meet again. This time, the kiss went deeper, tongues mating in
a passionate duel.
He pulled away slightly, looking at her heavily lidded eyes. "Do you want
to..."
"Shawn Brady...make love to your wife," she smiled, pulling him back down for
another kiss.
He smiled against her lips, enjoying the way those words ran off her
tongue...and onto his. He rolled so that he was lying on top of her, careful
not to crush her underneath his hardened muscles. Every part of his body had
been screaming out in agony only a few minutes earlier; now it screamed out in
desire.
She raked her fingers across his back, arching up to meet his dry thrusts,
moaning softly into his opened mouth. It had been so long since they had
ventured over the line from friends to lovers, and she hadn't noticed how much
she desperately needed his touch. Her excitement was peaked, and there was
definately no turning back now.
Shawn lifted his hips off of her long enough to push her long, silky, sapphire
nightgown up her body. Underneath, he felt that she was wearing a similar pair
of panties. This caused him to gasp into her mouth and open his eyes. He
watched as her face flushed red, calmed, then flushed again. Slowly, he tore
his lips away from hers to pull the nightgown completely off.
Jan tried to avoid his eyes as he tugged her free of her nightgown, a little
embarrassed at her tiny stretch marks that found their home on her sides. But,
as she looked downward, her eyes came to rest on his plaid boxers, which stood
almost straight out to meet her. She inhaled sharply at the sight. As her eyes
found his again, she knew that the desire he felt right now was not going to go
away.
Lightly, he laid soft kisses on her collarbones, fingers deftly removing the
silky barrier between them. She purred contentedly when she was naked in front
of him.
"Jan..." he whispered hoarsely, taking in the sight of his wife for only the
third time since their marriage. She had grown to be more beautiful since the
last time...and more since the first time. He had had sex with Belle a few
times before their demise, but nothing had prepared him for what Jan did to
him.
Growling, she shoved the boxers out of her way, intent on making him hers.
"What? I want you, Shawn Brady. And I want you NOW."
With that, he thrust himself into her roughly, causing her to cry out in
alarmed, painful pleasure. The feeling of her warmth around him was almost too
much for him to handle. The early morning rendevous in the shower with his
soapy hands were nothing compared to this. He moaned loudly, forgetting that
Faith slept only one wall away. To quiet him, Jan quickly brought her lips to
his, once again arching up to meet his thrusting.
She was spiraling, his hands scouring over every inch of her body, his hardened
body pressing into hers with force, and soon, she was bursting in orgasm,
floating down on a cloud of sparkling stars.
Her panting breath and urgent movements told Shawn that she was close. Holding
her tightly, he let her ride out her pleasure before claiming his. With a deep
sigh, he slumped on her, now more tired than ever. It was a peaceful, tingling
sleepiness, but he felt that he could drop off into slumber at any moment.
Instead of rolling off of her, he simply shifted his weight so she wasn't
holding all of him, their bodies still connected. Then, with arms wrapped
snugly around her, he began to sleep. Jan, still floating on a fluffy cloud of
orgasm, brushed her lips over his before nodding off to sleep.
Faith would wake them soon, but for now, they were content on staying right
where they were.
~*~THE END~*~
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