SEX Unlimited Volume 3(17)

She’s right and I know she is.

“They said I can go anytime. I don’t want to tell him here at the hospital. I want to go home.”

I get up and get dressed. Janette goes out to explain to Brisban that I’m being released. When I come out into the waiting area he jumps up and rushes over to me.

“I’ve been so worried.”

I drop my head and avoid eye contact with him. “I’m sorry. I was just really tired.”

He places his hand on my lower back. “It’s okay. Let me help you out to the car.”

“No, Janette is going to drive me home. You don’t have to stay out with me. It’s late.”

He looks at me clearly confused. “It doesn’t matter what time of night it is. It’s no trouble at all. But if you’d rather me go, I will.” The creases around his eyes darken and I feel awful for pushing him away.

“I don’t want you to go. I’m just exhausted from everything and I know I’m just going to pass out once I get home. I’d hate for you to come over for me to just fall asleep.”

He moves in front of me and puts both hands on my shoulders and looks down at me. “It’s not any trouble. I want to be with you, regardless if your resting or not. I can run home and grab an overnight bag and be there in under an hour.” He turns to Janette, “Can you stay with her until I get there?”

She nods and gives me a shit-eating grin, “Yep, I’ll get her home and into bed. I’ll head back to the shop when you get there.”

He kisses me on the cheek. “See you shortly.”

Janette and I slowly make our way to her car. Once inside Janette starts in on me. “Damn, C! That man is doting on you like a lovesick puppy dog. I’ve never seen anything like it in real life. He’s like some hot guy in one of those chick flicks. You’re living what most women would kill for. I know you’re nervous about telling him, on top of being scared shitless to find out you’re going to be a mom, but my God…he’s in that deep, all-consuming kind of love with you. He doesn’t even try to hide it either. He might as well be wearing a huge flashing sign that reads I’m in love with and pussy whipped by Candace Greene.”

My mouth drops open and I gape at her. “You’re not helping this situation in the least right now. Will you please stop being such a jokester and see how serious this really is for me?”

She goes silent and puts the car into drive.

“I just wish you could understand how daunting this is for me. Not to mention I’ve wanted to be pregnant so badly for so many years and I’d accepted the fact that I’d never be a mother. I made peace with it. Now, here I am, gifted with this miracle, but it’s out of wedlock and with a man I, in all honesty, barely know. It’s just… scary.”

“Do you love him?” She says, with eyes forward.

Sighing I answer, “What does that even really mean? I loved James. So what if I love Brisban? That’s not going to make him want this baby.”

“I didn’t say it would. I asked you if you love him. So, do you?”

“Yes.”

“Then don’t feel bad about the wedlock crap. I mean, what is it the eighteen hundreds or something? You love him. He loves you. The two human beings who created the life inside you love each other and, regardless of what you think, I have a feeling he’s going to love this baby as much as he loves you.”





I GOT IN THE SHOWER as soon as we got to the house and Janette waited until Brisban got here. I’m still in the bathroom even though I’m done. Truth be told, I’m stalling. I don’t want to face him. I turn toward the foggy mirror and reach out to wipe away the condensation so I can see my reflection more clearly. My hands drop to my stomach and I look into my own eyes. Taking a deep breath I silently give myself a pep talk. As I stand here, looking in this mirror, it’s hard to believe how much has transpired since I met Brisban. I’m pregnant. It’s truly a miracle and gift. Whether I think he’s going to be happy or not, I have to recognize how incredible this is and never take it for granted—no matter what happens after I tell him.

There’s a knock on the door. “Are you okay in there? No rush. Just want to make sure you’re okay.”

I can’t help but to grin at how reverent and compassionate he is. “I’m okay. I’ll be right out.”

My hair is still up in a towel and I’m in my robe. The dark circles under my eyes look terrible. I’m exhausted. I need to start resting more and taking better care of myself now that I know I’m carrying this little one. As soon as I open the bathroom door he’s the first thing I see. He has turned down the bed for me and I smell chamomile. My eyes shift to the bedside table and I see the cup of tea. Tiny transparent swirls of steam are coming off of it.