My mind slowly started drifting off to tomorrow when I would find out how far along I was. This could be all bad for me. I mean, what if the child I was carrying was Travis'? Where would that put us? Would he leave his fiancé for me? I was almost certain that if I was carrying his child, he would want what's best for the baby and Travis would think us being together as a family would be what's best. Truth be told, I wouldn't accept that. What about Taylor? He's still my husband and we have a daughter together so despite what happens to our marriage; if this is not his child, he will forever be in our lives.
I decided that I was no longer into pleasing myself. I shut off my toy and stuck it back in the dresser drawer next to my bed. I blew out a long frustrated breath. I guess tomorrow will determine everything.
NINE
I was literally shitting my pants. My hands were shaking and to make matters worse, Taylor was sitting right by my side. When I woke up, he had come into the bathroom while I was puking out what felt like, all my organs and insisted on me going to see a doctor. I told him I was already scheduled for a doctor's appointment today and that I would be on my way.
Without even asking if he could come, he just put on some clothes, took off work, and here we are. I already knew I was pregnant, but I didn't know if I wanted Taylor to know yet. Apart of me knew I wasn't even carrying his child but I was carrying his best-friend's seed.
It was now or never, I just needed the truth to come out. Five more minutes passed before Dr. Matthews entered the room with his little clip board in hand; I absolutely adored him. He had to be about 85 years old but still as sharp as a doctor who was 45. He was average height with a head full of white hair and icy blue eyes. He was pretty wrinkled up but he wasn't a bad looking old man. When he saw Taylor he instantly smiled.
"Aaaahhh, Doctor Jones! Pleasure seeing you here." Dr. Matthews said to Taylor shaking his hand.
He and Taylor were good friends. Dr. Matthews actually started out in med school with Taylor's grandfather and when Taylor decided he wanted to be a doctor, Dr. Matthews was like his mentor.
Taylor firmly shook his hand and patted him gently on the back. "Always a pleasure seeing you too Henry." Taylor said, referring to Dr. Matthews by his first name.
After they were done greeting each other, Dr. Matthews directed his attention towards me.
"So, Mrs. Jones. What is it I can do for you today?" He asked, as if I didn't already tell his ass days ago. I swear old people forget everything.
I decided against showing him my annoyance level by sucking my teeth but instead I took in some air and spoke calmly.
"I just needed a simple pregnancy test. I've been feeling nauseated lately and I've been puking." I told him.
I could feel Taylor eyes glued to me. I knew he was looking because he didn't think that I would be pregnant so fast. If he was truly using his brain, he would know that something was fishy. Dr. Matthews cleared his throat before he spoke.
"Aaah, yes, we could do that. I remember you calling me days ago about this. Must've slipped my mind," he chuckled to himself. "Well, let's get a urine sample and then we'll go from there."
Dr. Matthews handed me the urine cup and led the way to the bathroom, even though I already knew where it was. Once inside, I pulled down my panties and filled the cup to the very top. I had made sure I had to pee before leaving the house so they could get an accurate reading. When I returned back to the room that Taylor and I were in, I knew he couldn't wait to start throwing questions at me.
"Baby, you think we did it? You think I put one up there in you?"
I rolled my eyes playfully. I didn't want to give off nervousness or show him I was slightly annoyed and felt myself about to take it out on him. I knew it wasn't Taylor's fault but my own. Had I not been selfish and disrespectful, we wouldn't be in this situation. I wouldn't be sitting here worried about the dates in which I got pregnant, which would determine whose baby I was carrying.
"Yes, I think you did," I finally said.
When Dr. Matthews Entered the room, I felt like I was about to shit my pants. He had a grin on his face, and I knew what that meant.
"Well, congratulations to you both. There is a little one baking in there!"
I watched Taylor's reaction. He wore the biggest grin ever on his handsome face. He couldn't stop himself from hugging me tightly and even hugging Dr. Matthews. I could just see the excitement over his face. Even though Taylor was excited, I felt like crap. Next was finding out how far along I actually was.
When Dr. Matthews did the sonogram on my belly and indeed confirmed that I was three months pregnant, I could've just died right there. I now knew for sure, that the child I was carrying did not belong to my husband.
It was in that moment that I was thankful Taylor had received an important call on his cellphone and could not come into the sonogram room with me. Even he would've known the baby wasn't his.
Once back inside the car and on our way home, Taylor asked how far along I was. I hated to tell a lie even though I've been telling him plenty but I had told him I was only a month along. Even though Taylor was a doctor, he knew absolutely nothing about child birth and I doubt he would question why I was getting so big so early in the pregnancy. I looked down at my stomach and could see my little belly forming. It was just a little tennis ball now but in some weeks, it would be like a basketball.
When we arrived home I told Taylor I was feeling tired and needed some rest. I needed to think. I'm happy Taylor was so loving and caring and hardly questioned me about anything. He stayed downstairs and played with Tayla as I made my way to the bedroom.
I knew I needed to contact Travis fast and let him know the deal. I had no idea how this was going to play out but now that I'm definitely pregnant, I had better start thinking about what I'm going to do. I knew I was going to have to tell Taylor about the affair and that the baby wasn't his soon. I just didn't know how soon I would have to do it but until then, I needed to talk to Travis.
TEN
I loved the smell of the secret garden Marcia had made for me. I was surrounded by red and white roses, lilies, sun flowers, and daisies. The smell of the fresh fragrance invaded my nostrils and brought such a comfortable feel to my home. Since Tayla was gone to Taylor's mom house and Taylor went golfing with Dr. Matthews, I was completely alone and that's how I liked it sometimes.
I decided on one of my long floor length White sun dresses that tied in the back. I was barefoot and I curled my hair in soft bouncy curls that flowed down my back with the cool breeze that was around me. I also turned on the sprinkler, so that was pretty much all that could be heard around me. It had been almost a week since my doctor's visit which confirmed I was three months pregnant. I was procrastinating on calling Travis and letting him know I was carrying his child. I just didn't know how to say it.
Now that I've had time to think about everything , I've come to the conclusion that I truly loved my husband and no matter what happens after I break the news, I would fight for my marriage until the end of time. I wanted to be with Taylor and my heart was with him. I could deal with Travis marrying Valerie … now.
I didn't care about that any longer. I've decided to ask Travis to not even acknowledge this baby as his once I told him about it first. I wanted me and Taylor to raise the child and none of this had to be brought to the light as far as me and Travis's affair goes. He could go ahead and marry Valerie while Taylor and I were happy together raising the baby. I just hope Travis saw it my way and not object,because if he did, I wouldn't know what to do.
I stared down at my iPhone 6 for what seemed like forever before I managed to dial Travis' number. While it was ringing, I took about seven deep breaths before I was caught off guard by what sounded like a woman answering his phone. It didn't take me long to figure out it was Valerie. I couldn't even find the words to speak.
How dare she answer his phone like she own something.
"Hello?" Valerie repeated at least three times.
I swallowed the lump in my throat before I was able to choke up a couple words.
"Hey, ah, Valerie. Is Travis around?" I asked, strangely nervous. I wasn't trying to give anything away by me being angry.
Her voice was just as calm and sweet as ever. Typical. "Yes, He is. Hold on one sec."
I could hear her pass over the phone to Travis. My heart was pounding so quickly, I thought I may pass out. He got some damn nerve being right beside her and letting her answer his phone, when he knew it was me. I knew I had no room to even feed into the foolishness any longer. It wasn't about me. It was about this baby, and telling the father he would be welcoming it in just six months.