CHARLESIt does not take long before I begin to regret agreeing to accompany Meghan to her grandma’s birthday ceremony. First, as we get to the gate of her house, we’re met by a barrage of reporters with cameras, all shoving them at my car and trying to take a picture of me, something that annoys me to no end. There’s nothing I hate more than media publicity.“Oh, my God! I’m so sorry. I had no idea that they were going to be here.” Meghan apologizes, but in my opinion, she doesn’t look sorry at all. Meghan’s grandma had been a popular actress back in the day, and each year, her birthday is publicized in the news, which explains the paparazzi, but since I’ve been in the news lately, I know that they’ll be more than happy to shift their focus to me.But that’s not even the worst of it all. As soon as we get into her grandma's house, we’re greeted with hugs and kisses from various family members, both those I’ve seen before and those I’ve never seen before. “I’m so glad you guys are ba
JESSICAI’m waiting nervously for my name to be called so that I can go in and get the growing child inside of me removed. Already, I’ve filled out the necessary paperwork and answered all the questions that are required of me. I go through all of this in a daze, wondering how I got myself into this predicament in the first place. Samantha is seated beside me, holding my hands in encouragement and talking to me to calm my nervousness. “It’s not as bad or painful as you think. I don’t even think it’s painful at all. I used pills when I had those abortions, but it is always best to do this procedure so that you can be sure that everything is removed. In no time, you will be able to go home and rest.” Samantha tells me for the umpteenth time that morning and even in the previous days. She was the one who scheduled the session and even paid for everything.“Okay, sure thing. I just want it to be over and done with.” I reply, wishing she will just keep quiet. Something tells me that I’m n
Meghan takes me to a bar where she plies me with drink after drink, and I down them without complaints. Usually, I hardly ever take any alcohol and I can’t remember the last time I was drunk, but today, I have no inhibitions, and I let myself go, becoming stupidly drunk. I notice that she isn’t imbibing as much as I am, but I think nothing of it. I also notice that she’s watching me intensely, in a weird way, but I chalk it down to the alcohol making me see things that are not true. Finally, we head home in my car, with Bianca driving. “You’re so wasted. You’re cute when you’re drunk.” She tells me, chuckling a little.“I don’t think the word ‘cute’ should be used for me,” I reply, slurring my words a little.She says a bunch of other things that I tune out. Instead, I’m thinking of the blissful moment when I’ll be able to get into bed and pass out. I fall asleep in the car and only wake up when Bianca nudges me and tells me that we’re home.She helps me get out of the car, and I m
"What are you talking about?” I dumbly ask again, when it’s very clear exactly what she’s talking about.“Come on, Charles. Don’t pretend not to know what I’m talking about. We’re both adults here. Anyway, looks like someone is very happy to see me.” She tells me, smiling mischievously and glancing pointedly at a point below my waist. It is then I glance down at myself and register the fact that I’m not wearing a stitch and my morning wood is on full display. I snatch up a nearby boxer and hurriedly put it on, ignoring Bianca’s amused laughter.“You’re such a prude. I’ve never seen a man as self-conscious about his body as you are. There’s no need for self-consciousness, actually. You’ve got an amazing body, exactly how I like it. Come here. I need to be someplace soon.” She tells me.“Do you make it a habit of getting into bed with people who are like brothers to you, according to your own words, especially when they are inebriated?”“If they’re as good-looking and well-built as you
JESSICAIf I had thought that pregnancy would be an easy journey, I was sorely mistaken. I’m just at the beginning of my second trimester, but already, I can’t wait for it to be over. I’m almost always nauseous, no matter what I do to quell it.On the plus side, it is also a fulfilling journey, although I’m not even halfway through it yet. I have this deep, tender love for this child that I haven’t even met yet, and I want nothing more than for it to arrive so I can hold it, gaze at it and finally have someone to call my own.My nightmares have all but vanished, probably because I do everything I’m told religiously. I’ve stopped trying to get out of meetings with my therapist and I tell her everything she needs to know. I haven’t set my eyes on Samantha since the day that she left after we left the doctor’s office, and neither have I heard anything at all from her. At first, I was worried sick, and called her nonstop, trying to find out if anything is wrong with her, but after I look
CHARLES “I’m pregnant.” I hear the words as though they had been spoken from one end of a ridiculously long tunnel, while I’m standing on the other end and listening to them. “Huh?” I ask stupidly, staring at the angry woman in front of me in disbelief and more than a little dismay. Only a few minutes ago, Bianca had banged loudly on my front door, and when I finally let her in, she proceeded to accuse me of ignoring and shutting her out for the past two weeks since she last saw me. The truth is that I’ve been spending a lot of time working, and I’ve hardly been at home, which suits my purpose because I don’t really want her around me for now. When I tried to explain how busy I’d been, she stared at me frostily and uttered the words that had shocked the living daylights out of me. “I said I’m pregnant. Why did you change your locks if you weren’t avoiding me and trying to get rid of me?” “Because it’s my house, and I’m not comfortable with you taking my keys without my knowledge.
JESSICAThe night of the small dinner party that Veronica organized for her husband is the first time I step foot in her house. It is a nice house, fairly large and tastefully decorated, and is a home that is clearly filled with love. Her two boys run the house, as they are chased by their cousins, dodging the adults and ignoring admonitions for them to be still.Veronica's husband, Leonard, greets me warmly and affectionately, as though I’ve been his wife’s friend for years, or as though I’m his favorite younger sister. Veronica and Leo are both in their early thirties, and their boys are four and two years old.“I’ve heard so much about you, Jessica. It’s nice that Veronica finally found a good friend in her antenatal class. I try to go as much as possible, but most times, work doesn’t allow me, so it’s good that she has someone to talk to there. My wife loves to talk a lot, you know. Sometimes, I can’t decide if that is a good thing or a bad one.” Leo says, laughing gently as his w
CHARLES If I had thought that booking a hotel for a month and giving Bianca some money was going to be the end of the interaction between she and I, or that at least, doing those things for her is going to limit our interaction, I’m sorely mistaken. I paid for her to stay in a hotel for a month after she told me that she was pregnant, and during that time, I didn’t see much of her, which was just as well, but after the month was over, she presented herself at my doorstep again. I was sleeping after being in surgery the entire night when I heard the pounding on my door, and on opening it, I’m face to face with a tired-looking Bianca. She takes one look at my sleepy face, glares at me as though I’m the cause of all her problems, and storms past me into my living room, leaving me no choice but to follow her. “What are you doing here?” I ask her, unable to hide the annoyance in my voice. What on earth was I thinking when I had sex with this woman, at least the second time? “The hotel