The Frenchman's Bride

by Imani King

  “How about your breasts? Aren’t they sore and tender?”

  “Well, now that you mention it. They are actually.”

  “Take the test Chelsea. You’ll see. I’m 78 years-old, and believe me, I know pregnant when I see it.”

  “Okay, I’ll take it. But I’m sure you’re wrong. Wait here. I’ll be back in a few minutes and prove it to you.”

  I had never taken a pregnancy test before, so I figured I had better read the directions. All I knew was that I had to pee on something and then wait for the results to appear.

  I balanced precariously on the toilet seat and followed the instructions. Then I placed it on top of the box I had set on the sink and began waiting the designated 3 minutes.

  It was the longest 3 minutes of my life. I sat on the toilet seat, tapping my feet and chewing my nails. Why was I so nervous? Mrs. Macintosh was crazy! I couldn’t be pregnant. The doctors had told me it was a million to one. But why did she seem so adamant about it? And what was with that smug, know-it-all smile? Just cuz she’s old doesn’t mean she’s an expert!

  I knew she had to be wrong. Damn that nosy Mrs. Mac. What business was it of her’s anyway? This whole thing was really making my stomach queasy, now. I looked at my watch. Time was up, but I was afraid to look. I picked up the tiny stick and held it in disbelief. A plus sign? A plus sign!! I read the box again, in denial. Sure enough; a plus sign meant positive. Just like it always does in math. And positive meant positively pregnant. I read the box a third time. 99% accurate! Huh? It couldn’t possibly be. Still holding the stick, my hand started to shake and I suddenly became too weak to stand up. I sat on the toilet in a complete daze.

  Suddenly, a light tapping on the bathroom door woke me from my trance of utter disbelief.

  “Chelsea dear? Are you all right? You’ve been in there a long time………”

  It was time to face the inevitable “I told you so” from my neighbor.

  “Come on in Mrs. Macintosh.” My voice was quivering. “It looks like you were right. I am pregnant.”

  “Of course you are dear. There was never any doubt in my mind.”

  She placed her aged hand on my tummy. My eyes filled with tears.

  “Are those tears of joy or tears of woe, sweetie?”

  “I’m not sure……. I don’t know how the father will take the news. Or my father either!”

  “Well, congratulations anyway dear. Having a little one living next door is going to be wonderful! I’ll be on my way now, Chelsea. Do you need anything else?”

  “No thanks, Mrs. Mac.”

  “Call me Edna, dear. And if you need anything at all, you just call me, ya hear?”

  “Thank you so much……Edna. I really appreciate your thoughtfulness.”

  Before Edna could head out the front door, I stopped her and hugged her tightly. I felt like an ungrateful brat for the way I had prejudged her earlier. She really was a lovely, well-meaning lady and I was lucky to have her for my neighbor. Closing the door behind her, I contemplated what a huge deal this was. I had so much to think about. My head swirled with a dizzying myriad of thoughts.

  A baby? Blaize and I made a baby together! We were going to be parents! I had given up on the idea of ever being a mother years ago. What will Blaize say when I tell him? Will he think I just trapped him into life-long support because he’s rich? Was there anything in that marriage contract about a pregnancy? How does he even feel about kids? He seemed to enjoy them, that day at the pier. But how did he actually feel about fatherhood? Did he have future plans of resuming his infamous playboy image?

  What about Tiffany? What was this going to do to our French Chocolate business plan? Could I successfully balance my career with motherhood? How will she feel about living with a baby in the house?

  And daddy! Oh my god, daddy! He would be disappointed in me, for sure. I needed to break the news to him in person. If he reads about it in the paper beforehand, he will have a heart attack. Blaize and I needed to keep the lid on this until we could tell him. It would be best not to tell a soul besides Tiff and Rolande. But shoot! Edna! Could we count on Edna not gossiping?

  29

  Blaize

  There I was again, walking up to Chelsea’s house with flowers in hand. I had turned into quite the respectable suitor since I met her. A realization suddenly swept over me: The act of courtship was significantly different then the act of seduction. My heart was on my sleeve now, for everyone to see. I rang the doorbell and waited for my sick little sweetheart to open the door. Curiously, a neighbor lady stuck her head out onto her porch and waved and yelled “Congratulations!” at me. I smiled and waved back at her. Venice Beach was full of odd people!

  Chelsea finally opened the door and I could immediately tell something was amiss. She had the strangest expression on her face; a peculiar combination of dread and secrecy. She took the bright spring bouquet from me and kissed my lips softly and lovingly.

  “Thank you, Blaize. These are so pretty! You’re so sweet! Here, sit on the couch while I put them in some water.”

  “I thought flowers might lift your spirits.”

  “I’m sorry I’m still in my robe. I just didn’t feel quite up to getting dressed.”

  “Please don’t apologize for wanting to be comfortable.” I yelled to Chelsea out in the kitchen. “Besides, you look lovely in that robe. Are you feeling any better, Chelsea? You still look a bit ill. Are you able to hold food down at least?”

  She came back into the living room carrying a colorful glass vase with the flowers spilling from it, and set it on the windowsill. Then she took a seat next to me on the sofa. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but there was just something unsettling about her. Her demeanor seemed evasive. She was avoiding eye contact with me.

  “I’m feeling better than this morning, but still a little queasy. I had a small salad for lunch.”

  “Why was your kooky neighbor shouting congratulations at me, by the way? Is she senile?”

  “The neighbor on the North side of me? In the white house with all the pretty rose bushes?”

  “Yes, that’s the one. Do you know her very well?”

  “That’s Mrs. Macintosh. She’s a sweet old lady.”

  “Chelsea, what’s going on? You’re driving me fucking nuts! What aren’t you telling me?”

  We sat facing each other, knee to knee now. I lifted up her chin and turned her face toward me with my finger, forcing her to look me in the eye.

  “What’s the matter?”

  I tried to make her laugh.

  “Do I need to take you over my knee and spank it out of you?”

  That got a small smile out of her and she finally cracked.

  “Blaize………..I’m pregnant. There, I said it. That’s why Mrs. Mac was congratulating you. She suspected that’s why I was sick and she brought me over a home pregnancy test. I took it and I got a positive result……..or a negative one, depending on how you feel about it.”

  Her words rang out in my ears. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I, Blaize Simon, was going to be a father! Well, what do you know about that! I sat speechless on the couch as I processed the news until it finally occurred to me that every second gone by without a word, was probably torturous to Chelsea. Beautiful Chelsea……the woman carrying my baby. Our baby.

  “Chelsea, I love you. You’ve made me the happiest man in the world!”

  Her face lit up like I’d never seen it. She became positively radiant, exactly the way an expectant mother should look.

  “Blaize, are you sure? I’ve been worrying all afternoon about how you were going to take the news. I never imagined this type of happy reaction.”

  “Happy? Chelsea, I’m thrilled! I can’t wait to tell the world!”

  I swept her up into my arms and waltzed her around the living room while she laughed.

  “Stop Blaize, you’re making me dizzy.”

  “Sorry! What was I thinking? I shouldn’t spin a nauseated pregnant lady around!”


  I steered Chelsea back over to the sofa, and went to the kitchen to get her a glass of water.

  “And you also shouldn’t tell the world about this yet, either. I will not have my daddy reading about this in the newspaper. We’ve got to go up and break it to him in person, before anybody else. Except Tiff and Rolande, of course. We can tell them.”

  “You’re absolutely right!” I yelled back from the next room. “Well, we were planning on going up there this weekend anyway. Now we’ve really got some news for the old man!”

  “So………it looks like my doctor was wrong about me not being able to have kids. How ‘bout that?”

  I handed Chelsea her drink, chuckling at her comment.

  “Perhaps you just never met a man with swimmers strong enough to crack one of your seriously hard-boiled eggs!”

  We snuggled on the couch for a bit and then I treated the future mother of my child to a relaxing lavender lotion massage. Chelsea relaxed horizontally on her back while I rubbed the soothing scented cream into her smooth shapely legs.

  “How is your nausea? How does your body feel overall? Any discomfort?”

  “My stomach is feeling much better. The only parts of me that feel uncomfortable right now are my breasts. They are pretty tender.”

  “I can massage those for you too, if you want?”

  Chelsea undid the loose belt on her silk robe, displaying her luscious pendulum shaped breasts. My dick reliably hardened on cue.

  I bent down over her and lightly kissed and licked her swollen tender tits. Fuck! She stirred my desire and carnal cravings like no other woman. But this time, my eyes looked upon her in a new and wondrous way. Her normally flat tummy was slightly swollen as well. It was now the awesome vessel that contained our child. Holy fuck! That was suddenly the sexiest fucking thing in the world to me.

  “I’m looking a bit plump, aren’t I?”

  “Chelsea, you have never looked more fucking sexy.”

  I gently rested my ear against her delicate navel.

  “I think I hear the baby…….”

  “No you don’t Blaize. It’s way too early for that.”

  “Yes I do! It’s already talking……..it’s saying ‘My daddy is a horny bastard.’ Can’t you hear it?”

  “Now that you mention it, I think I do hear it.”

  “I promise, I’ll be gentle with you, so I don’t make you sick to your stomach.”

  “Slow and gentle. I don’t know if it’s the hormones or what, but mommy is feeling pretty horny too.”

  She brought my face up to hers and kissed me deeply and passionately. Then she unbuttoned my dress shirt as I undid my trousers. Within 2 seconds I was skimming my thickened cock back and forth across her neatly trimmed little mound. She spread open her legs for me, allowing me feel her wetness all the way up to eager clit.

  “You are a horny mommy, aren’t you?”

  I went down on her and gently sucked and licked her heavenly juices. Her goddess-like pussy was like sweet ambrosia in my mouth. Chelsea purred with delight. Her slick lips opened further as I slipped 3 fingers in, prepping her for my large throbbing muscle.

  “Oh yeah Blaize, that’s just the right spot. That feels so good. Slide your cock in now, honey. Make me come all over it.”

  “I’ll make you fucking come all right!”

  “Fuck me gently though……remember?”

  “I can make you come any which way you want.”

  Her swollen slit was aching for me now. I teased it a bit with the head of my dick but she couldn’t take it. She quivered at the slightest touch but opened herself further to accommodate me. I slid my slick member into her gently and gradually, until I filled her entire soft channel. I was very careful not to be too rough with her. We rocked together in perfect rhythm with each other, in an extraordinarily tender way. I was truly making love with a woman…. maybe for the first time.

  Her moans were soft and sweet. We took our time giving pleasure to one another. She held me in her arms with the complete affirmation that I was her man. Her only man. What a fucking thrill it was. Finding it nearly impossible to hold back the flood of emotion I needed to share with her through my loins, I drove myself deeper with each slow and deliberate thrust. She tightened the grip of her legs around me like a vice as her body arched involuntarily.

  “Blaize, don’t stop sweetie! I’m on the edge!”

  I could feel Chelsea clenching her walls and coming, over and over, as I exploded into her. The power and intensity of my own climax was unprecedented. It was quite possibly the most erotic experience of my life.

  My exhausted body was wracked with sweat. I felt almost paralyzed. I literally couldn’t move. Chelsea was trapped beneath me but she didn’t seem to care. She raked the wet hair from my face and cradled my head in her arms. It was truly blissful.

  We must have both dozed briefly because we were completely caught off-guard by the sound of a key in the front door.

  Chelsea jumped up off the couch, dumping me onto the floor.

  “Oh my god! It must be Tiffany!”

  She quickly slipped back into her robe, leaving my naked ass to fend for itself at her feet.

  As the door started to open, Chelsea snatched the knitted throw blanket from off the back of the couch and tossed it down onto me. Unfortunately, it landed on my head, leaving my nether region exposed in plain sight.

  Rolande and Tiffany appeared through the door but stopped dead in their tracks. The sound of uproarious laughter immediately followed, as soon as they saw my dick.

  “Wow you guys! You know the house has 2 bedrooms!” Tiffany squealed with amusement.

  I wrapped the blanket around my waist and stood up, not knowing that the head of my dick was peeking out through the stretched loops of the yarn.

  “I’d burn that blanket if I were you Tiffany! Jesus Christ Blaize, I can’t look at you!”

  Tiffany chimed in with more laughter.

  “Well I see somebody looking at us…………hi little guy! Oops! Sorry Blaize, I mean…… hi big guy!”

  Rolande and Tiffany were doubled over, wiping the tears from their faces at this point.

  Chelsea grabbed a towel from the hall linen closet and kindly wrapped it around my waist.

  “Okay you two hyenas, stop making fun of the father of my child!”

  Their laughter ended abruptly, just like Chelsea obviously had intended.

  “Oh my god! Are you serious Chels? Is that why you’ve been sick?”

  “Yep! Can you believe it Tiff?”

  Tiffany started squealing again, only much louder. She hugged Chelsea, then she hugged me, then she hugged Chelsea again. She joyously danced around the room, shouting out:

  “I’m gonna be an auntie! Auntie Tiffany! Woohoo! I always wanted to be an Auntie Tiffany!”

  Rolande shook my hand and patted me on the back.

  “Congratulations, friend. I never thought I’d see it; the end of an era. Blaize Simon, embraces the role of family man. You must be one bewitching woman, Chelsea.”

  He hugged her tightly and kissed her on the cheek. There was a touch of sadness and resignation in his voice but I knew he was sincerely happy for me.

  “She certainly is, Rolande. She’s had me under her spell since I first laid eyes on her in my kitchen, that night.”

  “And you guys, this is a secret; just between the 4 of us. At least until I can tell my dad. We’re going to go up to San Fran and tell him this weekend.”

  Thankfully, Tiffany had calmed down enough to talk like a normal, rational human being.

  “Chelsea, you normally don’t even make a formal announcement anyway, until you’re safely further along. Especially with your medical history. You really should see your doctor as soon as possible.”

  “Thanks Tiffany, I appreciate that advice. I knew you’d say that, so I already made an appointment for Thursday.”

  “Good girl! Oh, I’m so happy for you! I love you Chelsea. Group hug everybody!”
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  Tiffany brought the 3 of us into her warm embrace and squeezed tightly. I was the first to break loose and headed for the front door. Everybody shouted at me simultaneously, “And where do you think you’re going?”

  “I’m going next door to bribe Mrs. Macintosh into keeping our secret!”

  30

  Chelsea

  Dr. Handler confirmed my pregnancy with a blood test and a physical examination. She was pleasantly surprised, considering all prior diagnoses of infertility. It was too early to zero in on an exact due date, because of the inconsistency of my monthly cycle, but she thought the baby would arrive sometime in May. She said I was healthy and strong and that my pregnancy should be free of health risks. I couldn’t have asked for a more positive visit. And so I happily packed my weekend bag for our trip to San Francisco to see daddy.

  I was excited but still nervous about his possible reaction to my pregnancy. There was no way I was going to drop a baby bomb on him over the phone. He sounded delighted that we were coming up to visit and he proudly admitted that he was especially looking forward to interrogating Blaize. I smiled to myself. I was such a lucky woman. I knew my pop would never stop protecting me.

  Blaize picked me up in the Jag and headed for LAX.

  “What time does our flight leave?”

  Blaize gave me a look of astonishment.

  “Are you serious, Chelsea?”

  “What? Did I say something wrong?”

  “Chelsea…….our flight leaves whenever I want it to, silly girl! It’s my plane!”

  “Oh my god! Sometimes I forget you have that much money Blaize!”

  “We’re not flying up there in my plane though. That seemed a little boring.”

  “Flying up the coast in a private jet is boring to you?” Now, I looked at him in astonishment.

  “I thought it would be much more fun to take a helicopter up there! Don’t you think so?”

  “A helicopter? I’ve never ridden in a helicopter in my life!”

  “Where’s your sense of adventure Chelsea? But if you really don’t like the idea, and you’re scared, we can take the plane. It’s okay either way.”