Unwritten

by Lauren Runow

  I walk toward him to try and console him as the doctor opens the door to Jacquelyn’s room making us both look up in anticipation. When we see him, we know it’s not good news and my heart sinks.

  “I’m sorry, can you both step in the room so we can talk?” the doctor holds the door open for us as we slowly walk in. “Ms. Sanders has suffered more damage than we originally thought and she just had a stroke, which triggered her seizure. I’m sorry but we are having trouble finding any brain activity as of right now, we still need to run more tests though.”

  I gasp, placing my hand to my mouth and Jack starts to cry in his hands.

  The doctor continues, “There’s something else, though.” He looks to Jack, “I take it you’re her husband?”

  Jack looks up with tears in his eyes nodding then correcting himself, “Very recent ex-husband,” he states.

  The doctor sighs, “Well, we recently ran blood tests on her and we show that she’s pregnant. We haven’t done any other tests so we don’t know how far along she is.”

  Jack drops his hands in disgust turning around yelling, “Holy shit!”

  The doctor timidly asks, “I take it you’re the father?”

  Jack quickly turns back around and very matter-of-factly states, “No, I am not. I haven’t been with her for a few months and besides, I’m sterile, that’s why we don’t already have kids.”

  My hands are starting to tremble as I hold my fingers to my mouth.

  Jack looks at me, “How about you, since you’re her friend,” he holds up his fingers mocking the word friend, “maybe you know who the father is?”

  I’m stuck in shock at the news and just nod my head yes but don’t say anything else. Jack storms out of the room, throwing his fist against the wall as he walks out.

  The doctor looks at me and I can tell he’s confused on what just happened. “So, you know who the father is then?”

  I nod.

  “Well, I need to speak to him. It will ultimately be his decision whether we keep her on life support for the baby or we terminate the pregnancy and remove her completely. That is unless the pregnancy ends itself, which is likely in her state. Just in case though, can you have him come in?”

  I’m still in shock. This cannot be happening… again. Shaking and still covering my mouth, I whisper, “He’s in Paris right now. I am sorry but I do not know when he will be back.”

  “Well, this could get messy. Legally, we can’t do anything until we hear from him. Medically, if she is brain dead we can’t remove her without permission from the family due to the pregnancy, and since she has no family and that man is her ex-husband, the father of the child is the ultimate decision maker.”

  I take a deep breath, shaking my head, looking up to the sky. You have no idea how messy this really is.

  “Can you get a hold of him?” The doctor asks again.

  “I will try.”

  “Ok, please keep us posted. Obviously we need to figure this out sooner than later.” He touches my arm tenderly and turns to walk away, moving on to his next patient, leaving me in absolute turmoil.

  Allison already hates me, and now this? I will probably lose her forever now.

  Seven in the morning clicks on the clock radio sounding my alarm. I reach over to turn it off, “Ah, man, I forgot to turn it off.”

  Charlie turns to look at me, “Yeah, today’s Saturday isn’t it?”

  “Yes, it is.” I lay back down with a sadness overcoming me, “Sorry, we actually got to sleep in today, too. We have the entire day off.” I say nothing else, I don’t know why I feel shy about what today is but I don’t want to make a big deal.

  “Really, the whole day? Hmmm… what are we going to do with a whole day off?”

  I shrug my shoulders, trying to hide my somber mood. “Not sure.”

  Charlie grabs my hand, kissing every fingertip then moving to my hand, up my shoulder and onto my neck.

  My mood lightens as his touch slowly brightens my morning. Holding me tightly, he whispers into my ear, “Happy birthday, beautiful.”

  I twist quickly to look him in the eye, surprised he knew, “How did you know?”

  He laughs, “No thanks to you. Why didn’t you tell me? Thankfully, Mia on set told me the other day.” He leans in to kiss my lips softly. “Twenty-five, huh? You old lady,” he teases. “I have something planned today for us if that’s ok with you?”

  My eyes light up at the thought. I was afraid to tell him because I didn’t want him making a big deal, like he felt he had to, but this, this is so much more special. My heart fills with love and my body with desire as I lean in to kiss him hard, grabbing his body, pulling him against me as I wrap my legs around his waist.

  Charlie’s breath deepens to a low moan at my charge and returns it in full force, flipping me over so I’m on top of him. “I want to see my beautiful birthday girl.” He emphasizing the word my and I love it.

  I sit up teasingly slow, lifting my shirt at the bottom and pulling it over my head as I feel Charlie’s cock grow harder beneath me.

  “Maybe I should cancel our plans today. I could stare at you all day long.” He grabs me by the waist, moving my hips slowly back and forth rubbing against him and I’m already so ready.

  Leaning down, touching my bare breasts up to his face, I rub them all over as he reaches his mouth up to suck on my right nipple. I grab his hair, pulling, moaning in pleasure before leaning down to kiss him long and hard, sending all the blood in my body between my thighs.

  Holding onto my hips, he swiftly picks me up, flipping me to my back and sliding on top of me as I squeal in joyful delight.

  “We won’t be needing these,” he teases as he removes my plaid shorts and panties. “Or these.” He removes his boxer briefs and looks into my eyes. “So, tell me. What would the birthday girl like to do?”

  I laugh at his question, leaning up to kiss him, “You know what I want.”

  Charlie whispers, “I want to hear you say it,” cocking his head to one side, lifting one eyebrow, smiling his sexy smile.

  I flush red and with a shy smile, “I want you inside me.”

  “Do you now?”

  His sexy smile is too much for me to take and I feel like I could combust.

  “How do you want me inside you? Do you want me to go fast? Do you want me to go slow? How can I please the birthday girl?”

  I look him dead in the eye, whispering, “I want you to go slow, driving me to a point that I can’t take it anymore and I beg for you to make me cum.”

  “Really? I can’t wait to hear you beg. God that’s so fucking hot.”

  He leans down and enters at a slow, delicious pace. The feeling is so intense and I close my eyes tightly, savoring the feeling.

  “Open your eyes. Look at me,” he whispers.

  I open my eyes, looking straight into his as he pulls himself out before sliding back in. We’re nose to nose and heart to heart. I tilt my head back, grabbing him tightly.

  It is the most sensual, loving moment as he continues to slowly take over my body, making my blood sing through my veins, raising me higher and higher.

  “Happy Birthday, my sweet Allison.”

  My heart explodes right along with my body, convulsing around his as I loose all control and he follows shortly after.

  We sit lost in each other, lost in our love and he kisses me softly whispering, “I love you.”

  “I love you, too, Charlie,” I whisper back.

  “Are you ready?” Charlie asks with his little boy grin.

  “Yeah, I just want to check my email real quick.”

  I open my Mac Book Pro laptop showing I have six new emails, one from Sonia, wishing me a happy birthday, the next from Megan doing the same and there are four from my mom. Without opening them, I highlight them and click delete before shutting the computer, trying to wipe away any thoughts of my mom. “Ok, let’s go!”

  In the elevator I ask, “So where are you taking me?”

  He gives me a
sexy smile shaking his head no. I try to form a pout on my lips but giggle right through it.

  We walk out of the hotel heading toward the Louvre, crossing over the Seine River. I look to him, questioning, “You’re taking me to the Louvre?”

  He smiles and stops in the middle of the Pont des Arts bridge. “No, I’m taking you right here.” He holds his hands out to either side gesturing around him.

  I look around, confused, “Ok… um… what’s here?”

  “Open this,” he hands me a small square box wrapped in paper decorated with red hearts and a bow curled around it.

  My heart starts to beat faster as I pull on the ribbon, untying it. Opening the box I see a silver padlock with a key next to it. Written on the padlock is a heart with the words Charlie and Allison forever inside it. I look up to him with a confused smile on my face.

  Charlie takes the padlock out of the box, holding it up for me to see. “It’s a love lock. You see,” he starts to walk over to the railing of the bridge where I see other locks attached. “I want to tell the world that I’ll love you forever and that our love is unbreakable. You pick the spot where you want our love lock to be placed and then together, we’ll throw the key over the bridge so it can never be broken.”

  I look to him as my eyes start to tear up. “Oh, Charlie!” I wrap my arms around him, hugging him tightly. “I love it. Thank you.”

  “Happy birthday, my love. Now where should we put it?”

  I choose the perfect spot and with the two of us holding the lock together, we close it around the gate and Charlie holds up the key looking lovingly into my eyes. “This is my commitment to you and our love.” He kisses the key, grabs my hand so we both are holding it, and throws it over the bridge, wrapping our arms around one another.

  Charlie has the rest of our day planned out, starting with a visit to Buttes-Chaumont Park. It’s one of the largest parks in Paris and is known for its extreme variation in elevation with its high points twenty stories higher than its low points. Because of this variation, the park has a beautiful waterfall tucked inside a grotto. The open cave-like covering wraps around the waterfall as it cascades down the hill. We walk around the park, admiring the waterfall and enjoy a quiet stroll hand in hand.

  Next we order lunch at the Pink Flamingo where we’re given a pink balloon. Charlie hands it to me and I’m sure I gave him a funny look because he laughs, saying, “We’re going to sit along the banks of the Canal Saint-Martin and wait for our food there. This is how they’ll spot us.”

  “How cute is that?” I smile.

  We walk out to the picturesque canal and choose a place to enjoy our lunch. The canal is quiet and serene making for a perfect place for a picnic. There are people rowing by in small wooden boats adding to the romance that the area is known for.

  A man, wearing a pink shirt, pulls up on his bicycle carrying a pizza for us. I smile, laughing, “This is so sweet!”

  We enjoy our lunch, taking in the amazing views and enjoying each other’s company. The day is not over yet, though. He walks us to the nearest street where a man in a neon green vintage convertible Citröen CV2 steps out of the car wearing a slim black and white striped shirt with a limo-style drivers hat. He opens the door saying through broken English, “For you, madam.”

  We hop in the car where the top is down so we can see everything around us. The driver asks, “Anywhere in particular you would like to go?”

  Charlie speaks up, “You lead the way. Show us your favorite spots.”

  The driver smiles sweetly as he drives off being our own personal tour guide of the beautiful city. I sit wrapped up in Charlie’s arms enjoying the views of the city and of him. I really do love him, and I’m amazed of the wonderful day that he planned just for me.

  Our tour lasts a few hours and it’s starting to get dark. We enjoy a romantic dinner at a small alleyway restaurant recommended by our driver before heading to the mini amphitheatre along the Seine River.

  We walk to a little old man setting up a radio and I look to Charlie, “So, what’s this?”

  He smiles his half sexy smile, “Do you know how to tango?”

  I laugh, “Um, no, I don’t. Do you?”

  He lifts his eyebrow giving me his cocky smile that says it all. The music starts to play and he pulls me in closer, holding his arm firmly to the side, his chin up and staring directly into my eyes.

  He steps forward leading me in a sexy Tango that is easy enough for me to follow along. Our eyes burning for each other as we move across the stone walkway. Sliding his other arm down my backside, he pulls me in closer, kissing me passionately as everyone dances around us.

  The song ends and we find a place to sit where Charlie pulls out a bottle of wine and two glasses out of a bag for us to enjoy while we watch the dancers swaying in front of us. We join in on a few more dances before heading back to our hotel.

  “Charlie, this was the perfect day. I can’t thank you enough.”

  He kisses me sweetly as he unlocks the door to our room, “I’m so glad you liked it. It’s not over yet though.” He opens the door wide enough for me to walk through first.

  I walk in seeing three bouquets of a dozen roses each spread throughout the room. “Oh, Charlie, they’re beautiful.”

  He smiles a loving smile as I walk further into the room making the sight of our bed come to view through the open bedroom door. There, I see hundreds of rose petals covering our bed and the floor around it. I reach for my mouth, gasping in surprise at the sight and beautiful smell radiating out of the room. My heart melts as I look at Charlie who’s standing next to me now.

  “Charlie,” I wrap my arms around him, “This has been the best birthday ever. I can’t thank you enough.”

  “I love you, Allison. Not all of the roses in the world could express my love for you, but I wanted to try.”

  “I love you, too, Charlie,” I whisper while seductively pulling on his shirt, walking backwards into our room. “Let me show you how much.”

  We slowly lower down to lay on top of the rose petals, sliding back so my head is on a pillow. Charlie reaches down to pull my shirt over my head and I feel the soft petals against my bare skin.

  Starting at my neck, Charlie kisses softly down my body, reaching my stomach where he unbuttons my jeans, kissing my lower abdomen.

  He lifts up, reaching for the nightstand, grabbing something out of the drawer. “I have one more surprise for you.”

  I look at him to see what it is. Charlie flashes the sexiest smile I’ve ever seen as he holds up a black eye mask with one finger, swinging it slightly.

  I laugh, playfully, “You want to blindfold me?”

  Charlie leans in, kissing me softly before placing the mask over my head and sliding it down over my eyes. “Trust me.”

  I grin as I lie down, allowing Charlie to do as he pleases, completely blindfolded.

  Charlie picks up a rose petal, touching it softly to the side of my face and running it down my neck. The rose petal is soft, cold and barely applies pressure to my skin. The thought of not knowing what he’s doing builds anticipation deep in my body, making my chest tighten.

  He leans down, kissing my naval, surprising me, making my body tighten from his touch. Raising the rose petal to the other side, he slowly runs it down my face, over my chest, in between my breasts, circling my navel, tickling me, as I let out a little laugh.

  He leans down to kiss my naval again, kissing his way up to my mouth where he kisses me softly.

  “I don’t think you’ll be needing these anymore,” he leans down, sliding my pants off, and I hear them land on the floor.

  I lie still, wearing only my bra and thin lace panties, lying on a pile of rose petals. I smile in anticipation, not knowing where he is in the room.

  Without touching me, he leans over; surprising me by kissing my lips softly then pulls back again. Next he’s down by my feet, running a rose petal down the instep of my foot making me laugh and wiggle my foot.

  He
laughs, “Try to stay still,” as he does it again, making me laugh even harder. “Do I need to tie this leg down?” he taunts.

  I smile before trying to act more serious, “Ok, ok, I’ll stop,” then laugh playfully again.

  Starting at my foot, he runs the rose petal up the inside of my thigh, slowly moving it around, teasing me very lightly through my panties. It’s delicious torture since I can feel him but it’s so light it leaves me yearning for more. I moan as I arch my back up, curling my toes.

  He leans down, kissing the outside of my panties, surprising me even more as he rips them off, announcing, “I hope you didn’t like those.”

  He touches me again with a rose petal, this time against my clit, making me giggle at the soft, cold touch, before moving two fingers around me and then inside, seductively moving them around and around, saying, “I see you’re enjoying this.”

  I smile a shy smile, pushing my body against his welcome hand. I’m more than just enjoying this. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

  As slowly as he can, he lowers himself on top of me, filling my body with his, kissing my lips as we make love on top of hundreds of rose petals.

  It’s been a week and nothing has changed. Jacquelyn is still somewhat alive, still pregnant and Allison still won’t talk to me. My life has become nothing but still. Literally.

  What have I done? How did my life get so entangled in my work? This hasn’t happened since… The thought makes my stomach turn as I remember my husband and my best friend, Robin.

  Will Allison ever forgive me? And now this… This pregnancy. What if she really loves Charlie? Will he keep this kid? Will they raise it together? The thought is too much to wrap my head around and I’m happy for the distraction when the doctor enters the room.

  “Hello, Mrs. Hayes. Any word from the father yet?”

  “Nothing yet. It is complicated. I am certainly trying though.”

  “Well, since we last spoke we’ve learned more about her pregnancy. Turns out she’s very early in. So early we thought it might have been a false positive but just today we did another internal test and were able to find the sack and we saw the heartbeat.”