His Choice, Her Decision

by Williams, D. C.

  “Aiden, I don’t want this baby. I don’t know anything about babies. Even Camille won’t let me keep SJ for longer than an hour and even then, I’m her last choice.”

  Still holding her, what can I say? She’s right, SJ normally cries when she even looks at him. Resting my chin on the top of her head with my eyes closed, “we’ll figure this out.”

  Pulling away from me, she lies back down on the exam table in a fetal position, “there’s not much to figure out, I don’t want a baby.” Taking the back of her hand to wipe the stream of steady tears, she says, “this isn’t in my five year plan and stop saying that we’ll be okay, we’re not even together anymore.”

  Rubbing my hands through my hair, here she goes with this five year plan stuff again, sighing heavily to control my now rising temper from her last comment, “how can you be thinking of a five year plan at a time like this? Plans change. It’s obvious that we’re not prepared for this but we’ll just have to make the most of it and move forward.” Pacing around in a circle, “and what the hell do you mean, we’re not together anymore? That’s a news flash, when were you going to tell me?”

  She’s about to go into her attitude fit when the door opens and in walks Dr. Brooks with a young man in blue scrubs. “Ms. Wen, I’ve ordered a sonogram to give us an idea of how far along you are in your pregnancy and I’ve also ordered some IV fluids for hydration.

  I move to the head of the exam table to allow room for the sonogram. Dr. Brooks is assisting Sharon in pulling up her hospital gown to begin the sonogram. She’s explaining something to Sharon as she begins to pour this thick jelly stuff all over her stomach. Interrupting my thoughts, she says, “there’s your baby right there, pointing at the monitor. Now, let’s listen to the heart beat.” Rising from the exam chair, she says, “wait, I hear two heart beats.” That’s all I hear as I fall back against the wall to brace myself.

  My momentary moment of shock is broken when I hear Sharon begin to sob. Loudly sob. “Two babies, I don’t even want one. OH MY GOD!”

  “Ms. Wen, you need to calm down. I know this is a shock to the both of you but, there are other options available. Right now, what I suggest you do is allow yourself time to adjust to the news. It appears that you are about eleven weeks along in the pregnancy. The nausea and vomiting are a result of morning sickness which can last into the day. Normally, it will improve in the thirteenth or fourteenth week of pregnancy.” Handing me the sonogram image from the machine of our babies, she gives Sharon a compassionate smile and says, “Rafael is going to come in and start the fluids. I’ve given instructions for you to follow up with an obstetrician immediately for prenatal care.” Dr. Brooks looks at the both of us as she leaves the room, “Congratulations!”

  Here we are trying to adjust to the fact that we’re having two babies and she just babbled on like she was reading some script. Gathering my bearings, I walk to kneel down in front of Sharon, who is now whimpering with her eyes closed. “Baby, I honestly don’t know what to say. I love you and I know you’re afraid, but you’re going to be a good mother.”

  Sitting up on the table, “Aiden, I don’t want to be pregnant. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted kids before and now I’m supposed to have two!”

  Taking a deep breath, Sharon can be such a brat at times. “What is supposed to have mean?” Rubbing my hands down my face and hoping like hell she’s not trying to insinuate anything, “what are you thinking and please don’t say abortion.”

  Finally, she looks at me like I’ve grown two heads, “No idiot! I don’t believe in abortion. Why would you say something like that?”

  Throwing my hands in the air, “I don’t know, I’m just trying,” rubbing my face in frustration, “I want you to have our babies, Sharon.” Shit, I don’t know what to say to her. This is a shock to me too. I want so bad to ask her if she accidentally forgot to take her birth control pills but in her frame of mind, I’ll wait. The last thing I want her to think is that I’m placing blame on her. Slowly walking back to the chair that I deserted earlier, Rafael enters.

  Chapter Thirty

  It’s after eight in the morning and Sharon is finally being discharged from the hospital. Pulling my car around for the nurse to assist with getting her into the car, I notice that she is completely exhausted. Being that we have so much to discuss, I decide to take her to my place. By doing so, she’ll have no choice but to talk to me and give us the opportunity to do what’s best for our babies.

  Arriving home, I pull into my garage. Going around to the passenger side, Sharon is completely passed out, lifting her from the seat, I carry her inside. I feel this overwhelming sense of endearment towards her. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this emotion before. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that growing inside of her is my seed. Babies we created together. Taking her into my bedroom, I know that if she were awake, she would be throwing a fit. Lying her down on the bed, the weight gain all makes sense now - she’s pregnant with my babies. Wow! Sitting down on the bed, I begin to undress her while praising the sight of her changing body at the same time. The woman I love is having my babies.

  Realizing that if I stay in this room too much longer, I am going to make love to her sick or not. Well, she’s really not sick, she’s pregnant I try to rationalize in my brain. Shaking my head at my brief moment of selfishness, I get up and make my way quickly into the kitchen to grab a beer hoping it will cool me off.

  Grabbing a beer from the refrigerator, I walk into the den to watch television. Actually, the television is watching me. Pulling out the images of our babies, I can’t believe Sharon is pregnant. What are we going to do? Maybe I should ask her to marry me. Shaking my head, she’ll probably agree to marriage to keep her dad from having a coronary. Taking a deep breath, I’m going to have to deal with her dad. That is definitely not something I want to think about right now. Getting up to head back into the bedroom, all of this is too much to think about without adequate sleep.

  Sharon is sleeping so peacefully. Sitting in my chair located in the corner to watch her sleep for a few minutes, I know that behind her peaceful slumber that she’s a nervous wreck. Hearing her say over and over that she doesn’t want to be pregnant was so disturbing. But, she’s right, in the two years that I’ve known her, she has never mentioned having children. Even Rhonda once said that, “when it comes to children, Sharon is the giver not the nurturer.” Surely, she’ll be different with our children. Sighing heavily, I can only hope that her motherly instincts will kick in. Oh, this is too much to think about without sleep!

  Getting up to undress, I hear her moan in her sleep. Her moan gives me an instant hard on. Damn, I need release. Climbing into bed with her, I do what I’ve been tempted to do since I saw her undress while in the emergency room, I reach around and cup her full breast in my hand, gently squeezing, I wish I could turn her over and make love to each nipple until I hear her cry out in a mind blowing orgasm. Recognizing the need to interrupt the direction of my other head, I place a tender kiss on the back of her neck, close my eyes and finally, I fall asleep.

  Chapter Thirty One

  It is so hot in here! Not wanting to open my eyes, I already have an idea of where I am, in Aiden’s bed. I can feel his erection pressing into my back and his steady breathing on my neck. This feels so good and so disturbing at the same time – he has his hand resting on my stomach. Trying not to wake him, I just lie still. Taking what I hope, is a cleansing breath, I can’t believe I’m pregnant, with twins! Oh my God, how did this happen? I haven’t missed taking my pills, ever.

  “Babe, are you awake?”

  Opening my eyes, I don’t respond.

  “I can tell that you’re awake because your breathing has changed?”

  Turning over on my back, “Aiden, what are we going to do?”

  “Well first, we’re going to take a shower, get dressed, eat and then discuss our plan.”

  Smiling for the first time since receiving our devastating news, “you forgot to mention
that we need to brush our teeth.”

  Frowning at me, “what are you trying to tell me?”

  “I’m not trying to tell you anything but we do need to brush our teeth.”

  “Well,” he says all drawn out, “there is one important thing that I’d like to take care of before we get out of bed.” Lifting the covers, he points at his erection which appears to be the size of Texas.

  Looking at his questioning face, oh hell yeah, I want to do this. Where is my brain? “No, nun uh, we can’t this.”

  Leaning up on his elbow, he looks down at me, “why not?”

  Shaking my head, “because I need to be able to think clearly and not be thrown off by post sexual bliss.”

  Cupping my left breast, he begins to kiss me on the side of my neck, one of my weak spots. Trying, but no too hard, to move away from him, I say or moan rather, “Aiden, please stop.”

  Moving from my neck to my right breast, he uses his free hand to unclasp my bra. Taking his tongue, he does this slow, erotic thing that drives me absolutely crazy! Oh, I love it when he does this! “Feel good?” He asks, as he blows on my very erect nipple. Sucking it into his mouth, he moves on top of me to rest between my legs. Switching to the other breast, he duplicates the same actions. Damn, he always knows what to do. Oh well, I’m going to enjoy this. Moving down, he places both hands and his forehead on my stomach. Thinking that maybe he’s changed his mind, he kisses my belly button and continues his journey south. Lifting my hips to assist him with removing my panties, he takes his tongue to lick between the lips of my vajayjay and latches on to my clit. Grabbing the sheets, this feels so good. “Still want me to stop?”

  “Hell no! I moan.” The repetitive sucking and blowing on my clit is driving me insane. Over and over, he keeps up the same punishment until I can’t take anymore, “Aiden, I’m going to cum!” He doesn’t stop. Grabbing my butt to meet his mouth, he continues to eat me out until I have my second orgasm. Lifting his head, he kisses my stomach and starts to maneuver up my body using his knee to open my legs wider before burying himself inside. Moving slowing, he’s mumbling something that I can’t quite comprehend. Picking up the pace, I meet him thrust for thrust. Then, all of a sudden he stops and pulls out of me. What tha, “why did you stop?”

  “I don’t want to hurt the babies.”

  “If you don’t get back inside, I’m going to hurt you!” Apparently shocked by my outburst, he slowly embeds his penis back inside but still doesn’t move. “Aiden, pregnant people have sex all the time.”

  “You don’t think I’ve hurt them do you? Maybe I shouldn’t go all the way in.”

  Throwing my hands out in frustration, “Aiden, you’re not the only man with a big penis to have sex with a pregnant woman! Now, come on and finish.”

  Still embedded but not moving, “maybe we should stop until we see the doctor. Besides, you’re being greedy, you already had two orgasms.”

  What! Greedy! Screaming at him, “Aiden, you’re the one who wanted to have sex so you need to finish, now!”

  Looking at me like I’ve lost my mind, maybe I have because I am horny as hell! “Okay, but I’m going to do this slowly.”

  Ugh! “Get up!”

  “What?”

  “Get up, move!” Pulling out of me, I push him onto his back and straddle him, guiding his pole back in, giving very little time for him to protest. Slowly rocking, his eyes are closed and his mouth is forming the perfect circle. “You like that, huh?”

  Between grunts, “hell yeah, I like it. I just hope you don’t hurt the babies.”

  He’s working my damn nerves. “Stop talking about the babies and stay focused!” Riding him like this might be the last time, I feel my third orgasm coming. So caught up in the sensation, I don’t realize that Aiden has switched our positions until he’s bucking into me signaling his release.

  “Ah shit! Damn!” Feeling the last of his shutter, he looks down at me, “babe, pregnant vajayjay is the shit!” Lying back on the bed, he’s looking at me with that silly, sexy, after sex grin.

  Rolling my eyes at him, “really,” I say as dry as I can manage. “And to think, you wanted to stop.”

  “I just don’t want to hurt the babies.”

  “Aiden, please stop talking about the babies.”

  Turning to his side so that we’re face to face, “when do you suggest we talk about them? They’re not going away.”

  “I know they’re not going away but I need time to adjust to the fact that I’m pregnant. I’m being honest with you, I really don’t want to be pregnant.”

  Looking at me with some emotion that I can’t quite place, he takes a deep breath, like he’s counting to three, “Sharon, the majority of pregnancies are unplanned. Okay, yeah, we’re having twins. It’s a bit much to accept right now but it’s not going away. We need to come up with a plan.”

  Sitting up in bed, I turn to look at him, “Aiden, I already have a plan and babies are not in the equation. I’m only twenty three. I don’t know the first thing about how to take care of one baby and I’m having two! Why can’t we explore other options?” Oh hell, he’s mad. I can tell by the look in his eyes that he’s pissed.

  Yelling at me, “what other options are there to explore, Sharon? Abortion? I want my babies!” Getting out of bed, he walks into his closet. I hear him slamming drawers and mumbling what I assume are curse words. Returning to the room, he’s wearing pajama bottoms. “You are such a fucking brat sometimes, Sharon. There are no fucking options! These babies are here to stay unless God sees fit not to allow them into the world. Now grow the hell up and accept that we’re going to be parents.”

  Is he crazy? He can’t talk to me like that? “Don’t yell at me! I said I don’t believe in abortion. I don’t know of any other options, I just said that because I don’t want to be a mother!” Getting out of bed, “where are my clothes, I’m ready to go home.”

  Walking in circles while gripping his hair, “you are really infuriating right now! Why in the hell would you even mention options when you know damn well that we don’t have any? That’s why I brought your ass here, because all you want to do is run away from our problems rather than deal with them.”

  “Aiden, I’m not trying to run away from anything. I just want to go home.”

  Oh he’s pissed. “What? What? What do you need at home?”

  “If you don’t stop talking to me like I’m your child, I’m going to go off on your ass. I want to go home and brush my teeth, take a shower and eat… if that’s okay with you?”

  Balling his hands into fist, he’s pumping them against his forehead like he’s trying not to explode. “Sharon, everything you need is here. You have a toothbrush here. You have clothes here.” Dropping his head, he says so quiet that I can barely hear him, “I’m going to leave the room so that you can do whatever it is you need to do. I will wait for you in the kitchen so that we can eat and talk about our future.” Glancing back up at me with what appears to be anger, hurt and frustration, he leaves the room.

  Chapter Thirty Two

  She’s only eleven weeks pregnant and I want to choke the hell out of her! Damn, she really knows how piss me the hell off. Like, I want to become a parent right now. She’s so fucking selfish. “I, I, I.” Okay, I get it, she doesn’t do children. Get over it! Other options, what other options? Why the fuck would she even say some shit like that? Like I would really let someone else raise my children. Taking a deep breath, calm down Aiden so that you can make her crazy ass something to eat before she comes in here crying about going home so that her crazy ass can eat – I hear my subconscious speaking to me loud and clear.

  Hearing the shower shut off, I know that she’ll be making an appearance sooner rather than later. I decided to make her favorite for breakfast which consists of rice, turkey bacon, eggs and toast in an effort to ease the mood between us so that we can have a more relaxed conversation.

  Entering the kitchen, she’s so beautiful. She’s wearing jeans and a long slee
ved tee. Her hair is pulled into a knot at the back of her head. Momentarily, I forget that this is the same woman who I wanted to strangle earlier. “Mhmm, it smells good in here.”

  She seems to be in a better mood now. “Hope in tastes as good as it smells.”

  “Your breakfast is always good,” she says as she takes a seat at the table. “I’m surprised the smell isn’t bothering me.”

  “Yeah, hopefully Dr. Brock is right and you’ll only have a few more weeks of morning sickness.”

  Looking out into space, she says, “me too.”

  Joining her at the table, we begin to dig into our food. The table is completely silent for a few minutes before she finally speaks, “Aiden, I know that we don’t have any other options, I’m just really scared.” Putting her fork down on the table, “I didn’t get that part in the sitcom that I auditioned for so being pregnant will only hinder any other job opportunities once I begin to show.”

  “Okay, I understand scared. Hell, I’m scared too.” Pushing his plate away, “why are you worried about working, you know I’ll take care of you?”

  Looking down at her plate, “that’s just it Aiden, I don’t want you to take care of me and by being pregnant, all I have is the day spa to rely on for income.”

  “You act as if you’re going to be pregnant forever.” Not wanting to start an argument with her or make her feel that her concerns aren’t important, I decide to take a different approach. “Maybe we should get married so that you can feel more secure.”

  Scrunching her face while looking at me out of the corner of her eye, “we’re not getting married. We’re not even together so marriage is definitely out!”

  Here we go again, the attitude. “I want you and my babies to have my last name. Getting married is the only logical solution. And for the record, we are still together.”