His Choice, Her Decision

by Williams, D. C.

  Thinking about what Aiden has asked, now that I think about it, we’ve both touched each other in a sexual way but I dare not tell him that.

  Looking at me impatiently, “well, is your answer yes or no?”

  “I don’t know, let’s just change the subject.”

  “If you can’t answer, then I’m going to take your answer as a yes.”

  “Aiden, what difference does it make, we’ve never slept together.”

  Covering his face, “do you mean he’s never penetrated you?”

  “Are you insane, no, he’s never penetrated me.”

  “Then what has he done?”

  “Nothing, he’s done nothing okay.

  “Oh God, he has, hasn’t he?”

  “You really need help, I’ve never cheated on you and I’m not going to sit here while you make something out of nothing.”

  “I’m making something out of nothing, huh?” Getting up from the sofa to follow me into the kitchen, he says, “I sure hope that’s the case because if I ever find out that you two got busy, I’m not going to be responsible for my actions.”

  Shaking my head at him, “you will never change.”

  Chapter Forty

  Aiden and I are leaving Dr. Fura’s office after my 35 week checkup and I can’t wait to deliver these babies. My visit with Dr. Fura went really well and according to her, I still haven’t gained too much weight, thank God! It seems like the months have flown by, I can comfortably say, since this is almost over!

  Holding my hand as we exit the office building, “want to grab some lunch before I head back to the set,” Aiden is asking as a photographer pops from out of nowhere and starts snapping pictures. Reaching for my sun glasses as I turn from the flashes, I hear Aiden yelling at the photographer, “what the hell is your problem, move your ass away from my fucking car you moron!”

  Squeezing his hand to keep him from doing something crazy, “Aiden, come on, just ignore him and get into the car.” It seems that everywhere we go, the paparazzi are all around. And I think it’s gotten worse in the last month or so since Aiden started filming this new movie based on a true story about child trafficking. Waiting for him to open the door for me while he’s still yelling at this guy, I whisper in his ear, “Aiden, come on, I’m hungry and I have to use the restroom.”

  “Next time, keep your fucking distance, just jumping out of nowhere trying to scare the hell out of someone, I should smash your fucking camera, you stupid idiot!” He’s still yelling as he opens the door to help me into the car.

  “Aiden, please ignore him and get into the car.”

  Coming around to the driver’s side, he says, “I hate these guys. I know they have to make a living but give someone some freaking privacy. What if he had scared you and sent you into labor?”

  “But he didn’t, you just need to calm down and ignore them. I think I would rather just see our picture rather than having a picture and your expletives to follow which only demands more attention.” Come to think of it, I’m glad I wore these jeans and shirt today rather than the sweats I so desperately wanted to wear since I’m sure this little incident will make the cover of some show or paper. Looking over at Aiden, pulling on the lip of his baseball cap, he can get so worked up over the smallest things.

  “What do you want for lunch?”

  “At this point, I really don’t care. I just need to use the restroom.”

  “Didn’t you just use the restroom before leaving the appointment?”

  Looking at him as he’s pulling out of the parking space, “So, I have to pee. Why do you always have to question everything? If I say I have to pee, then I have to pee!”

  “Don’t get so worked up, I’m just saying that you pee a lot.”

  Ugh, he can really piss me off! “Just take me home.”

  Glancing over at me as he’s changing lanes, “why? Aren’t you hungry?”

  “Yes, of course I’m hungry, but I don’t want to have to explain everything I do.”

  Taking a long sigh, “I’m sorry, that guy just pissed me off and I guess I’m a bit cranky due to all of this pent up energy that you seem to have control over.”

  “I know you’re not still complaining about me not wanting to have sex with you prior to my appointment. That is so nasty!”

  “How is that nasty? All you had to do was take a shower afterwards, she knows that we have sex, I’ll bet she sees cum all the time when she does those exams.”

  Laughing to myself and shaking my head at him, “well she won’t see it when examining me.”

  “I’m just sayin.”

  “Yeah, I’m just sayin too, take me home.”

  “Why? Can I get some when we get there?”

  “Don’t you have to go back to work?”

  “Um hmm,” he says while rubbing my thigh, “but I will surely be able to do a better job if you let me have a little of your lunch before I go back.”

  “YOU ARE SO NASTY!”

  “Yeah, and you like me being nasty,” he says while winking at me.

  “I guess I do since in a few weeks proof of your nastiness will be here, in the flesh.”

  Throwing his head back in laughter, “hey, they’re proof of your nastiness too.” Glancing at his rearview mirror to change lanes, he asks, “so, what time are Rhonda and Michelle going to arrive on tomorrow for your pre-baby shopping spree?”

  “She said that they would come early so that Camille will be able to join us too.” What is he up to? I can tell by the look on his face that he’s up to something. “Why are you asking?”

  Shrugging his shoulders, “no reason, I just figured that I can come back over tonight after work so that we can spend some time together.”

  “Stop lying Aiden, you are trying to have sex and no, you can’t spend the night.”

  “Hell yeah, I’m trying to have sex. All through this entire pregnancy, every time you’ve demanded, not asked, I let you have it and now you’re trying to hold out.”

  Frowning at him, “I’m not trying to hold out, I just know you.” Turning as much in the seat as my belly will allow, I snidely say, “if I let you spend the night, when I tell you to leave, as your usual routine, you will take your time and let Rhonda and Michelle know that you spent the night.”

  “What!” Slightly turning his head to face me, he says, “Sharon, you are a lunatic, only you would even think something like that. Do you honestly think people don’t know that we still sleep together? So what if they come and I’m still in your bed, I am your baby’s daddy.” Pulling on the lip of his cap, he says, “I swear, you have a rule for everything. Like, not having sex three days before an appointment, how crazy is that?”

  “It doesn’t have to make sense to anyone else as long as it makes sense to me, I don’t care if you don’t understand.”

  “That’s apparent!”

  “Besides, I didn’t say that I didn’t want to have sex when we get home. You just assumed that I didn’t because I didn’t respond.”

  Taking a deep breath, “we can do it now because you want to, right?”

  Smirking at him, “no, we can do it now because we both want to now.”

  Pulling up into my driveway and shutting the engine off, he leans over and plants a kiss on my lips, “if you want sex, it will be when I get off from work, I’m tired of being your boy toy.”

  Getting out of the car on my own which I know will piss him off, I say looking over my shoulder, “fine, but remember, when you’re frustrated again in the morning, that it was you who didn’t take advantage of the opportunity when it was presented to you.”

  “Whatever, I’m not the only one who will be frustrated.” Getting out of the car to help me, he asks, “how far did you think you could get waddling to the door without me catching up to you?” Unlocking the door for us to enter, he turns and says with a sad face, “so, I can’t come over tonight to rub your feet, massage your back before having dinner at Sharon’s a la twat?”

  Damn, Aiden is so sexy
and I am so horny! I can’t stand it! “Since you’re so adorable, you can come over.” Putting my hand on his chest and looking him directly in the eyes, “but only if you promise to leave when I tell you to.”

  Pulling my hands to his lips, “yeah, okay, I’ll leave when you tell me to.” Reaching around my waist, he lowers his mouth for a kiss. Closing my eyes, I meet him half way. Hearing him moaning into my mouth, I don’t want to wait for tonight but he’s right, I have been really sex greedy this entire pregnancy. Pulling away from me, “I’ve really got to get back to the set but I’ll be here as soon as I’m done.”

  Seven hours later…

  I’m sitting on the floor in my den looking through a baby comforter catalog when I hear Aiden resetting the house alarm.

  “Hey babe, what are you looking at?”

  Looking up at him, as he takes a seat on the floor next to me, “I’m looking at comforters for the baby beds. I don’t know why this is so hard but I’m running out of time to decorate their room.”

  Taking the catalog away from me, he says, “we only have a few weeks left, and yes, we are running out of time to decorate their rooms which will be hard since we have to decorate rooms for two separate houses.”

  Taking the book back from him, “don’t start, I already know what you’re going to say.”

  Sliding down further on the floor to lay his head back on the sofa, he sighs heavily, “I really don’t think you realize how difficult this is going to be not only on us but the babies to get adjusted to going from household to household, that’s not stable.”

  Looking at him, “you said that we would try to see if it will work, remember?”

  Leaning over to place his hand on my stomach which is taking on a deformed look from the movement of the babies, he says, “yeah, I know what I promised and I know it isn’t going to work, isn’t that right Jaxson and Maddison?”

  It seems that whenever Aiden is around, the babies start to play kick ball or at least that’s what it feels like. We decided on first names for the babies a month ago but the middle names are still a mystery. Moving to get more comfortable, “it seems that they don’t move until you’re around.”

  “That’s because they want their daddy to be around all the time, it’s their sign to you.” Rubbing his hands down his face, he asks, “have you already eaten your dinner?”

  “No, I was hoping we could have Chinese food when you got here.”

  “Are you craving Chinese food?”

  Nodding at him, “yes, I’ve been craving beef and broccoli all day.”

  “Well that’s better than some of the other crap that you’ve been craving lately.” Getting up from the floor, “did you want to have it delivered or should we go and sit down somewhere to eat?”

  Holding out my hand for him to help me up, “probably pick it up, I don’t want to wait for it to be delivered and I don’t want to have to change my clothes.” I’m wearing a comfortable double tank top, maternity walking shorts and my hair is in a ponytail on top of my head.

  Looking at me, “why are you wearing shorts and a tank in February? It’s cool outside, so you’re going to have to change.”

  “It’s not cool in here and I can put on a sweater while you go in to get our food.” Waddling past him, “besides, I can do what I want, remember, those were your words, pregnant women don’t have to follow the rules.”

  Following me into the kitchen to find a menu, “I don’t think I ever said those exact words but whatever.”

  “By the way, how was your day?”

  “My day, after I left here, was long and stressful.” Rolling his eyes in my direction, “I guess you’re really not the domestic type.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “It means that you knew I was coming over after work and you didn’t think to have dinner prepared.”

  Looking at him like he has two heads, “no!”

  “Don’t look at me like that. I’m tired, hungry and horny as hell, I don’t want to go out and get food.”

  “Well you don’t have to go, I’ll go get it.” Flailing my hand in the air, “you were the one who asked me not to go out by myself at night. Forgive me for trying to listen to you for a change.”

  Taking a deep breath, “that’s not what I meant. Look, I’m just tired. Let’s start over, okay.” Walking towards me, he pulls me into his arms as far as my belly will allow and plants his chin on top of my head. Placing his hands just above my hips, he says, “I had a really tiring day and I didn’t plan on getting back out to go get food.”

  Looking up at him, “well, I guess I could have either prepared a meal or had something delivered.” Oh, I really don’t want to do this. Damn. “How about I make us sandwiches or something that I already have in the fridge?”

  “You wouldn’t mind doing that?”

  Hell yes, I mind. I want Chinese food. Smiling at him, “no, I don’t mind.”

  Kissing me on the side of my neck, “thank you babe, I’ll wait for you in the den.”

  Walking into the kitchen, I am so pissed at him. No, I’m not domesticated and I don’t ever plan to be. Opening the refrigerator, I have no idea what I can cook for us that won’t take forever. I guess I could make stir fry with chicken since it’s the closest thing to Chinese. Yeah, that’s a good idea. Reaching down to take out the wok that my dad bought me when I first moved to New York, I get a bit emotional thinking of the fact that I haven’t talked to him in about two weeks and on our last conversation, he seemed really distant like he didn’t want to neither talk to me or be bothered. Shaking my head, I really don’t understand him at all. How can he be so upset at me for something that will have no impact on him at all, it’s not like I’m moving back home for them to help me with the babies. And then there’s Aiden’s parents, his dad calls me even more so than his mom. Weird, but whatever, I have to keep to the mindset that I can’t let the actions of others affect me negatively, it’s just not worth it. Gathering the onions, bell peppers and other ingredients for the stir fry I realize that cooking tonight might not be such a bad idea, it helps me to think.

  “Smelling good in here,” Aiden says as he’s taking a seat at the island. “I love to see you working in the kitchen.”

  “Really, you like to see me barefoot and pregnant, huh?”

  Laughing at my comment, “yeah, I guess that’s nice too.”

  “Well, don’t get used to it, this is a very temporary situation that I won’t ever repeat again.”

  “What, the cooking part?”

  Looking up at him while washing my hands, “no, the pregnancy part.”

  “So, are you saying that you’re not going to give me anymore babies?”

  Why is he asking me about more babies when he already knows the answer? Each time we get anywhere near this discussion, I know that marriage isn’t too far behind. “No Aiden, I don’t plan on having more babies.”

  With his elbows propped up on the island, he covers his face. “Sharon, the babies will be here in a few weeks, actually, there’s a possibility that they will come before then, and you keep avoiding the subject of marriage.” Raising his hand to keep me from interrupting him, “I know what I said about our living situation and transporting the babies back and forth, but deep down, I know that it’s not going to work. Our babies need to know that they are in a stable environment from the very beginning.”

  I knew this was coming. Placing me hands flat on the counter, “I don’t want to get married. If it doesn’t work, not only will I be a single parent, but I’ll be a single, divorced parent.” Trying to avoid eye contact with him because I hear the frustration in his voice, “why can’t the fact that we’re together be enough? I can’t have everything taken away from me.”

  His tone is changing so I know he’s agitated with me, “what is being taken away from you, your freedom, is that what you’re saying? So, you don’t think I’m being compromised any? My whole life has changed, and I’m not complaining about it, so what exactly is being
taken away?”

  Trying to keep my voice low so that this discussion doesn’t turn into an argument, “I’m not saying that my freedom is being taken away but my independence is. I don’t want to depend on anyone other than myself. What if you decide that you want to see someone else or have sex with someone else? As a single woman, it will hurt but the only tie between us will be the babies and I can move on.” Looking at him while hoping he will try to understand, “if that happened while we were married, it would be a different story, I’d have more baggage.”

  Getting up from the barstool, he’s pacing back and forth, obviously counting, looking at me, “Sharon, if I had wanted to cheat on you, I would have never stopped in the beginning, over a year ago. It wasn’t right then, we’ve already hashed that out but I know what I want and it’s you. I keep saying this over and over to you.” Rubbing his hand down his face, “I run the same risk that it may not work and I would be just as affected as you but, it’s a chance that I’m willing to take for the sake of our babies.”

  Removing the chicken and stir fry from the burner, “Aiden, can we talk about this later?”

  Raising his voice, “no, now is later. I’m tired of you putting this off. So basically, you don’t trust me. All that I’ve done so far, you still don’t trust me.”

  God, I don’t want to talk about this tonight. Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, “I do trust you, I’m just really scared.”

  Rubbing his forehead, he asks in almost a whisper, “scared of what, disappointing your daddy?” Pacing back and forth again, “you are a grown woman, Sharon. You don’t need your dad’s approval on this.”

  “I’m not trying to get my dad’s approval, Aiden.” Shrugging my shoulders, “okay, I care about what he thinks. As hard as I try not to care, I care. But the decision is ultimately up to me, not him and not you.”

  Holding his hands out in a pleading manner, “can we at least meet half way on this?”

  Where is he going with this? Rubbing my eyes to fight the headache that is sure to come from this conversation, “what do you mean?”

  “Well, we could get engaged.” Watching my expression, he holds up his hand, “if we were to get engaged, at least I’d know that there’s a connection between us.”