Chapter 38: Mitch
Charlie’s mouth grazed my neck as her hand made its way toward my cock. Wrapping her fingers around me, she began stroking and every nerve ending was lit on fire. I couldn’t wait to be inside of her, feeling her grip my cock and her legs wrap around me.
Who is that and why did they have to come here now? I wondered as I heard someone approaching. Things were just getting good…in my mind.
“Hi, Mitch.” Heather said.
I thought I was done with her and she had decided to bow out gracefully. I was so frustrated I couldn’t say this to her out loud.
“I wanted to come by and talk to you.”
Obviously. Just say what you have to say and go. Please. Shit. I sounded like a cranky asshole in my own mind.
“First, I’m so sorry for manipulating you like I did. I just got caught up in the moment of having you back. I didn’t think about the consequences and I know I only brought more pain and confusion.”
Heather picked up my hand and held it tight. “I guess this is the only way I can hold your hand now. You have to be unconscious. I really made a bigger mess of things. If only I’d listened to you when we were in high school. Trusted you. Things would be different. Now I have to get over you all over again.”
Her heartfelt words made me feel sorry for her. She had been manipulated by my mother back then and again now. My mom was a master at it.
“I remember the first time you asked me out. In the hall, by our lockers. When you spoke to me, everything in the world stopped and all I could see or hear was you. I was so excited. I think I walked on air the rest of the day. You made me feel special and cherished during our entire relationship, Mitch. I will always love you for that,” she said, her voice cracking.
Please don’t cry. I hate it when girls cry. I wanted to reach out and comfort Heather even though I was angry with her. If my mother hadn’t have interfered in our lives we could have had a shot at making things work. But I had moved on and Charlie was the woman I loved. Nothing was going to change that. Nothing.
“Well, I should go. You won’t be seeing me again. I’ve decided to move to Texas. I have an aunt who lives there and all my cousins. Being with you again made me realize just how lonely I’ve become here. I want to be with family and leave the past in the past. I’ll always love you, Mitch.”
With that, she kissed me on the lips and left.
I was proud of Heather for having the courage to face me and say goodbye. She had grown up and decided to be a stand up person instead of a manipulator like my mother.
Chapter 39: Charlie
Waiting for Eric to go on trial had been tedious to say the least. It was finally scheduled, but not for a few of months. I was fortunate I hadn’t run into him, but I had sequestered myself in my parents’ home, so it was unlikely I would run into anyone. Fear was still controlling my life and sleep eluded me. But, today I was going to the doctor to get some anxiety medication. I felt ready to jump out of my skin all the time and I knew I needed some help. Maybe I’d be able to sleep again with the meds.
The nurse called my name and I was escorted into the back. She took all my vitals and weighed me before showing me to the exam room.
“The doctor will be right with you.”
“Thank you,” I said, grateful that relief would soon be on the way.
A knock came at the door, followed by it being opened. “Miss Andrews, I’m Dr. Flores,” he said extending his hand to mine. He had a kind face and seeing him relaxed me somehow.
“Good to meet you, Dr. Flores,” I said as I shook his hand.
“So, I see you have come in for anxiety. What specifically seems to be the problem?”
I went on to explain to the doctor my symptoms of being tired, loss of sleep, general fear due to the break in. He was very sympathetic.
“Before I give you a prescription, when was your last menstrual cycle?”
Sitting there for a long moment, I couldn’t remember my last period. Strange. It was nearly April, and I hadn’t thought about my period at all. The stress had been too much with Mitch being hurt and laid up in the hospital. I couldn’t believe I had forgotten about having a period.
“Well, I’m not regular, but honestly, I have no idea. I’ve been under so much stress—I just don’t know.” I said, squinting my eyes.
“Well, a simple urine test will tell us if you are pregnant.”
“Pregnant? I doubt I’m pregnant.”
“Are you not sexually active?”
“I am. I just always use protection.” The words escaped my mouth but the thought of Garrett and I captured my brain. Shit. We didn’t use protection.
Before I could say anything else, the same nurse was showing me to the bathroom and pointing to the cups on the counter for me to pee into. After closing the door and locking it, I stood there, staring at the cups. This couldn’t be happening. It. Just. Couldn’t.
A few moments later, I was handing the cup to the nurse. “How long will it take for the results?”
“Oh, just a few minutes. I’ll let you know as soon as I know,” she said, returning me to the exam room.
“Dr. Flores will be with you shortly.”
Sitting in the chair, my mind was spinning, replaying that night with Garrett. I knew I hadn’t slipped a condom on him before I wrapped my body around his. All I could do was hope I was late because of all the stress I’d been under. Please, God. Let it be that. But the fact I couldn’t remember my last period had my heart racing. How had this escaped me? Months had gone by.
Dr. Flores returned. “Miss Andrews, I can’t prescribe anxiety medication for you today because your test came back positive. You’re pregnant.”
***
Before stepping out into the lobby, I texted Kate that I needed to see her right away. She texted back to come over anytime.
My dad was waiting for me, reading his Kindle. He looked up as I approached.
“Everything okay, sweetheart?”
“Yes. Everything’s fine. The doctor gave me some instructions on relaxing. He wants to wait to prescribe any meds.”
“Really?” my dad asked. “Usually they are more than happy to give out drugs.”
“Well, I think Dr. Flores has a more holistic approach. Anyway, Kate texted me, inviting me over for a visit.”
“Well, let’s go then. I’ll drop you off and I can pick you up when you are ready.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
I barely said two words to my dad on the drive to Kate’s. He was singing along with the radio and didn’t seem to notice. He waited in the car while I knocked on her door. When she opened it, he waved at her, but didn’t drive off until I was safely inside. He had always been and always would be protective.
I didn’t waste any time delivering the jaw-dropping news to Kate. Especially the part where Garrett was most likely the father.
“Oh Charlie,” she said, grabbing me and hugging me. “Maybe you’re wrong. Maybe the baby is Mitch’s.”
I could always count on Kate to be positive. I knew she wanted the best for me and would do whatever it took to help me.
“Maybe. But, somehow I doubt it. I don’t remember using protection with Garrett. Mitch and I had been together the morning of his accident, but we used a condom. We always do because I’m allergic to birth control pills.”
“Oh, yeah, I forgot about that. But, it’s still possible for the baby to be Mitch’s.”
“I was with Garrett about three days after being with Mitch. So, I guess it’s possible, but with how my life has been going, highly unlikely.”
“Well, condoms aren’t a hundred percent,” she said, her face riddled with sorrow for me.
“You’re right,” I whispered. Even talking had become too much for me.
Kate put her arm around me and began guiding me to the sectional in the living room. “You sit and I’m going to make us some tea. Are you hungry?”
“No. But the tea would be good.”
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��I’ll be back in a minute. You just try to relax.”
Kate went into the kitchen and I closed my eyes. My mind drifted and soon I was seeing myself pregnant with a dark haired man holding me, telling me how much he loved me and our baby. Pulling back to see his face, it was Garrett, looking at me adoringly. My eyes shot open suddenly, a gasp escaped from my mouth. It was just a dream.
Kate returned with our tea and I literally cried on her shoulder as she tried to reassure me everything was going to be okay.
“I can’t believe all of this is happening, Kate. It’s just too much. Mitch is never going to forgive me and I can’t blame him.”
“I know you’re overwhelmed. Somehow, everything is going to be okay, I promise. I really believe Mitch will understand in time.”
“Would you? If Neil slept with your sister if you had one? Could you forgive him if she were pregnant with his child?”
Kate opened her mouth, but then closed it. She breathed in deeply, prolonging her answer. “I honestly don’t know. I’d like to believe I would forgive him, but I’m not a hundred percent sure. What about you? Could you forgive Mitch?”
“I want to say yes, of course. But I really don’t know either.”
In the midst of our conversation, Neil came home. He kissed Kate on the top of her head.
“Hi, baby. Hi, Charlie. Sorry to interrupt.”
“You’re not interrupting,” I said.
“Sounds like you two are having an important conversation. Has something happened to Mitch?”
“No,” Kate said. “Mitch is the same.”
Neil nodded.
“I didn’t cook anything for dinner, so maybe we could get take-out.”
“Sure, what do you feel like having?”
Kate looked at Charlie. “I think we need some Italian comfort food.”
“I’ll order three or four dishes and we can all share?”
Kate and I nodded. I was too overwhelmed to choose something for dinner, so Neil’s suggestion was perfect. He had a way of sizing things up and knowing just what to do. Something he and Mitch had in common.
Neil was back with bags of food in no time. He had enough for a party, even though it was just the three of us. We gathered around the kitchen island and Kate began helping Neil unpack the bags.
“Did you order enough food?” Kate asked, laughing.
“Well, I got five different dishes, plus salad, and dessert. I think dessert is in order tonight. I’ll pour some wine for us.”
“None for me, thanks,” I said, wishing I could have some.
Neil raised his eye brows. “You can stay in the guest room, so you don’t have to worry about getting home.”
“That’s not the reason,” Kate interjected.
“Let’s dish up the food and talk while eating.” Neil and Kate agreed with that plan. Once we sat at the table I began telling Neil what was going on.
He didn’t say much at first, astonished I assumed.
“Wow, Charlie. I’m sure you’re beside yourself.”
“Yeah, that’s an understatement. So, counselor, what’s your advice?”
“I don’t have any. I wish I could tell you something to do to make everything okay again, but the truth is you’re going to have to wait until Mitch comes out of his coma and see his reaction. I can’t predict how he’s going to feel about this news.”
“I know,” I said glumly. I put my hand to my forehead. “This is a giant CF.”
“I’ve known Mitch for a long time and, as you know, he has a huge heart. When we spoke about you and Heather, he concluded Heather had cheated on him and that was why they broke up. But, as I said to him and have said to you, you are both the soul mate of the other. Will he look past the accidental sex? Probably, but it may take time. I think the same applies to the baby, Charlie. I think he loves you too much and wouldn’t be able to turn his back on you or the baby. It may take time to get your relationship back on track, but I feel it should work out in the end. It may take patience,” Kate said, reaching her hand across the table to squeeze mine. There was my best friend, doing all she could to make me feel better. I could always count on her.
“Did the doctor determine your date of conception? I think they’re pretty accurate,” Neil asked.
“I didn’t think to ask when I was in his office, but I googled pregnancy conception dates on my phone when my dad was driving me over. The conception date is an estimate based on the first day of my last period. I seriously have no clue when I had my last period let alone the date it started. I just…can’t remember. Too much has happened in our lives.”
“But you think the baby belongs to Garrett? Why?”
“Because we didn’t use protection and I used protection with Mitch. But, Kate pointed out condoms are not one hundred percent, so maybe the baby is Mitch’s. God, let it be Mitch’s.”
Neil had such compassion in his eyes. “Charlie, we’re here for you and we’ll do anything to help you and Mitch through this when he comes out of his coma. Try your best to relax.”
I knew Neil was giving me good advice and I had to calm down. Feeling stressed over this wasn’t good for the baby or me.
Chapter 40: Mitch
It was hard to tell when I was sleeping and when I was awake unless someone was in the room with me. Of course, the nightmares of Garrett and I fighting told me I was sleeping and I couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact we had come to blows. Things got out of hand so quickly and at one point, I thought I was going to kill him or he was going to kill me. Some days I wished he had. Living in this state of limbo, my new existence, was horrible. I was a shell with an active mind, hearing everything going on around me, but incapable of participating in any way. I knew there was no guarantee I would ever come out of this which made me wish for death on a regular basis.
Someone entered my room and I could sense their presence, smell their cologne, but they didn’t speak. The scent clued me into the fact it was a man. A woman wouldn’t wear a woodsy cologne like that. Who was he and why wasn’t he talking? An uneasy sensation spread over me while I waited for something to happen. I hated being vulnerable like this, unable to defend myself if I had to.
He came closer to me and hovered over me. What the hell do you want? My heart rate had increased significantly, my instincts telling me something was very wrong. Then he whispered, “After I make her mine, I’m coming back for you.”
What…the…fuck? Oh my God, he was talking about Charlie. I tried so hard to open my eyes, reach out and grab this guy, but it was useless. Being a prisoner in my own body I couldn’t protect myself, let alone Charlie.
Then he pulled away and I heard his faint footsteps as he left my room. What’s going on? Charlie had told me about the break in. I’d bet my life this was the guy who broke into our place. Since he whispered it was difficult to get a read on his voice. But, I knew I’d remember the scent of his cologne. It was very distinctive.
If I could come out of my coma just from sheer will, I would. I’d chase the guy down and stop him from breathing the same air as Charlie. But, there was nothing I could do except wait. Wait for this nightmare to end and get my life back. Please, God, give me my life back.
Chapter 41: Charlie
End of March
Two weeks had gone by before I got up the nerve to actually tell Mitch I was pregnant. I had no intentions of telling Garrett. I couldn’t deal with him and was grateful he was gone. I’d gone to visit Mitch every day, but as I sat there holding his hand, the words got caught in my throat and I couldn’t turn them loose. Today I was determined to tell him even though I had no idea if he could hear me or not. Kate and Natalie had assured me it would be good to get it off my chest. They had both been so supportive and believed no matter what happened, Mitch and I would work out. Holding onto their positive thoughts was all I could do right now.
Squirting lotion into my hands, I picked up Mitch’s right hand and began lathering him with the thick mixture. His hands were so dry and I mad
e sure to work the lotion in until they became soft again.
“I miss you so much, baby. I just want you to open your eyes. Will you do that for me?”
I said this to him every day as if he would answer my request, but nothing happened.
“Work has been crazy. We have a new product coming out, so everyone has been putting in long hours.” I wanted to hit myself in the head. Work? Who cares? Having a one-way conversation was so difficult. I was used to Mitch’s quick wit that always made me laugh.
Looking at him lying there with his dark hair and strong jaw, he was so handsome. I hated that what I was about to say had the potential of breaking his heart—if he could hear me. I’d read about coma patients and many of them were completely aware of what was going on around them. I imagined this was the case with Mitch.
“Mitch, I have something to tell you. Something that is very difficult for me to say. Something I wish I wasn’t going to say.”
I paused to gather my courage. I really needed a drink before getting this out, but that wasn’t going to happen.
“I’m just going to come out with it. I’m pregnant.”
I had fantasied about saying that to Mitch, but not under these circumstances. In my mind there would be celebrating, tears, laughter, cigars. But not in this scenario. At least I had finally told him.
“I can only assume that you and Garrett were fighting over what happened between him and me. It breaks my heart that I did what I did, but I can’t take it back and there’s a possibility this baby is his. I’m so sorry, Mitch. I hate this more than anything. All we wanted to do was move up our wedding date and get married at my parents’ house. Everything is messed up. I just hope when you wake up you can forgive me, Mitch. I love you so much. I never meant for any of this to happen to us.”
Chapter 42: Mitch
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