David and Diane have been married for years; then there is Julie, the young secretary whose axis collides with the couple’s in ways none of them saw coming.
I normally walk when I need to clear my head, and after the doctor’s announcement, my head definitely needed clearing; so, rather than call a cab, I started walking once I left the clinic.
Surprisingly, now that I knew what was wrong with me, I did not even feel sick anymore, as my mind’s issues took precedence over my physical symptoms. For the first 30 minutes of my aimless walk, two statements ran through my mind on replay: ‘I’m pregnant. I’m carrying David’s child. I’m pregnant. I’m carrying David’s child.’
I must have said them to myself a thousand times before they finally registered fully, and I was able to move on to my next thought; what would David say?
From the way he had been keeping his distance of late, having a child with me definitely had not been his plan, but then again, neither had it been mine, yet here we were.
I was certain he was not the sort of man to run from his responsibilities; so, no matter how he felt about the situation, he would not abandon our child and I.
Maybe it would even draw us closer and bring him back to me, I thought with sudden hopefulness. After all, he had always complained about how Diane had taken over the raising of their children, and how he felt like his only role in their lives was to pay the bills; here was his chance to raise a child his way.
They say everything happens for a reason; maybe me getting pregnant now was meant to mark a turning point in not just our relationship, but in David’s life as a father.
Maybe this was the universe’s way of bringing him back to me, so that he could finally experience all the joys of fatherhood, and not just its pains.
I had just come out of a long, heated morning meeting, when Julie texted: “Hi. Can you come over this evening?”
I groaned aloud. The last thing I needed right now was Julie’s neediness.
“It’s going to be a long day, sorry, won’t be able to”, I typed back quickly, and began to put away my phone, when surprisingly a reply arrived: “I really need to see you, it’s important.”
I muttered an irritated curse under my breath, then typed out a reply with a lot more force than was necessary: “Told you it’s a busy day so I can’t make it. What’s wrong? Are you feeling worse?” To my even bigger surprise, rather than the beep of another text arriving, my phone actually rung.
I stared at Julie’s name flashing on the screen in shock for a few seconds, before finally answering it.
“I need to see you,” she stated firmly. Now I began to get irritated; who the hell did she think she was? When had she grown so entitled and demanding?
“Julie, I don’t know how many times you want me to say the....”
“I’m pregnant,” she cut me off mid-sentence.
I felt the blood drain from my head, and it was a good thing I was seated at my desk, because my legs suddenly felt weak. Julie pregnant! How? I know that seems a stupid question, but since she knew how important it was to keep our affair on the down low, surely she should have taken precautions to ensure that this never happened!
Weren’t all single, sexually-active women on the pill?
I had just assumed that she was, so had never raised the subject; what a huge mistake that had turned out to be! What was I going to do? If Diane found out about this, I could kiss my marriage goodbye. Infidelity was bad enough, getting another woman pregnant was unforgivable.
“David! David, are you still there?” Julie’s voice broke into my thoughts. I could not think straight yet.
“I’ll call you back,” I answered brusquely then hung up, dropping the phone onto my desk, and my face into my hands.
Midway through my meeting with Mark, I glanced at my watch then apologetically interrupted his presentation.
“I’m afraid I’ve got to run; I have another meeting to attend that I can’t be late for. I’m really sorry, but can we continue with this later on today?”
“No problem; I have a few more meetings scheduled, but those should be done by three; can you come back then?”
“At three? No, I would still be tied up at the boutique then,” I answered regretfully, then added, almost like an after thought: “I should be done with the boutique by five, and there is a great café close to it that I like to drop by most evenings; we could meet there then to wrap this up.”
There was a flicker of hesitation in his eyes, but he quickly masked it.
“Sure, that sounds fine; just send me the pin and time, and I’ll be there,” he answered graciously.
I had known he would agree; I was the client, and he needed my business, so he had to accommodate my wishes. I did not actually have a meeting to rush to; in fact, I had nothing at all scheduled for the rest of the day. I simply wanted to get Mark out of the office environment, as I kicked off my seduction of him.
When I arrived at the café a little after five, he was already there waiting for me; this was going to be even easier than I had thought!