Something Forever
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 M. Clarke

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“Oh God,” I yelped, grabbing his arms. My body moved to the rocking motion of his fine rock hard ass.
“Becca,” he murmured my name when his will had been spent. Out of breath, he dropped next to me. No words were exchanged as heavy breaths exhaled from our mouths. Giving me the most adorable killer smile, he said, “Welcome home, Becca. I told you what happened in Vegas continued when we got home.”
Max
Jenna is pregnant! Those words played in my mind like a broken record all freakin’ night. Tossing and turning, I thought about the ‘what ifs’. Shit! It was my fault. I’d always used a condom even if my date was on the pill. It was a way for me to be extra cautious. How ironic! I had assumed Jenna was on the pill and I hadn’t used one with her a couple of times. She told me she hadn’t had sex for three years. I guess that should have been my sign to ask her about it. Too late!
Leaving a note on my pillow for Jenna, I went to work early that morning. Having a difficult time sleeping, I decided it was best for me to clear my head without having her around. I hoped Jenna understood.
Jenna,
I need to take care of things before the meeting.
I’ll see you at work.
Love,
Max
Jenna being pregnant was ‘smack in your face’ shocking. I couldn’t help the questions I had asked. I knew they were idiotic, but being that surprised, it was all I could ask at that moment. Thank goodness I hadn’t asked her a stupid question like, “Is the baby mine?” Knowing Jenna, of course it was mine.
I had to admit, knowing she didn’t have a tumor or cancer was great news, but I never expected this. Having a baby was life-altering. I wanted to show Jenna the world, get married, and then start a family. Fuck!
Raking my hair back, I stopped pacing around in my office and sat down. I turned on the computer, replied to a couple of emails, and then swirled my chair to face the window.
People were moving in and out of the building. All those people down there had to deal with shit that happened in life every day. I was one of the lucky ones that didn’t have to worry about how I was going to feed my family, pay the bills, take care of a loved one who was sick, or other issues. I should be grateful. So what did it matter that we had to delay our trips around the world? All that mattered was that we had each other and we were healthy. For Jenna’s sake, knowing how worried she was about having a difficult time getting pregnant, the news should be a blessing. What the hell was wrong with me?
Time was what I needed. I had to process the news and figure out how to embrace it. I just prayed I hadn’t made Jenna feel like shit. I was hoping she’d understand I needed some space to get use to the idea. After all, she’d had more than a week. I could understand why, but at the same time she had waited so long. Because...she knew I would flip. Damn it! I did exactly what she thought I would do. It was no wonder she had waited.
Picking up my phone, I called my secretary. No answer. What time was it? I had forgotten it was seven in the morning. I thought about calling Jenna, but she might be sleeping. I texted her instead.
Good morning, babe. I’m in the office. I’ll be out all day. Let’s talk tonight.
Thinking about her made me feel like shit. Though I couldn’t remember exactly what I had said to her, I thought that I might have said stuff that I shouldn’t have. Did I? Considering how I felt, it just dawned on me how Jenna must be feeling right now. She was the one who had to carry our child for nine months. Her body would be going through changes, not mine. She had to make physical accommodations, and maybe even mental ones, and here I was thinking of my selfish, greedy wants. I was an ass**le.
I knew what I had to do from here on. First, I needed to give her peace of mind and let her know I was there with her every step of the way, then the rest would have to follow. Second, I needed a drink.
Chapter 8
Jenna
Stretching and yawning, I turned over to find Max, but he was not in bed. Rubbing my eyes, I propped myself a bit to see if he was in the room. When I didn’t see him, and instead discovered a note, my heart dropped. I didn’t know why I was so nervous. I thought it was a note telling me he didn’t want to be with me anymore. Being the carrier of not so good news had made me paranoid, but my heart rate quickly subsided when I read the note.
Max had never gone to work this early before. In fact, I knew his schedule better than he did, maybe even better than his secretary. He didn’t have a meeting until ten. This only proved that he needed time alone. I could understand, but why did it hurt so much?
My vision of how I would feel when I was pregnant was nothing like the reality—I should be ecstatic, my cheeks should be glowing—but I felt neither. Being pregnant had become a dark cloud over my head and I felt utterly depressed. Releasing a long, heavy sigh, I got ready for work.
The first thing I saw when I stepped inside the office was Matthew’s smiling face. He was standing by the whiteboard, glowing with happiness. It was good to see him this way. He was the only one in the office. I assumed the others hadn’t come in or were out and about somewhere in the building.
“Good morning, Jenna,” Matthew greeted, giving me a warm hug. “Max came in early today. Does he have an early meeting or did you kick him out?” Matthew let out a light chuckle. I knew he was joking, but I panicked at first.
“How did you know he was here early?”
“I swung by his office to drop off a document.”
“Oh. I see. And by the way, I kicked him out,” I joked back, trying to hide my worries.