“Morning sickness finally getting you, baby doll? Everyone gets it at different times. Me, mine was all day but only for a few months. Thankfully not like my sister, hers was her entire pregnancy,” she informs me.
“God bless her that she went on to have more. I am really hoping this is a limited engagement, feeling nauseous all day is not my idea of a good time by any means,” I tell her, gulping air to keep from breathing through my nose.
Renee and I have been friends since high school. She got pregnant at the end of our senior year, but it never hindered her going to college and making her career, which I'm thankful for.
We were able to go to the same elementary school to do our student teaching, and I love it. Seeing her on these days helps so much, especially now.
“Hey ladies, you almost done with the machine? Need to just make a few in a jiffy while my class is in Art with Ms. Epps,” Tiffany says from the doorway.
“Yeah, almost done,” I say.
Walking closer to get her pile together, she stands next to me and smiles. I smell the coffee she is carrying in her mug. Oh God, not here. Please don't let me blow it here!
I wrinkle my nose. “Can you move your coffee out of the room, please? The smell of coffee really is making me feel sick to my stomach today,” I tell her and Renee.
“Sure thing, sweetie. You alright? A little under the weather today I take it,” she says so sweetly while rubbing my back.
Renee decides this is the time to open her big mouth. “She should be alright soon enough.” She winks at me. “By summer vacation and her college graduation she will be spewing a baby out,” she describes oh so eloquently.
Turning to face Tiffany, I tell her my news.
Hugging me tightly, she quickly makes her copies while asking about my appointment at the doctor, how Trent is taking it, and what my plans are.
Everyone has been really and truly great about my news so far. I mean, I guess I was waiting for the judges and jury to come and point their finger at the unwed soon to be mother. No such thing has happened, yet.
That reminds me, Trent was supposed to talk to his mom today about dinner plans for tomorrow night. The sick feeling returns as I think of the reactions of Mr. and Mrs. Zito. Being very traditional Italian, I am so afraid of the reactions to come. I truly enjoy both of his parents and they have been nothing but respectful to me since I have met them. I like to think I'm a pretty good and wholesome girl, guess this will blow that out of the water. Good wholesome girls don't just go get knocked up, now do they.
Turning toward the door, I wave goodbye to both ladies. “I will see you ladies outside after lunch. I think I noticed we have recess duty together today.”
Smiling, they both say goodbye as they pack their things up to head back to class.
***
Grabbing some crackers and juice, I jump in my car to head to my class I have tonight.
I grab my phone out of my purse and see I have a missed call and voice mail from Trent.
Pulling it up I listen with a smile.
“Hey, baby, just wanted to check and see how you're feeling. It was a busy day today and I wasn't able to try and catch up with you before now. I know you have class tonight, meet me at my place after? Call me and let me know when you can, sweetheart. I love you.”
My face could split with the dopey grin I have on it.
Calling him back, it rings a few times.
“Hi baby,” he answers.
“Hi handsome,” I say, smiling.
“How are you feeling? Any better than this morning?”
“It was up and down all day,” I tell him. “I would say that the smell of coffee is a definite trigger for me right now. Renee says I am probably having morning sickness.”
“Morning sickness lasts all day? That's a silly name for it,” he says, sounding confused.
Laughing at his confusion, I try and enlighten him. “Well it's just a name really, and it affects everyone differently. I'm just hoping I'm one of those that it goes by quickly with,” I tell him frustrated.
“I hope so too, baby. I hate that you aren't feeling good. Honestly, I'm going to miss making coffee at home, but getting it before work is better than you feeling sick, so I'll live,” he says sweetly.
“Well aren't you just my Prince now,” I say sarcastically.
“I am, aren't I?”
Rolling my eyes, I pull into the parking lot of the Dearborn campus of school. “I just got to school, babe, and need to finish this day up. I’ll head on over when I get out of class. Just leave the door unlocked so I don't scare Brad and Lauren when I come in,” I tell him.
“Okay, sweetheart, I'll see you later. Have a good class, I love you.”
“Love you too, babe,” I say, hanging up.
Walking into Ms. Perkins’ English Lit class, I find my seat and set down my stuff. Needing to pee before class starts, I run to the bathroom real quick. As I finish up washing my hands, I feel like I'm being watched. Looking up I see a blonde a few sinks down putting on lipstick and staring at me through the mirror.
“Oh hi,” she says.
“Hi,” I say looking away and grabbing a paper towel.
“You're Andrea, right? As in Trent’s Andrea,” she asks, now smiling sweetly.
While drying my hands, I answer, “Yes, my name is Andrea and my boyfriend is Trent Zito.”
“Well, well. I hear big congratulations are in order then.”
“I'm sorry, who are you?” I ask confused.
“Oh, I'm so rude. I'm Marissa, an old friend of Trent’s.” She smiles and sticks her hand out to shake.
Stepping back, I feel myself stiffen and my face drops. “Marissa, as in Marissa his ex girlfriend,” I say, laughing sarcastically. “Forgive me if I'm being rude by not shaking your hand. I'm just a little confused as to why you are talking to me or how you know who I am or anything about me for that matter.”
Smoothing her hair down and smiling saccharine sweet through the mirror at me, she shakes her head. “Well, darling, I have seen you two together. You know Trent and I still talk quite often. Well, we do more than talk, if you catch my drift. Seems he likes to keep us both. As a matter-of-fact, we just had dinner together last week after class and a pretty spectacular lunch today.” She winks saucily.
Feeling suddenly sick to my stomach, I turn to leave.
“What's the matter, Andrea?” she sneers. “Sharing your man isn't sitting well with you? That's too bad because that Carter of yours was one hell of a wild time too,” she says on a shiver as if remembering.
“You were the blonde at his apartment, the night we broke up,” I say in shock.
She looks up at me and blows a kiss.
Narrowing my eyes at her, I decide I've had about enough of this bitch. “Sharing isn't something I would call my relationship with Trent. We are happy together and I'm pretty sure you are lying. I don't know the game you are playing here, Marissa, but I'm not going to be part of it. As for Carter, he's free to roam; he’s not my property,” I try to tell her convincingly.
Stepping back and sticking out her full chest, she smooths her hands down her sides. “Don't worry, angel face, he will come back to me soon enough. He knows where to really have a good time. And he will once he’s tired of playing house with you and you've lost that cute little figure of yours.” She grins.
“My figure….”
“Oh yes, I’ve heard your amazing news,” she says, clapping her hands delightfully. “A baby, how sweet. Was this your way to finally tie him down? To be the one to tame the wild Trent Zito.” She laughs a little crazily.
“My way? This baby was not on purpose, but we are actually both very happy about it. How is it you even know what's happening with us?” I ask her, annoyed and confused.
“Well, my roommate Megan waitresses at Slots. She overheard a little tidbit about Trent becoming a daddy. Don't get me wrong, sugar drop, I am completely happy for you both,” she sneers.
“We also had
“lunch” today,” she says in air quotes, “so he could let me know I needed to find my fun elsewhere.”
I can't breathe, I need to get out of here. What if she isn't lying? That lying sack of shit!
“Just remember what I said,” she says, stepping a little too close for comfort. “Trent has been mine for a very long time. He wanted to give me up when he met you, but he couldn't. Not sure I see why, but that is neither here nor there,” she says, looking me up and down.
“Anyway, just remember what I said, dumpling. Trent Zito is a highly enjoyable stallion. You can't tame that wild one and he will come back to the stable soon enough where he belongs.”
Shaking with rage and gulping air, I turn to leave.
“I'm not trying to upset you, Andrea. I just want you to understand what you're up against here. As soon as your little pregnancy charade fails, he will be gone,” she says, clapping her hands laughing. “Poof!”
Running from the bathroom, I can hear her laughter down the hall. Suddenly not feeling so hot, I walk to my table and grab my things. Apologizing to Ms. Perkins, I leave.
***
Tears streaming down my face, I try to concentrate on seeing the road on my way to Trent’s apartment. Pulling my CD out of the holder strapped to my visor, I put in Limp Bizkit. “Break Stuff” starts up and I take a calming breath while bopping my head and banging the steering wheel to the beat. Hitting the chorus, I belt it out loud and angrily. This is amazing therapy on a bad day, let me tell you. That lying piece...I can't believe how stupid I am.
Pulling up in front of Trent’s building, I throw my Mustang in park and go to his door. Walking in, I see the TV on in the living room. I don't see Trent, so I head toward his bedroom. Pulling his door open and peeking in, I hear the shower running from his attached bathroom. I push the door open a little and am hit with steam.
“Babe, I'm here,” I tell him, my voice still cracking a little from crying.
Pulling the curtain back revealing him in his naked glory, he smiles big. Appreciating the beautiful man in front of me, I look up at his throat clearing. Red faced I look to him.
“Come join me, baby, I'll help you destress your long day away,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows.
“No, babe, that's okay. Just go ahead and finish. I'm pretty tired and just want to lay down,” I tell him, stepping back toward the door. He isn't touching me, not until he can assure me Marissa is a liar. I bet his shower is to wash her skank away…I can't even.
“Everything okay, sweetheart? Your eyes are swollen. What's the matter, why were you crying?” he asks concerned, with his eyebrows drawn in.
Nodding, I close the bathroom door and go to crawl in his big King size bed. I'm not going to stand there and have this out while he's gloriously naked in the shower.
Hearing the shower turn off, I roll to my other side and hope that deters the conversation I know is coming. I'm too tired to even deal with this right now. It hurts me, but maybe I should just keep my eyes wide open so to speak. I don't really want to rehash all the nasty things Marissa had to say to me tonight.
STEPPING OUT OF the shower, I quickly dry off so I can go find Andrea. Walking into my room, I see her laying on my bed facing away from me. Seeing the time on my alarm clock confuses me. She is supposed to be in class right now, why is she here? She was crying before she came and I don't know why, I will find out though.
Wrapping my towel around my waist, I climb into bed and pull her back to my front, wrapping my arms around her. “Baby,” I whisper in her ear.
She sniffles and lets out a deep breath.
“Sweetheart, talk to me. Please, baby. What happened at school to have you number one, here instead of there, and number two, clearly upset and emotional,” I plead. She knows.
She turns over, the tears streaming down her face breaks me. I reach out to cup her face and wipe her tears. Laying my forehead to hers, while I cup her cheek I plead with her. “Baby, I don't know how to make it better if you don't tell me.”
“You don't still see Marissa, do you?”
Taken back, I blink a few times. How does she know? “No baby, not since I met you. I haven't talked to her nor have I seen her,” I say softly. I need to keep her, I'm a shit for lying but I can't lose her.
“When I got to class, I put my stuff down and went to the bathroom before class started. When I came out and was washing my hands, there was a beautiful blonde at the counter putting on lipstick,” she says, taking a deep breath. “She asked if I was Andrea, your Andrea. She was nice at first and introduced herself to me. But then she got really cold, Trent. She told me she knew about the baby and accused me of pulling a stunt to keep you,” she says as more tears stream down my face.
Hiccuping, she continues. “She said that you still talk a lot and that you had dinner together last week after class and lunch today,” she says, looking up to me with pleading eyes. I know what she is pleading, she wants me to confirm that Marissa is full of it.
Rage courses through me that she decided to confront Andrea when I told her I was done playing them both. Of course she was upset, but this….
Wiping her tears, I look her right in the eyes so that I hope she can see I am being honest with her. I need her to believe me, I won't have Marissa ruining this for me. Even though it's my own damn fault.
“Baby, I would never do that. Yes, she and I were cordial to each other, but that is all. Since I met you, the only woman I have spent any time with is you. I would never hurt you that way sweetheart, please know that,” I plead.
Nodding her head and letting out the breath she was apparently holding, she launches herself into my arms. “I didn't think she was telling the truth, but I still had to know. I hate how she made me feel, I hate how she got to me and knew it,” she says on a sob. Fuck.
Shushing her and holding her tightly in my arms, I just run my hands through her hair.
“She told me that I need to know what I am up against. She heard about you being a daddy from her roommate, that waitress at Slots,” she mumbles into my chest. “She said you told her all about it at lunch today too… and after.”
Realization dawns on me. She must be talking about that waitress that Brad set straight. She didn't tell me she already knew when I told her myself today. She didn't really care either while she was climbing my lap. I didn't seem to care while I let her take my cock for a fantastic ride either. Throwing my head back and grinding my jaw, I remain quiet. I'm sure the fact I am trembling with rage is what causes her to look up at me. I can't look at her right now, I'm a lying piece of shit.
“Don't worry, sweetheart. I will make sure that Marissa doesn't bother you again,” I tell her.
“Trent, babe, what are you planning? I don't like it. Just leave it alone, please, I don't think she will bother me again,” she tries to convince me. I know she hates confrontation, it's part of what's made it so easy to keep Marissa on the side.
Rubbing my nose to hers and smiling, I let her win this one. I finally look at her and give her what she wants to see, that I’m not a liar. She doesn't have to know about my little conversation I will be having with Marissa soon enough. Just keep your dick out of it this time.
“Oh, she also said that you would come back to her when you are tired of playing house with me, when I lose my figure, or my charade gets old. She says you will always be hers and that I can't tame you, that you're untamable,” she says with her eyes twinkling with laughter. She's testing what I might say.
Turning her over and laying on top of her, I breathe in the smell of her hair. Roses and coconut, that's how she always smells to me. “Oh baby, I’m far from tame. But I’m only after one woman who keeps my wild side so satisfied,” I tell her, wiggling my eyebrows. Shit, I need to keep this wild side in better check.
Laughing she throws her head back as I nibble on her neck.
“I think I should demonstrate just how wild you make me, baby. Just how much I love this body and heart. I am yours, and nothing will keep
me from you,” I tell her, moving up to her ear and nibbling.
Moaning, she tilts her head and whispers, “Yes, Trent, I believe you. I don't want to doubt us again. But we are still so new, I guess it's easy sometimes for doubt to creep in.”
“Oh, sweetheart, no one has ever made me feel the way you do. I love you, Andrea. I love you so much it hurts sometimes. I knew I would keep you, and one day we would have a family. Fate just had a way of taking it a little faster,” I say, kissing her laughing.
Giggling, she kisses me back.
Crisis averted. Glad now I washed Marissa from me before she got here.
Pulling my shirt over my head, I look down at the most beautiful woman, the key to my future. My whole world is in this bed right now. No more Marissa asshole. Too risky. But shit, I don't know if I can.
“Let me show you, baby. Let me show you everything you mean to me. But first, I want you rested. What I have planned for you, you are going to most definitely need energy for,” I say, rolling to my side and pulling her with me.
I may be a dog, but I can't give both of them my cock on the same day.
Scrunching her forehead in disappointment, she kisses my chest and snuggles her face down.
Taking a deep breath, she settles into me.
It isn't long before I feel her breathing even out to slow and steady. My poor exhausted baby is fast asleep. I just take a deep breath and think of how to talk to Marissa again to keep her ass quiet. Preferably sticking my cock down her throat.
“Sweet dreams, my angel,” I whisper into her hair.
***
The drive to meet my parents is quiet. I know she is sitting next to me working her mind into overdrive about our talk with my parents. I still hope she isn't thinking about the Marissa stuff. I need to be more careful. Taking her hand in mine I squeeze it gently.
“Don't worry so much, baby. My parents love you and know how happy you make me. Yes, they may try and pressure us into taking our vows sooner rather than down the road, but that's just because they are old fashioned,” I tell her gently.
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