Lieutenant Commander Stud

by Carter, Chance

  “El, are you home!?”

  Molly burst through the entrance, not bothering to take off her shoes before walking into the kitchen and living room area.

  “El?”

  Molly knocked on Elodie’s bedroom door, but no one answered. Is she sleeping this late in the day? Molly tried to open the door, but it was blocked by piles of laundry.

  Holy shit, what a mess! My kid will never be as messy as Elodie is. I’ll teach him or her how to take pride in their home, just like my Mom did.

  Molly had been holding off telling her mother she was pregnant. The thought of what she might say made Molly’s stomach churn. She figured it could go either way. Her mother could be apprehensive, yet accepting of Molly’s news, or she could be upset and worst of all, disappointed in Molly for such a catastrophic failure. The latter seemed more likely, but Molly knew that despite her mother’s inability to show her anger outwardly, she would have a hard time concealing her sadness about Molly’s prospects in life now that she was going to have a child at such a young age.

  ‘Things were tough, back in my day,’ was what Molly had heard so many times.

  Molly’s mother was young when she was pregnant, just three years older than Molly was now. She had already been through college at the time, where she majored in the field of education, just like Molly. She met her husband, Molly’s father, at her first job. When she told him that she was pregnant with his child, she was fortunate that he stuck around to help support her and their child, Molly.

  She never talked about what it was actually like raising a child at that age, or being pregnant unexpectedly. Did she ever think of getting rid of me? Or putting me up for adoption?

  Molly was wrestling with those thoughts herself, feeling guilty every time she considered calling the local women’s facility and making an appointment, or searching online for information on the best adoption agencies.

  Taking a deep breath, Molly got her phone out of her purse and scrolled through until she reached the number she sought, labeled, ‘Mama.’

  “Molly! Hi, babygirl, how are you?”

  Molly’s mother was always delighted to hear her daughter’s voice.

  “Hi, Mama, I’m doing pretty good. It’s weird. Elodie’s usually home at this time but she’s not today, so I’m kind of bored, just sitting in my room and thinking about stuff.”

  Molly could hear that her mother was outside, probably tending to her garden now that the sun was starting to go down.

  She sounds like she’s in a good mood. Maybe now is a good time to tell her.

  “What are you thinking about? Anything your ol’ mother dearest can help you with?”

  Molly felt her throat getting tighter and knots forming in her stomach. I can’t ...

  “I was just looking through an old photo album with family pictures from when I was a baby. It made me think about how you and dad never told me much about what it was like raising me. I don’t know if that’s a weird thing to want to talk about, but I figured I’d ask anyway.”

  Now you’re pregnant and a liar too.

  “Oh, sweetie, it’s not a weird thing to want to talk about! I’d love to tell you. Where do I even start? Well it was hard at first, that’s for sure. You see, your father and I hadn’t been together for very long when I found out I was pregnant with you. I had just finished my degree and had a position as a substitute teacher at the local high school. Your father was the math teacher there for a year already. He was on salary, but I was just scraping by and paying off student loans with most of my paychecks. To be honest, at first I wasn’t sure whether or not I’d be able to do it. Having you and a career seemed impossible, and the thought of telling your father seemed even more outlandish.”

  I could never tell Xander.

  “When I finally worked up the courage to tell him that I was pregnant, I had already made my mind up that I would keep you, Molly Dolly. I would look down at my belly every night and tell you I loved you. Even when you made me sick I told you it was alright, that Mama was here for you. I was lucky that your father reacted the way he did. I went to him crying, prepared to tell him that I was going to do it with or without him, but he cradled me in his arms and told me that it was the happiest day of his life. From then on it didn’t matter how much or how little money we had, so long as we had you.”

  Holding the phone away from her ear, Molly wiped her tears onto her sleeve.

  “Molly, you there honey?”

  “Yeah, Mama, I’m here. Sorry, I thought I heard El coming home. Thanks for telling me all of that, I’m glad you and Dad stayed together, and I’m sorry it was rough for you at the beginning. I can’t imagine.”

  “It was worth it, Molly. If I could do it all over again, I wouldn’t change a thing. Well, except maybe what I made you wear in your second grade school pictures.”

  Molly remembered seeing pictures of herself sporting a red dress complete with white frills and shoulder pads.

  “Yeah, I think shorts and a t-shirt would have been good enough. Anyway, I should get going. Thanks, and love you, Mom.”

  Molly hung up the phone and walked over to her full length mirror.

  Hey there little one.

  She put a hand to her swollen belly and lifted her shirt, trying to imagine the tiny human growing inside of her. Up until that moment, it hadn’t seemed entirely real. It was as though her brain had been trying to block out thoughts of a true pregnancy, because having to raise the child on her own was too stressful for her to come to terms with. Now that she had spoken to her mother and was able to think more clearly, Molly began resenting herself for ever having thought of giving up her unborn child.

  I’ll never leave you. Even if I have to do this all on my own, I will never abandon you.

  Elodie barged into the room.

  “Mol! You’ll never believe what I’m about to tell you.”

  Elodie’s face went from excited to puzzled, as she looked at Molly rubbing her stomach in the mirror.

  “Oh, also—just so you know—you’re not going to develop any kind of noticeable bump for at least another week, or month ... or something.”

  Molly quickly pulled down her shirt.

  “It’s called knocking, El. What shocking news do you have?”

  Elodie kicked off her shoes at the doorway and jumped onto Molly’s bed.

  “Okay so I may have a date tonight and guess who it’s with? Come on, guess!”

  Molly was racking her brain, trying to come up with names for all of the faces she’d seen entering and exiting Elodie’s room over the last couple of months.

  “Is it that guy you met in Organic Chemistry class last semester? The dude who you said curves to the left?”

  Elodie threw her head back and laughed, almost smacking it against the bedpost.

  “The guy I sang that song to as he was leaving? Oh my God, Mol, you remember that? ‘To the left to the left, everything you own curves a little to the left.’

  He was so not impressed. Seriously though, guess someone else!”

  Molly sighed and sat on the floor facing Elodie.

  “Okay hmm, let me think for a second. That guy from the gym you went to once? The weird guy on that dating app who liked your toes?”

  “Okay, you suck at this game, Mol. I’ll just tell you. It’s Johnny! Xander’s friend from the gym. He’s so cute and actually really funny. I was pleasantly surprised, I honestly thought he would be a bit of a doorknob.”

  That would make him and Xander two peas in a pod.

  Molly must not have hid her emotions very well.

  “Did you seriously just roll your eyes? What’s so horrible about going on a date with Johnny?”

  “You’re telling me that you’re going on a date with one of the guys you told me to stay away from? If that isn’t hypocritical then I don’t know what is, Elodie. Not to mention that Johnny is Xander’s best friend. Isn’t that a little, I don’t know, backstabby?”

  It is, right?

  �
��Maybe I was wrong, Molly. Maybe not all of them are complete assholes like Xander is. And as for being backstabby, we’re not going to sit at dinner and talk about you and Xander. Don’t be so self-centered.”

  I don’t know how my mother and father always remained so even-tempered. I wonder what they would say to Elodie now.

  Molly was now looking Elodie dead in the eyes.

  “Self-centered? Is this being self-centered, Elodie? Raising a baby all by myself when I know it could mean I’ll lose everything? Why would you date an asshole like Johnny, Elodie. Why?”

  Elodie looked down at Molly’s stomach.

  “Because I know he’s not like Xander. He won’t go knocking some chick up and then call the next girl on his list.” Elodie lowered her voice and went on, “Don’t be mad at me because you chose the wrong guy.”

  What did she just say? Am I hearing her right?

  Molly had the urge to slap Elodie across the face. Even though her baby wasn’t able to see what was going on between the two of them, Molly felt a responsibility to act more maturely now that she was going to be a mom.

  “I’m going to pretend like you never said that, El.”

  Elodie jumped off of the bed and stormed out of the room, but not before turning around to have the final word.

  “And I’m going to pretend like you aren’t a jealous friend who’s mad that I get to live my life like a normal person. I thought you could be happy for me, but I guess you’ll just keep being bitter about everything.”

  There it is, that stabbing feeling again.

  “Don’t come crying to me when Johnny leaves you high and dry, just like Xander did to me. They’re all the same, don’t you know that? What makes you think he’ll treat you any differently? You’re nothing to him. We’re nothing to any of them!”

  With that, Elodie kicked her shoes down the hallway and slammed the door.

  Chapter 42

  I think I’m going to…

  Molly rolled over to her side and grabbed the garbage bin beside her bed.

  ... puke.

  “So this is morning sickness. Great.”

  Molly put on her slippers and walked to the bathroom to clean up. It felt like the first time she had mild food poisoning, with a cramp in her stomach that wouldn’t go away and the uncontrollable urge to spew. Halfway through brushing her teeth, she covered her mouth and ran to the toilet.

  Again? First thing in the morning? Is this normal?

  Molly walked down the hallway, passing by Elodie’s room on the way to the kitchen. Elodie was fast asleep in her bed, clutching her plush teddy bear, who had been missing an eye since she was ten years old. Molly wanted nothing more than to be mad at Elodie for what she had said the night before, but seeing her cuddled up to her stuffed animal made that nearly impossible.

  Screw you, Elodie, I’m still pissed at you.

  Hunger pangs started in Molly’s now empty stomach. Opening the fridge, a whiff of something nasty made Molly almost gag.

  What the hell is that? Nothing looks rotten in here ...

  Molly moved things around to see if anything had spoiled or overturned, but saw nothing.

  Weird.

  Normally, Molly would have had yogurt and blueberries for breakfast, but this morning the thought of it made her feel ill again.

  I’m craving something salty ... how about pickles and cheese? That sounds like a pretty healthy breakfast.

  Elodie walked into the kitchen to see Molly eating half sour pickles out of the jar while taking bites from a block of cheddar cheese.

  “Weird cravings started, hey?”

  Molly ignored Elodie, turning around to return to her room. Two steps down the hallway and Molly felt the same sickness returning.

  “Oh no ...”

  She covered her mouth and ran back to the kitchen, opening the cupboard underneath the sink and yanking out the garbage can.

  Elodie put down her bowl and rushed over to Molly, pulling her hair back into a pony tail with her hands.

  “Oh, Mol, I’m so sorry.”

  She rubbed Molly’s back in circles, the way Molly described how her mother used to when she couldn’t fall asleep at night.

  Molly finished and sat down on the floor against the stove.

  Elodie peered into the garbage bag and then quickly tied it up.

  “I’ll take this right outside. Here, have a glass of water.”

  Molly took the water from Elodie and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand.

  “Thanks, Elodie. For the record, I’m still mad at you, though.”

  Elodie pulled the garbage bag out and waddled her way to the front door, yelling at Molly behind her.

  “And I’m still mad at you!”

  Molly made her way to her feet again. Feeling fatigued and light-headed, she went to the medicine cabinet looking for something to help.

  “Mol, be careful what you take. Until you see the doctor you should maybe just ... wait it out?”

  Elodie was standing behind her, looking down at her feet the way she did when she was feeling guilty.

  “Mol ... about what I said last night. I don’t want you to think I’m not here for you.”

  “It sure sounded that way.”

  Elodie started to cry.

  I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen her cry before.

  “Elodie? Are you crying?”

  Molly examined Elodie as if she was a new specimen found in a science lab.

  “Yes, I’m crying, okay!? Molly, I don’t want you to feel alone in this! I went to my date with Johnny last night and the only thing I could think about was how bad I must have made you feel. I can’t imagine what it must be like for you right now, how scary it would be and even if Xander doesn’t love you and is oblivious to what he’s missing out on, we’re like sisters and our love can raise this baby together. You don’t need a man. We don’t need a man to do this, right?”

  Molly put a hand to Elodie’s cheek and wiped away her tears.

  “I can’t stay mad at you anyway. I did some thinking too and obviously I’d rather raise this baby with you than with a commitment-phobe. You can be my Baby Mama and together we will give this child an amazing life. The only thing is, you’ll be the one in the delivery room now. Think you can handle it?”

  Elodie hugged Molly tight.

  “What’s a little blood and guts? I’ll do way better in there than Xander ever could.”

  Molly laughed, “Yeah, he couldn’t even keep it up the first night we were together.”

  Elodie pulled away,

  “Wait, really?”

  Molly shrugged her shoulders.

  “Okay that part was a lie but boy did it make me feel better!”

  Chapter 43

  Elodie had been sitting in the waiting room for over an hour when Molly came out of the office.

  “So, what did the doctor say? Is everything alright?”

  Molly looked pale.

  “It’s okay, I guess. He said that I’ve somehow managed to lose weight and since that’s the opposite of what you want to do when you’re pregnant, which I definitely am I was told, then I have to be monitored for a while until everything stabilizes. Not the news I wanted, but it could have been worse.”

  Elodie held Molly’s hand as they left the clinic.

  “Do you really think you’ll be okay to work your shift tonight? Monday’s are our busiest shifts, and after getting news like that—”

  Molly put her hand up to stop Elodie.

  “El, I’m fine. Trust me. The doctor said just to keep an eye on my diet, plus I have to start some kind of food journal now to log what I’m eating. I can work tonight, and if we don’t get to Tiny’s ASAP then we’re both going to be late.”

  “Aye aye, Captain.”

  Chapter 44

  Tiny’s was already extremely busy when the girls walked in, five minutes late. Tiny was standing behind the cash register, finishing with a customer’s payment.

  “I’d get mad at
you gals for not bein’ on time, but it’s too busy in here for a lecture. Get your aprons on, we already have another group coming in right now.”

  Molly whipped around the counter and grabbed her apron from the clothes hook. She looked to where the new group was seated in a corner booth at the far end of the bar. Taking out five menus for the customers, she looked up to do a double-take.

  You bastard.

  Xander and his friends from the gym were being welcomed by the hostess, and were already the loudest group in the restaurant. Molly had acknowledged long before this day that she had the spine of a jellyfish when it came to confrontation, but something in her clicked the minute she spotted Xander.

  At the same time Molly saw Xander, Elodie saw him too.

  “Mol, do you want me to wait on them? I can do it. No one is at the bar for drinks right now, anyway.”

  Pulling her skirt up a little higher and her shirt a little lower, Molly grabbed the menus and strutted over to the table.

  “I’ve got this, El.”

  Xander was loudest of all and when Molly approached the table, he was laughing at what appeared to be the punch line of his own joke.

  “And she was like ‘Yeah well if you don’t do that, then how am I supposed to—‘uh…”

  Molly cleared her throat and smiled, looking around the table at each of the guys. Xander, caught off guard, tried to finish his joke but found himself tongue-tied at the sight of his waitress.

  Molly put one hand on her hip and held out her notepad with the other.

  “Are you boys ready to order or should I come back in a few minutes?”

  Every one of Xander’s friends looked to him for an answer.

  Not such an alpha male now, are you?

  “I think we’re okay to food now, Miss ... order I mean. Yeah, we’re good to order our food now. Guys?”

  Xander’s friends looked rather perplexed by his stammering. Usually he was the cool witty one—always quick with a clever comeback.

  “Okay, I guess I’ll start. I’d like the #2 burger combo, but with onion rings instead of fries.”

  Xander didn’t take his eyes off of the menu, afraid to look at Molly while he was ordering.