Colleen looked at herself in the mirror as she drank the glass of water. She knew she had to tell Izaiah. It wasn’t something she could keep hidden much longer. She knew that he would be home from work any time and she would tell him then.
She met him outside and kissed his cheek. “I have something to tell you. I’m pregnant.”
She watched as his face changed from normal to surprise, then to happiness.
“We’re having a baby? You are sure?”
She nodded. “I’m sure. I’m definitely pregnant.”
She wished she could be as happy about it as he was. She knew he had always wanted a large family. They had talked about it many times. Until this baby was born and she could secretly have a paternity test done, she couldn’t be happy.
“I have dinner cooking. If you want to go change, it should be ready soon.”
Izaiah smiled and nodded at his wife. “How about if you also change? We can have a romantic dinner at home tonight.”
She liked that idea. They didn’t get to spend evenings together as often as they used to because of his job.
While she was getting ready she got a phone call telling her to be at Chez Llama in two hours. She hung up the phone and sighed as she headed down the stairs to the dinner that she had been looking forward to before that call.
Colleen looked at the man she was there to meet. She hated him more than she had ever hated anybody in her entire life. She felt her fists ball up at her sides and she took a deep breath to try to calm down.
“Good evening, my dear, Colleen.”
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “I’m done. I can’t do this anymore.”
“You are done, when I am finished with you and not until then.”
“I am pregnant and cannot do this any longer. It is putting the baby at risk.”
“I do not care about that spawn of yours. There’s a better chance of it not being your loving husband’s child than it being his.”
“And whose fault is that? You are the one blackmailing me into doing this.”
“And you will continue to do it until I say you are finished. If you don’t, you know the consequences. Do you think that the police chief will keep an officer on the force whose wife is a known prostitute? You quit, and your husband will be begging for change on the street corner by morning.”
She knew she was stuck. Using Izaiah would get her every time. She knew how much he loved his job and she wasn’t going to be the one to ruin it for him.
Colleen laid in bed watching Izaiah sleep. The alarm would be going off in a few minutes so he could get ready for work. A job he loved. A job that she could ruin if anybody found out what she truly was.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
She had been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn’t heard the alarm or seen that he was awake. “I’ll get your breakfast started while you get dressed.”
Izaiah jumped out of bed and stopped her from going down the stairs. “I still can’t believe we have a little version of us growing in there.” He put his hands on her stomach and smiled. “I hope it is a little boy to take after his father.”
She had almost been able to pretend to be happy about this baby until he said that. The fact that the baby most likely was not his destroyed whatever happiness she had. She knew that she should tell him, but she didn’t know to without telling him everything. That everything would destroy them.
“I’ll get your breakfast.” This time she managed to walk away before he could stop her again. She was getting good at learning to hide her tears when all she wanted to do was curl up and cry.
She let him do what he paid to do. She made all the noises of fake pleasure that he expected to hear. Apparently it worked since he said that he would definitely be seeing her again. That made her want to throw up even more than the baby moving inside her did.
She wasted no time getting dressed and going for a walk at the docks once the slob had left.
She didn’t expect the verbal attack launched at her when she came out of one of the bathrooms.
“Whore. That’s what you look like. A whore. There’s only one type of woman who would dress like that and walk at the docks. A whore looking to pick up the sailors. Go back to the gutter where you belong, whore.”
She may have to take that from “Him” and that other asshole, but she would be damned if she was going to take it from a complete stranger.
“You do not know me enough to make that statement. For your information, I am a happily married woman just out for a walk. In case you didn’t notice, you are also alone and walking the docks. Does that make you a whore also?”