Babydoll (Lesbian Stories)

12 (Epilogue)

I discretely walk on the train not before giving the guy my ticket. I walked all the way in the back and sat by the window while putting my bag in the empty seat beside me. As the train filled up, I checked through my bag to see if I have everything, once again.
I soon opened the package to f my track phone and turned it on as I plugged the charger to the socket beside me.

"Hello." I looked up to see a mid age pregnant woman looking down at me.
I gave her a smile. "Hello."
"Do you mind if I sit here?" She pointed to my bag.
"Oh, I'm sorry." I put my bag on the floor in between my feet.
She sat next to me and put her purse on her lap. "I'm Savannah." she extended out her hand.
I shook it. "Isis."
"Isis, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl."
I smiled. "Thank you." I looked down at her belly. "That's your first."
She looked down with a smile while rubbing her belly. "Actually, she's my second. I have a 5 year old son."
"Oh."

When she said that I thought about my mother. I never really talk about her, only because it brings back bad memories.
My mother was just like this woman; happy, glowing, always smiling and beautiful. My mother was single and alone. She had no one to help her, not even her own mother.
When I was 4, my mother started to struggle. Men came in and out of the house in all hours of the night, she started to smoke and do drugs.
When I was 6, Ronald confronted her about it. He threatened her to get her act together. And like always she would send him to his room and ignore him. That was 2 weeks before Ronald told on her to his teacher. Since Ronald at the time was in middle school, I had to walk home by myself.
When I walked home, I saw my mother getting escorted out by a police officer. She was cursing at them, fighting and doing anything to get out of their grasp.
That was the last time I saw her. I think I saw a glimpse of her at the mall, but I was young and back then I thought every black middle age women with long black hair was my mother.

"How bout you? Do you have a little one?" Savannah voice took my out of that horrible memory.
I shook my head. "No. Besides I would have to like men to have children."
She shook her head. "Not really. You can have sperm donations. Well a girl your age shouldn't worry about that right now." she chuckled it off.
"Sometime I would have to." I mumbled. "How many months are you?" I said while changing the subject.
"6. In July she comes out."
I nod. "I bet your husband is happy."

She chuckled. "He's excited. When he comes back from Iraq, she would be into the world."
"Wow. I'll pray for his safe return."
She sighed. "Thank you."
The jerking of the train, indicating that we are moving made Savannah grip the seat in front of her.

"Are you okay?" I asked with concern.
She looked up at me and wave my question off. "I'm fine. I'm just not a train person. I know it's weird, usually people is afraid of planes, but It's something about trains that I hate."
I chuckled. "Would it make you feel better if I tell you that this is my first time being on a train or any moving metal thing instead of a car."
She shrugged. "A little bit."

Doing the whole train ride we talked and laughed. We mostly talked about her life, since mine wasn't really appropriate to tell to a person I just met.

The train came to a stop. I stood up and stretched out my legs that had a after effect of a 4 hour train ride. "Um, do you know how far San Fransisco is?"
Savannah carefully stood up. "Yeah, it's a hour out. I'm going in the same direction, actually. We can take the same cab."
I shook my head. "I don't want to be in the way of your travels."

She waved my comment off. "Of course not. We should go now, before all the cabs are gone."
I grabbed my bag and helped with hers as she wobbled off the train and to a near by cab. We got in and Savannah told the driver her address.
The ride was like the train ride; us laughing and talking like we're old friends.