Torturer To Remedy (Short Story)

Contemplating |Chapter 10|

FAITH'S POV🦋

Keeping this baby was never something that I ever considered. Not even remotely. As soon as I became enlightened about my condition I'd had a one track mind.

Abort.

I couldn't believe I was actually sitting here thinking about keeping my Daddy's seed. It's not like I would be his or her mother, I wouldn't raise them. I would eventually move out and start a life of my own, but then I began to think about how my body would change. My organs will shift and become squished, my uterus will grow to accommodate the baby which can lead to all kinds of pains and aches, my cardiovascular system will be working overtime, my posture will change due to the growing fetus in my stomach as well as weight gain. I'll be fat, and emotionally imbalanced, not to mention the vomiting and hormonal changes.

In addition, there was postpartum depression to take into account, all the while still raising Gen.

Was I really willing to put myself through that for a lifetime of financial security?

Then a chilling postulation came to mind.

What if I became attached to the baby that would spend nine months inside of me?

What if I didn't want to give them up? What if I wanted to be their mother? Would I be able to change my mind? How would this alter the relationship between my Daddy and I?

Would I be forced to relinquish them?

Suddenly a dreadful feeling washed over me.

What if there's complications? What if my life or the baby's life is in danger? Or both?

I had so many questions as I stared at the papers my Dad had left me this morning.

So weird...I couldn't stop myself from calling him that, even when I knew the truth, I couldn't help it. He did raise me, so therefore he was my Dad. He took on another man's responsibility; I had a sort of reverence for him because of it. Despite everything, before Mama died, he was the greatest father any kid could ask for.

I cherished those memories.

The document pretty much covered everything but I still had a few questions that needed to be answered.

I sent my Dad a quick text letting him know just that as I made myself some tea to go with my buttered croissant. I was trying to stay away from eating heavy foods, especially after that monstrosity I committed the morning after inhaling the Chinese takeout.

I wondered how long morning sickness lasted. I don't think I could continue to go through this for much longer.

My phone pinged as he replied to me.

Daddy: I'll be coming home early today. We'll discuss anything you're uncertain about then.

I texted back a quick 'Okay'.

"Mommy! Mommy! Can I have this?" I turned my attention to a very excited Genesis shoving her iPad in my face.

I took it from her observing a hot pink electric ride-on Mercedes Benz.

"It's so prettyyyy, pleeeeaaaassseee?" She pleaded tugging on my shirt.

I sighed,"Baby, you'll have to ask Daddy." Handing her iPad back to her, I took the whistling tea kettle off the stove and began to pour the steaming hot liquid into a mug.

"Can I ask Daddy now?" Her big hazel brown orbs peered up at me, hopeful.

"No you cannot." I responded,"Daddy's busy at work, you'll have to wait til he gets home."