His Choice

Chapter Six

Happy New Year guys. Here's another chapter to start off with. 

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I held her in my arms and for a minute there, it felt as if nothing ever changed. I guess I got a little too used to it when the shock came after she released herself from me. She turned around and gave me her back.

 "You have to believe me Genevieve,” I said, regarding our previous conversation. I got no response. I reached out to touch her, but she pushed my hand away from her. Pulling the covers over her head, I heard her sniffing as if she was trying to hide the fact that she was at the edge of breaking down. I myself had no idea what to do. I wanted to hold her, but I couldn’t. I wanted to leave the room, but I dared not. I wanted to talk to her but I knew that it was a waste of time. I sat back on the headboard and closed my eyes. "Before she left, she was pregnant. I had no idea. For months, I tried contacting her.  I even wrote her letters, but nothing happened. One day, I received a phone call that she died in a car accident. That news nearly killed me. I went into a depression that was so bad that my mom had to get me out of the country. We moved down here few months later. After a year of mourning, I cleaned myself up and I moved on. My wounds were closing slowly until I saw her last time in my office. Honestly, that was my first time seeing her since I watched her walk away from me in Sydney. I won’t deny the fact that I was with her those nights, but I will say that I never cheated on you Genevieve nor did I ever think of it." I waited for her response, but she didn’t say anything. "Say something," I pleaded.

 "Good night Michael." With that she switched off her light. I guess that's it.

I woke up with loud banging sounds coming from the kitchen. Bear in mind that this house was humongous and the kitchen was far from the rooms. For me to hear the noises, something had to be up. Squinting to the light, I went downstairs to find Gene opening and closing cupboards and moving heavy pots with loud music playing. "Hey hey, what are you doing?" I shouted over the loud noise as I turned off the stereo and took the big pot from her. I placed it down the granite counter and held her two hands. "Talk to me baby, what's going on?" She shook her head back and forth as the tears escaped from her eyes.

Picking her up, I walked upstairs to our room and gently placed her on the bed. I placed a kiss on her forehead. She reached out for my shirt and pulled me towards her as our lips met. Deep into the kiss, she whispered against my lips, "Make love to me please." I pulled apart and looked at her lustful eyes. "Please," she begged again. I kissed her roughly, allowing my body to take possession.

 Before anything could escalade to the next level, I pulled apart. "Not now baby." Trust me, I wanted to tear the pieces of clothing that separated us, but she wasn’t in a good state right now.

"Please," she begged reaching out for me. She got on top of me and started kissing my neck slowly while pulling down my boxers. I held her hands as I looked at her sad eyes.

She got off of me after a while and lay on her back while looking at the ceiling. I didn’t know what to say or do. I grabbed her right hand with my left and squeezed it lightly. "What’s on your mind?" I asked as she continued looking up at the roof. She said nothing nor moved.   The only movement was the rising of her chest every time she inhaled.

 After several minutes of silence, I let go of her hands and was about to get up before she said, "It hurts. A lot." I turned around to see tears running down her face. It's been two months since the loss of our child and I honestly thought that she was coping with it by now. But I guess I was wrong. "You don’t understand how much it hurts." She continued. "I close my eyes and I envision this beautiful little boy smiling back at me." She started laughing, "And the funny thing is---- I reach out to him," more laughter, "Then all of a sudden, he disappears." Her face became serious again once the tears began to escape from her eyes. I held her into my arms as she cried out. "Let go of me," she tries to fight. I hold on tighter, hoping to take away some of her pains. "Don’t touch me,” she fidgets. I let her go as she continued murmuring 'don’t touch me.' I watched her cry the whole day, not able to do anything.  Everyone has been calling to check on her, but she refuses to talk with anyone.