American Woman: Book 5 (Final)

Chapter 6

2 months later
July 2006

"Come on, baby. How many times are you going to reject me? I feel like that's all you've done lately. Have I done something wrong?" Prince pouts into the back of my neck early that morning while lying in bed before the girls woke up.
"I still just don't feel good." I replied.
"Jensen, you had strep weeks ago. It doesn't take that long to get over it. What's really going on? Just tell me honey. I promise to do what I can to fix it..."
"I'm not lying to you. It's like I haven't completely shaken it or something. Most days I just don't feel well. You haven't done anything, I swear." I assure him.
"Well then you need to go back to the doctor bc that's not normal...."
"Is it that you really care about how I feel or you just want to get laid?" I laugh slightly.
"Both! Of course I am worried that you don't feel well, but we have literally only had sex maybe once or twice a week for like 2 months now! That's just pathetic." He groaned.
"Oh please! I think that's pretty good stats for a married couple with two young children." I reply.
"I don't! Not when it used to be pretty much everyday. Something has changed...."
"Yeah, I got strep and I don't feel good!" I argue. "I wouldn't force you to have sex when you don't feel well..."
"Oh, so now I'm having to force you?!" His voice raises slightly, as he pushes away from me. "By all means don't force yourself to have sex with your husband. I'm sorry having sex with me or the thought of it makes you feel ill...."
"Oh stop it! That's not what I said nor meant and you know it. Quit pouting. You know I desire you. Nothing has changed other than I just don't feel good a lot lately. I don't get sick often, so maybe my body just takes a long time to recover when I do get really sick...."
"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard. I'm not buying it. But whatever! If you're good with slowing down our sex life that's fine. Just don't complain when you catch me taking matters into my own hands." He throws the covers off himself and heads towards the bathroom and slams it lightly.
"Is that what you're going to do right now?!"
I yell with a giggling tone to my voice.
"Shut up! Don't talk to me!" He replies back and I could tell his breathing was already labored.
"You didn't waste anytime, did you?!" I laugh.
"If you feel good enough to heckle me, that proves you're full of shit! All you have to do is spread your fucking legs!" He growls.
I roll my eyes and reposition my head on the pillow. No less than two minutes later, a violent wave of nausea overtakes me and I fly into the bathroom. I push passed Prince, dick in hand, yanking feverishly. "Hey! Get out of here! You don't want to participate, you don't get to watch either!"
I ignore him as I make it to the toilet just in time to see last nights dinner pour out of me in steady streams. "Nice, Jensen. Are you trying to prove you don't feel well, or are you just trying to interrupt me? I don't care. I can jack off while listening to you ralph. I don't give a damn. That's how hard up I am, that shit ain't even going to turn me off! Yeah baby, do it some more! Throw it all up...."
"Would you shut your fucking trap!" I respond when I get a break between rounds of vomit. "Fuck!" I yell, leaning back on the wall. My mind begins to spin. "Prince?" I hesitantly call out.
"Be quiet! I'm almost there!" He moans. "Don't be changing your mind now...."
"Baby, I think..." I whisper lowly.
"Nuh uh! You can't have me! I don't want your throw up breath all over me..."
"How could this have happened?" I say, mostly to myself and ignoring his idiotic remarks.
"Yeah, it sucks to be rejected and left out, doesn't it? Ok, I'll let you suck it. Just don't get in my face." Prince makes his way over to me, presenting his dick that was already about to bust. "I knew you wouldn't be able to resist. You can't stand it if you're not the one pleasing me, can you?"
"I'm pregnant." I blurt out, looking up to make eye contact with him.
The smile immediately fades off his face and all the color seems to leave it and his dick as it instantly goes flaccid. "What do you mean you're pregnant?" He demands. "No way!"
"I really think so, baby. It would explain the not feeling well for the past few weeks. Plus now that I'm reflecting on it, what I've been feeling is similar to what I felt when pregnant the other times." I answer.
"Have you had a period?" He asks, his fingers now rubbing his temples.
"No...."
"Yeah but you're not very regular, right?" He tries to reason.
"I am when I'm on the pill. It's like clockwork. I guess I just haven't noticed bc we have been so busy helping with Lenny and Mayte and me not feeling well. I just haven't thought about it."
"How the hell do you get pregnant when taking birth control?"
"Well nothing is one hundred percent...."
"It's pretty damn close. Have you been missing doses?" He ponders.
"No! I'm religious about it."
"Then you got a defective pack!" He remarks.
I shake my head knowing that scenario was highly unlikely. Then it hit me. "Shit!" I groan. "The antibiotics I took for strep! They make the pill ineffective. That's why they tell you to use other protection or avoid sex while on antibiotics. I didn't even think about it!"
"We didn't have sex while you were sick. We didn't do it for like a week, I remember!!!"
"Yeah well the meds were for 10 days." I reply.
"Good going Jensen!" Prince huffs.
"Oh, so it's my fault?" I angrily ask.
"Uh, Yeah!!!" He shoots back like I'm stupid.
"Fine! I guess it is! But I didn't hear you saying anything about needing to be careful. Didn't you know that about antibiotics and the pill?"
"Sure didn't! It's not my place to know. It's yours!" He points his finger at me.
I slap it away. "Well it wouldn't have happened if you could just wait! I didn't want to do it when we did, I remember that! But you just kept on and on and on! You didn't care that I still wasn't feeling well! All you cared, and do care about, is your stupid dick! Well look what he got us into!"
"Are you blaming my dick?!" Prince chuckles looking down at it. "You bad boy! You are grounded!" Then he looks back at me. "Maybe it's your pussy's fault. Did you ever think of that?"
"Oh yeah? How's that?!" I reply, rising to my feet as a slight challenge.
He steps towards me, pushing my nightie up and stroking my stomach gently. "Your pussy is too irresistible. It's so pretty, and tasty, and wet, and warm, and tight. I'm sorry I can't stay away from it, momma. I will take all the blame. And I don't want you to think I don't want you having my baby. I do. I so do, it's just..."
"I know." I reply, pressing my forehead to his. "The year isn't up yet. If I got pregnant a few weeks ago, it was barely half way. Laura is going to kill us! I've only been off meds for less than 3 months. What if the psychosis comes back! I can't be nuts and pregnant at the same time!"
"Shhhh! Babe." Prince pulls me in for a tight embrace as he can see I'm in full panic mode. "We didn't intentionally do it. God doesn't make mistakes. We just have to know this was meant to happen. Everything will be ok." He kisses my forehead. "But we do have to figure all that out, and quickly. We might be having this baby in Vegas."
"Oh my God! I forgot about that! The timing is horrible to top it all off!" I complain.
"So what if we have if while in Vegas. What does that matter?" Prince wonders.
"Bc it's not our home. Plus I want Dr. Thatcher...."
"Well if it looks like you will be due while we are still in Vegas, I'll cancel some shows and reschedule or something. We will figure it out. That is not a worry. I just hate that I might be busier than normal...."
"Hey your Musicology tour was during my pregnancy with Waverly, remember? At least we will be in one spot every night." I reply.
"That's the way to think positive baby. See? Everything will be fine. We need to get the girls up and around. We have to be there to help welcome Mayte home today...."
"Shit! What kind of friend am I? Oh hey, welcome home from rehab after losing your child and barely surviving yourself! Guess what? I'm having another baby. You know I just keep having them and you keep losing them...."
"Jensen, stop. Again, it wasn't intentional, and we obviously would never want to cause more pain for them. They won't be mad. They're our friends...."
"Yeah, but I was best friends with you and Mayte when she got pregnant, and bc I couldn't at the time, I got mad..."
"You weren't mad. You were..."
"Hurt and frustrated and jealous, which all comes off as anger. Maybe we just don't tell them for awhile." I suggest.
"That's fine. We have got to figure somethings out before we tell people anyway."
"What do you mean, figure things out?"
"You know like about the psychosis." He replies.
"Ok, that's not really figuring things out. I can't be on the meds while pregnant so we just have to pray I don't go crazy. You didn't mean like aborting..."
"No! God no! I would never do that." He assures me. "You would never consider that, would you?"
"No! Even if they said it would kill me..."
"Ok now wait. There are exceptions." Prince interjects. "If they said you would die, I would want you to abort."
"You just said you would NEVER. So there are exceptions?" I probe.
"That's the only one. If it's between you and the baby, I choose you." Prince says matter of factly.
"Wow! That's your child...."
"You're my wife!!!" That is Biblical honey. God, spouse, children...in that order."
"Oh so it's not how you feel, it's just bc that's what the Bible says?" I tease.
"No, but it helps make me not feel as guilty for doing it if I had to." He explains.
"What about our girls? Could you really choose then?"
"That scenario is too horrible to even fathom..."
"If we were all hanging off a cliff and you had me on one hand and the girls on the other and you had to let go with one hand...."
"Come on baby. Don't." Prince urges. "Plus it's so unrealistic."
"Fine!" I say rolling my eyes. "I won't make you choose."
"Good. Bc unfortunately for you I would probably have to drop the heavier side." He says, turning to walk out.