I'm Having Her Baby (lesbian story)

Chapter 4

“Yeah I guess” I lied.

“Ok well this weekend, I’ll pick you up, at four, so make the arrangement, get it cleared with your jobs, and I’ll see you at four on Saturday” Cat said.

“Sure” I said. Cat took a closer look at me.

“You ok today, you seem a bit red in the face?” Cat said. Oh yeah, because I just had this intense make-out session with my girlfriend in the supply closet.

“Oh yeah, well it’s kind of hot in here” I said.

“Is that a hickey on your neck?” Cat said her eyes widening. Oh crap, she did suck on my neck huh?

“No, it’s not” I said pulling the collar of my shirt up higher, trying to hide it.

“You aren’t having sex are you? You know that could damage the baby?” Cat said.

“Wait a minute! Whoa! Whoa! Slow down ok. First off no I’m not having sex, and second off my sex life is none of your business” I said.

“Oh yes it is, especially when you’re having my child. Lydia you absolutely have to get it together! Because honey this is unacceptable. Please tell me at least it was protected sex right” Cat said.

“I’m not having sex dammit!” I shouted loud as I slapped the table in anger. All eyes were on me, people looked at me as if I lost my mind. Cat bowed her head and just looked down.

“Sorry folks, sorry” I said looking around.

“Ok Missy, I guess I’ll be going now. But Lydia seriously please be careful. I wouldn’t want to see you or the baby have any type of health risk” Cat said putting her hand on top of mine.

“Right, and I will” I said.

“Good, I’ll see you Saturday” Cat said with a smile, and giving my hand a squeeze.

I finished my sandwich, and thought of meeting the family. I didn’t quite know how to feel about this family meet and greet stuff. So as I dragged on through work, I tried to imagine how Cat’s family maybe. Couldn’t picture it. Cat didn’t say much about her family. And I really didn’t know her husband’s family. In fact I only met the guy once, and that was when we first arranged this. Even then he was quiet the whole time, he said “yes” to Cat on whatever she said. He acted super quiet, really shy and quite reserved. It was probably because Cat made him nervous. And I think Cat probably tricked him into marrying her. I mean let’s be real, Cat is snobby, demanding, always has to have control over everything. Who would wanna marry a demanding woman? Usually the male had the upper hand in marriage, not with Cat. She basically controlled everything. If she ever met my dad, I’m almost sure they would not get along. Some days I wish my mother had just some of the demeanor of Cat. And this lead me to the thought of what kind of mother would Cat be? Would she be one of those strict, image is everything type moms? You know the ones who’s child is always best dressed, always well mannered, always respectful, always had the highest grades? Would she be strict, all work no play? It kind of fits her profile, and why did she want to adopt anyway? Why couldn’t she have children on her own? Maybe she was barren or something. Then I began to wonder would my child be happy with her? Ok stop! Lydia stop! What are you doing? Why are you thinking? You’re gonna give the baby up, and that’s it. So what, if the child isn’t happy, he’ll be in a nice home, and always taken care of! Oh shut up, just because he’ll be taken care of , doesn’t mean he’ll be happy. Are you serious? Wait, am I arguing with myself. Why can’t my conscience and I ever come to an agreement on things?

“Are you ready” Paige said popping up beside me. I jumped, I’m so sick of people scaring me. I don’t think my heart could take another jump.