Two Pink Lines.
She was classic and regal. Well put together and everything to gain. Then she met me. A man who to be honest didn't have the time or heart left to give anyone more than a one night stand. Fresh out of a divorce with three kids that hated me. That was how my life was going. She was her usual spunky self and she never frowned. Never. One night, I lost my train of thought and let it slip that I liked her. That lead to a one night affair much like everything else. We slept together and now I'm paying for what I did.
Two Weeks Before...
Her red hair was dangled across the hotel sheets and her legs were laying haphazardly on mine. She was still asleep and her beautiful face was innocently calm. I didn't want to wake her. I was aware of what we did but, didn't care. I signed remembering that I didn't use a condom. I knew better as did she. But, I assumed she was on the pill... I assumed a lot of things..
"Chris?" Her angelic voice was suddenly awake, "Good morning." She sounded normal like we didn't do anything harmful.
"Good morning." My voice sounded regretful. I thought she would get up and leave, every other girl did. Instead she got dressed and made coffee. When she handed me my cup, she smiled her crooked smile and pretended she didn't just sleep with me. The burning sensation of coffee shook my foundation. The bitter taste of blackened coffee opened my eyes. She sat at the table humming. When the clock struck 11 PM, we went our separate ways. It was one week later that she called.
"Chris." Her voice was hurt. She was sounded very drowned out.
"Yes Maria?"
"I think I might be pregnant." I won't lie. I hung up on her. I don't need one more kid to hate me. And I don't need another "wife". I really don't.
The decision to sleep with someone is a tough one. The decision to have a child is even harder. I cried really hard at the thought of having to raise a child without it's father. I wasn't even sure I was pregnant. The thought was scary but, I'm a woman. I can handle it. I was waiting to see the doctor, when it hit me . I don't want to know if I'm going to be a mother. At least not here with, three middle aged women and two teenage girls. So I left. I didn't tell anyone I'd spent that night with Chris. I denied it myself. But, I did need a friend. So I called my sister. She was angry that I'd slept with someone. She shunned me. Instead of driving home, I went to Wal-mart and bought a pregnancy test. I went home, and drank a whole gallon of milk. Walking into the bathroom, I felt my knees quake. There was never a moment in my life when peeing meant so much. Your supposed to wait ten minutes. I waited twenty. I called Chris and left a message.
"Hey Jackass, I just peed. And guess what? You might be a father and you might not be. I'm not telling you until you show up at my place. And if you don't I promise you, I'll make your life hell." It only took him half an hour. We sat on the couch for an hour not saying anything.
"Congrats Mr & Mrs Irvine. You have a girl." And so the world gained one more Irvine. With red hair and blue eyes, she became the reason Chris grew up and the reason Maria became the woman she always wanted to be. Sitting on Maria's hospital bed, Chris looked deep into her eyes, "Lea Renay Irvine, I love you." And for the first time Chris wasn't scared, because he knew he was where he was supposed to be. And for a moment Maria cried.