Ones Who Care, and Those Who Don't
I knocked on the door to the familiar white mansion (remember from chapter 1? This is Paul's house.), and waited patiently, until Paul finally answered the door. Paul was topless, wearing only his black pants. ...OMG! Don't stop me from staring at his sexy body.
The moment Paul saw me, he pulled me inside, shut the door, and pinned me to the wall, kissing me passionately. I kissed him back, but only for a moment, before I came back to my senses. I gotta explain to him why I'm here before the lust comes on.
"Wait a minute," I told him. "I have something important to tell you!"
"But Barry!" He whined, before he untied my scarf, then kissing my neck.
"Oh..." For a moment, he began seducing me, but then I snapped out of his love spell and pushed him away. "Paul, I'm serious, dammit. I gotta tell you." I tied my scarf back around my neck. "Listen to me!"
"...Alright. What is it, Blondie?"
"Paul, I'm preg-..."
"Paul!" A girl's voice called out, interrupting me. A girl came down stairs.... Dawn. Dawn is my bluenette haired, childhood best friend. She looks prettier than she did years ago. At the present moment, she wore this black silky outfit that looked like a night gown that reached down about 3 inches above the knee. Okay, what is Dawn doing here? Eh, she must've just forgot where she lives. Or, maybe it was a sleep over.
Paul glanced back at Dawn. "Get your ass back upstairs. I'm busy talking with Blondie, here," he snapped.
"Don't be a jerk! I am being nice enough to even be in your house." She sneered at Paul. Her aqua eyes turned to me. "You, what's your face," (I guess she forgot me) she pointed at me, "make it quick. I have some business with Paul to attend to!" With that, she stormed upstairs.... and I swear to Arceus I saw her gown fly upward as she left, and I saw her butt cheek. Disturbing. I didn't need to know she wasn't wearing any undies. ....Cough cough.
"Don't mind her." Paul said, turning back to me. "Now, what was it that you wanted to tell me?"
I began to panic. What was he gonna say when I told him about my pregnancy? Would he believe me? Do I even have the guts to say? Oh my gosh, I'm so scared! I could feel my hands beginning to shake, and my knees grew weak. I gulped nervously.
"Go on. I won't flirt with you, or kiss you, or shit. I'm listening."
My heart began to race, not because of Paul, but because I was afraid. Yes, I'm this afraid to tell him. I feel like I might die if I tell him. Would he even be by my side throughout my pregnancy if I told him? Would he abandon me? What would he do?
"Paul, I-..."
Paul raised an eyebrow.
"I-..." I couldn't speak. I felt so nervous that my voice box apparently shut itself off. I was completely speechless.
"Are you asking me for sex?" Paul questioned. Gah, now he must think I'm a sexually obsessed pervert!
"No, no. Not at all. Just... what I wanna say involves that topic..."
"What is it? Spill it already! I don't got all day."
Paul, I'm pregnant! "I'm-.... I just wanted to- to tell you... that-...." I'm pregnant, dammit!
"Yes?"
I'm pregnant! Don't you hear me!? I'm pregnant! Embryo fertilized in me and all! You've gotta believe me! "...I'm, um......." I gulped nervously again. I can't get myself to say it. Why?
"You're what?" Paul asked, sounding annoyed as hell at me.
"I'm-......." I shut my eyes and pulled him closer to me, nuzzling my head against his chest. I finally blurted it all out. "Paul, I'm pregnant!"
....The silence. The heart aching silence. I needed to know what he thought. I looked up at him. A blank expression was pasted on his face.
"E-excuse me, did I hear you correctly?" He finally spoke. "Are you trying to tell me that you're pregnant?"
"Yes." I nodded.
"How the hell can a male get pregnant!?"
"I don't know," I confessed, "but all I know is that you and I are having a baby, whether you care about it, or even me, or not."
Part of me begged for him to hold me tight in his arms and say, "Oh, this is wonderful. You and I having a baby together. How wonderful!", but another part of me had a feeling he would do the complete opposite.
Paul glanced at me and raised an eyebrow, "Yeah, and what do you want me to do about it?"
I felt my heart shatter and break into thousands of little pieces, and then sink into my stomach. Why did he have to say such words? Why was I so blind? What made me think he would actually be there for me?
"Paul," I felt tears beginning to rush down my cheeks, "I was kind of hoping you wouldn't be such an asshole, but I should've expected this of you. I really should've." I pushed him away from me before I began to walk out the door. To my surprise, I felt Paul grab my wrist before I could leave. He pulled me back into his arms and kissed me.
"Barry, I'm sorry." He wiped away the tears from my eyes. "That came out wrong. I didn't mean to sound so cruel." He moved closer to my ear and whispered into it the most beautiful words I've ever heard, "I care about you with all my heart. I'll protect you and the baby until the end. I promise."
My heart began beating faster then usual. Hearing those words was all I needed to hear from him. That's all. I smiled, feeling my cheeks flush red. "Paul..."
He pressed his lips against mine. I kissed him back. Before I knew it, his tongue slipped inside my mouth. Oh... a lovely French kiss he began to give me. I completely forgot why I was even upset anymore. Or why I doubted his love for me. He cares. He's been with me all along.
Due to lack of oxygen, he ended the French kiss, just as soon as it seemed to get hot. "Barry, we have to keep this secret. The world shouldn't know about this little thing. Alright? Just so people don't suspect anything, we shouldn't live together, just yet." 'Just yet'? Oh my gosh! He plans to live with me! Oh my gosh! I can't wait!
"I understand." I replied. "Just promise me you'll come visit me when you get the chance, okay, Paul?"
"I promise." he gently kissed my forehead. "I will visit you as often as I can. Just be careful. Don't hurt yourself, or the baby."
I nodded. "Don't worry. I'll be fine, so will the baby." ...What I thought wasn't a dream the last three chapters ago, it turns out it is all real, and I don't mind. All I know is that I am happy that Paul is true to me. This can only be true love.
Paul kissed me one last time. "I'll come visit you tomorrow."
My eyes lit up. Tomorrow?! For real!? I'm so happy! "Alright, I'll wait till then." I hugged him romantically. "I love you."
"Me too." Paul said before the hug ended. He opened the door for me. "Be safe."
"I will," and with that, I left.
As I walked down the sidewalk, my right hand was placed on my belly. I began speaking, believing the baby inside me could hear and understand me. "Don't worry, Mommy and Daddy are gonna take good care of you." I smiled to myself, removing my hand from my belly. This was definitely the best thing that ever happened to me.
I shan't forget those beautiful words Paul whispered to me before. They ran though my head once more. "I care about you with all my heart. I will protect you and the baby until the end. I promise."
I came back to my home. Before I could open the door, I heard a familiar voice coming from across the street.
"Greetings, Barry!" I looked. It was Lucus. Him. The cute receptionist from the doctor's. Oh my, he looked so handsome over ther-NO! I won't cheat on Paul. Not this fast! No! I love Paul! Paul is mine, and I'm his!
"Hello, Lucus!" I smiled. "Guess what?! I'm having a baby!"
"You are? Great! Congratulations!" Can you tell I didn't tell him about the pregnancy before? Laugh out loud.
"Thanks!"
"Say, wanna hang over at my place sometime tomorrow?"
"Sorry, I can't. My boyfriend is coming over tomorrow." I felt bad. Lucus really wants to get to know me. I can tell. He keeps asking to hang out with me, and I keep rejecting because of one reason or another.
"Alright, maybe sometime in the future, perhaps?"
"Of course. Sorry I've been so busy lately, Lucus."
"Don't worry about it. I understand, Soon-To-Be-A-Mommy!"
I smiled. It felt nice to know he understood and accepted my pregnancy so well. I wonder why he doesn't think it's odd or anything. I mean, a man getting pregnant isn't an everyday thing, ya know. You'd think he'd think I'm insane or something, so why was he so accepting of it?
"Hey Lucus, you should get yourself a girlfriend and have a baby! Then we'll be parent buddies!" I joked.
"Heh, funny." Something about the way he said that sounded funny. I don't know what it is, but it seemed not quite right for some reason.
"Well, I'll be seeing you whenever, Barry."
"Alright, see ya!" I opened the door, finally, and stepped inside. I took off my shoes, put them on the shoe rack, and walked down the hallway. My parents were found in the living room, on their laptops, being workaholics... the usual with them. I went over to the refrigerator and opened it. I looked for something to munch on... anything. Granted, I wasn't that hungry, but I felt I needed to eat something for the baby's sake. I dunno, I'm nervous about this pregnant thing, despite Nurse Priyanka saying she'd monitor my pregnancy once every week, and all those tips she gave me in order to have a healthy, successful pregnancy. I dunno, I guess it's nervous the first time having a baby.
I found some fruit parfait. Perfect. I took it out and shut the refrigerator door. I grabbed myself a fork out of a cabinet drawer before sitting myself at the kitchen table. Then, I began devouring the delicious food before me.
I heard a noise, as if office chairs were moving. I glanced up to see my parents looking back at me, turned away from their laptops.
"What's gotten into you, boy?" Dad asked me. "You don't eat fruit parfaits."
"Are you sure you're quite alright, honey?" Mom added.
Of course I am fine. I'm just feeding my baby. "Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry. I just was in the mood for this is all."
"I'm glad you like it." Mom smiled. "I made it myself." ...Who is this women!? Ever noticed how she's suddenly been caring about me and doing things since she knew about the vomiting?
"It's really good, Mom. You should make some more sometime."
She smiled at me with a warm smile that made me smile back. This is the first time in forever that I actually have seen her smile in such a way. She actually seems... happy.
"Just don't vomit the shit. Your mother didn't make it so you could vomit it right back out." Dad snapped, then turning back to his precious career on his laptop.
I rolled my eyes. Typical Dad. He never has said anything kind to me in years. Probably never in my entire life have I heard something kind escape his lips towards me. At least Mom is nicer to me.
"Don't make yourself sick, Barry, dear." and with that, Mom went back to her computer. "Don't go to bed too late, now. Go to bed early."
"Alright, Mother." With that, I finished off my fruit parfait within a matter of minutes.
_-_-_-_-_-Later-_-_-_-_-_
Snore.... snore.... drool on the pillow.... WAKE UP IN A FLASH! That's exactly what just happened to me. I had a nightmare: Paul abandoned me and the baby, and I was alone to care for it.
When I awoke in such a shock, my breathing was heavy, and it still is. I glanced at the clock.... 3AM. Damn. In two hours I would have to wake up. Perfect time to awake from a nightmare. I placed my hand on my belly.
"Just great," I whispered to the baby inside me. "Mommy won't ever get back to sleep at this rate."
I lied myself back down, hand still placed on my belly, and began rubbing it carefully, believing the baby could feel this (just like the pregnant lady in chapter 3!). I shut my eyes. I couldn't go back to sleep, but just knowing that it was all a dream, that nightmare was, I am at least happy. I don't wanna be alone, taking care of the baby. He/She needs to live a life to the fullest, and I can't provide that for her/him if I'm alone in all this. It's a scary thought, having to care for the baby alone. I don't want to be alone. No.
"Paul... I need you now more than ever," I whispered to myself, "and I'm scared. I'm scared as hell. Please don't leave me. That's the last thing I need."
I began to doze off, dreaming of what life will be like when the baby is born. My life will change forever from this moment on, and I'm afraid of what the future may have in store for me. I can't stop thinking about it, or dreaming about it.
"Barry, honey," Paul said, sitting in his comfy chair, reading his precious newspaper, "can you be a dear and silence that terrible noise?"
I sneered at Paul, cradling our crying baby in my arms, rocking it back and forth. "Well, excuse me, Paul, but I can't get the baby to stop crying! ....Paul, please help me."
"Why should I? I don't care about that thing."
"Paul, please! The baby hasn't stopped crying for ten minutes, and I can't think of anything else to do. The baby won't eat, sleep, doesn't need a diaper change-.... I just don't know what to do. I can't think of anything to do! I beg you, to save me from doing something I may regret, help me!"
Paul got up, put the paper on the coffee table, and sneered at me. "You DARE ask me to HELP you?"
"P-Paul, I'm sorry, b-but I r-really-"
He slapped me before I could finish, making the baby's sobs grow worse. I think the baby is scared."You listen to me," he retorted, "you know damn well I don't do anything for you to begin with! So what the fuck makes you think that I will care for that annoying, crying nuisance?"
My eyes began to fill with tears. I was speechless... although, how is this treatment suddenly bothering me? All he ever wants me for is lust.
"You're boring me." Paul began to walk towards the door.
"W-where're you g-going? Don't leave me here alone with the baby! I beg you!" I sobbed.
He stopped and turned to face me, "I'm done with you. You expect me to care for that thing, and actually DO something.... I don't need you anymore." With that, he left.
Tears rushed down my cheeks. My worst fear had finally come... I was alone. Alone with only my own child to care for.
WACK! Something hit me, and I woke up with a startle. I looked to find only my father. ...So he finally committed child abuse on me, huh? I rubbed my cheek, feeling blood on my hand, as I stared into those dark eyes of his.
"What the hell is wrong with you!? Do you NOT know what time it is!?" he snapped.
I glanced at the clock.... shit. 6AM. Now he's gonna kill me.
"How DARE you not wake your mother and I up! Now we're gonna be late for work!" Well, better you than me. I'm supposed to be at work in an hour. "You're gonna get it you little shit! You'll get it good time when I get back from work!" With that, he stormed out of my room.
I stared down at my hand full of blood... my own blood. How could one hit someone hard enough to make them bleed? How could a man be so heartless? I got out of bed, careful not to get any blood on the sheets, and went into the bathroom, washing the blood off of my hand and cheek. When that was all cleaned off, I put a band aid on it, hoping that would help. I walked out of the bathroom and peeked out the living room windows. Great, Mom and Dad already left. Yes! Freedom! I went back into my room and got dressed, then went on with my usual morning routine: take a shower, brush my teeth, make myself a quick cup of coffee. Yup, life is a routine... but it shouldn't be.
Then it hit me: I should eat something. Granted, I'm not a breakfast eater, but I should start eating breakfast, since I am supporting a life inside me. I made myself a quick bowl of cereal and began to eat it at the kitchen table. While eating a spoonful of cereal, I glanced at my PokeTech.... 6:45AM. So I have 15 minutes to get to work. Perfect. I can do that.
Within the next 15 minutes, I finished eating, used the bathroom, and took my cup of coffee with me to work... and I made it right on time.
"Barry, this is a big break for you!" my chubby boss with the Hitler mustache said the moment I walked in. "I have a special report for you to broadcast to the public!"
"Oh shoot me, what is it this time?" I yawned before sipping my cup of coffee.
"You need to make a report about Paul Gitzi! Ya know? The singer! Anyway, rumor has it he is in a secret relationship with some young lady! We need you to give a report about it!"
Oh my gosh, they think I'm a girl? Aw, how sweet! "Alright, I can do it! You know I'll do my best!" I winked.
"You're a life saver! We need this to broadcast! This is bigger than when Paul was discovered to be gay! Now we know that one's a lie!"
"For all you know," I took another sip of my coffee, "this young lady could be a dashing young man." I winked at him again before walking passed him. I could feel his "what the fuck?" expression as I walked away. I knew he was wondering what I meant by that. ...Then I stopped. Shit, I just used the bathroom 15 minutes ago! Why do I have to go again?
"So Butt dares show his face here, huh?" Dammit, Lauren has BAD timing. "I thought you were sick?"
"I'm fine now." I handed her my cup of coffee. "Hold this! I gotta go!" I raced into the nearest bathroom I could find. ....I think you get the hint what goes on from there. Moments later, I returned to Lauren, and took back my coffee. "Thank you."
She laughed. "Did you really have to go THAT bad?"
"Oh shut up. You'd act the same way if you had to go that bad, too!" I sipped my coffee once more. "What's it to ya about my bathroom business, anyhow?"
"Nothing, just think it's cute that you had to RACE to the bathroom like a complete idiot." Lauren patted me on the head. ...Grr, touch me again and I'll bite your hand off.
_-_-_-_-_-Later-_-_-_-_-_
"So you see, folks," I said, "there's a possibility that Paul Gitzi may indeed be with someone."
Yes, you caught me in the middle of my report. I'm reporting 'live on channel 9'. Isn't that nice? So if I screw up, there's no erasing it. That's where the re-runs are beautiful. They make your mistakes disappear.
"I bet I know who that secret lover of Paul's is." I grinned, glancing at Lauren, sitting next to me.
"I bet you're wrong!" Lauren snapped. "You can't know till facts are shown."
Okay, in 9 months, come back to me. I'll show you Paul's baby. "But I saw Paul Gitzi himself in the arms of a blond. He couldn't keep his hands off him."
"I thought you said it was a girl before, Barry." Lauren pointed out.
"Yeah, but that's only cause I have to. Boss told me to." I saw my boss behind camera slap himself. "I know he's seeing a blond. I've got evidence on my cell phone."
"You do!?" Lauren gasped. "Let Japan see who it is!"
"It came out blurry, so I couldn't show you. I'll get a better shot of the mysterious lover." I crossed my arms, eyes shut. I looked so proud of myself, despite the big statement right there.
"Right..." Lauren faced the camera. "Well, you heard him. Paul Gitzi is indeed seeing a blond boyfriend. Who could this mysterious person be? Hopefully soon, we'll find out more information on the lover. Stay tunned for more on your Channel 9 News!"
And then the live recording was over. The morning reports were finally over. I stood up and stretched. "Glad that's over."
"Why?" Lauren asked, standing up.
"I have to use the restroom again."
"Do you have bladder problems lately?" She raised her eyebrow.
"Apparently so." With that, I raced off to the nearest bathroom.
