Summary: Lies, deception, everything has a price ... what is the price of shame?
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Chapter 7
Alex spent the next week most of the time leaning over a trash can or the toilet retching. By the end of the week she felt worse than she ever had before, and the last thing she wanted to do was to go and see Dr. Suling.
"Alex hurry up, your appointment is in an hour."
Alex slung her feet over the side of the bed. Walker had stayed home that morning after she had another bout of sickness to make sure she would be all right. She dressed quickly into her jeans and a sweatshirt, as the January air had been extremely cold the day before. After putting on her shoes, Alex walked into the kitchen to see Walker waiting with a glass of orange juice.
"Are you sure you don't need me to drive you there?"
Alex took the glass of juice and took a couple of sips. "I will be fine Walker, you worry too much."
"I can't help but worry, I love you Alex," he said kissing her on the lips. Alex enjoyed the kiss and pulled him closer. "I will be fine Walker."
Walker placed yet another kiss on her lips and ran his hands down her hips. "Don't worry about dinner. I invited Trivette and CD over so we could grill out. I thought maybe they could stay and watch the sonogram. You know that CD has been talking nonstop about being an Uncle."
Alex feigned a smile and told Walker that would be fine, then grabbing her purse she left out for Dr. Suling's office.
She waited inside and soon the doctor made his appearance. "Hello Mrs. Walker. You look very good today. No bout of sickness I presume."
"You presume wrong. I spent the whole night up being sick. Walker even stayed home from work to make sure I was all right."
"How endearing of him. A fine husband I am sure. Now as I said and promised here is a copy of the sonogram."
Alex took the tape, holding it as if it would scald her hand. "You spoke about the next step in the plan. What is it?"
Mr. Suling walked around Alex staring at her from all angles, before stopping to stand just inches from her. "You are a very thin and petite woman Mrs. Walker and any other time I would commend you on your figure. Stick out your stomach."
"What?" Alex asked, perplexed at the strange request.
"Stick out your stomach Mrs. Walker!" Mr. Suling said.
Alex did as she was told, sticking her stomach out as far as she could. "Now Mrs. Walker not so much." Alex stuck her stomach out just a bit then, and noticed that the jeans she had on grew very tight.
"Good Mrs. Walker, very good. In doing this you do look as if you are pregnant finally, as you should be four and a half months along. Next week you will come here to this office and be fitted with this," he said pulling out what looked like a small bag of water.
"What is that?" Alex asked, horrified.
"This Mrs. Walker is a saline solution nothing more. You will come here and we shall insert this in through your navel, just underneath the skin of your abdomen. Every two weeks you will be fitted with yet another one, until you gain the appearance of being seven months along. At that time we will of course remove them, once you have held up your end of the bargain and confessed what you have done to Walker."
Alex started backing away towards the door. "You never said anything about putting things inside me! I won't do it, I can't."
Mr. Suling grabbed Alex by the arm, roughly twisting her wrist until Alex cried out in pain. Holding her in one hand, he pulled from his pocket a cell phone and dialed. "Yes, she is not wanting to go through with the next phase of the plan. No, I have assured her of the consequences but she is quite stubborn."
Mr. Suling then held the phone up to Alex's ear, never releasing his grip on her wrist. Alex listened and found the voice of Mr. Sakara coming from the other line.
"Mrs. Walker, it seems you need a reminder of our agreement. I find this quite disconcerting indeed, but no matter." Alex waited on the line, and then screamed as she heard a shot ring out. "Walker!" she screamed, thinking the worst.
"Now Mrs. Walker your husband's partner has just paid for your impertinence."
"What have you done!" Alex yelled.
"It is not what I have done Mrs. Walker, it is what you have done. Trust me when I say the bullet wound to his arm is nothing compared to the rifle now aimed at your husband's head. Now Mrs. Walker do we have an agreement?"
Alex shook her head yes, tears streaming down her face. "I'll do it I promise, just don't hurt anyone else.
"We are in agreement then. I will see you again next week Mrs. Walker."
Alex left the doctor's office, the tape in her hand, and headed home. She couldn't even go to the hospital and check on Trivette, as she wasn't supposed to even know he had been shot. She let the thoughts of what was going to be happening in the next couple of months go through her mind. She was about to do things to Walker that she wouldn't do to her worst enemy, much less the man she loved more than life itself. Even before she knew it she found herself pulling into the driveway at home.
She walked inside laying the tape down on top of the TV, and went to take a long bath. Maybe the bath would soothe the ache in her wrist away as it was turning a very faint shade of blue. She didn't hear the door opening thirty minutes later and screamed when the door to the bathroom opened.
Walker stood in the doorway looking quite amused. "Did I scare you?" he joked.
"You almost gave me a heart attack. What are you doing home so early?"
"Trivette took a bullet to the arm today. We don't know where it came from, but we will get to the bottom of it."
Alex stood from the tub, pulling the towel around her as she did. "Is he all right?"
Walker smiled as he walked over to Alex. "Trivette is tough. The bullet only grazed him. A couple of stitches and he was back at work. He and CD will be over later."
Walker was about to wrap his arms around Alex when she remembered what Mr. Suling had told her and she stuck out her stomach just a bit. When Walker's arms wrapped around her he stopped.
"Alex, you are finally showing a bit." Walker spent the next couple of minutes running his hands up and down her stomach, wiping the water from it and laying his head next to it. "When will the baby start kicking?"
Alex looked dumbstruck. "I don't know," she answered truthfully.
Walker seemed content to kneel there until he felt Alex tremble. "Alex, I am so sorry you must be freezing. Get dressed and I will go and see if everything is ready."
Alex waited until Walker was out of the room to let out the breath she was holding. It was going to be hard to keep up this charade. She laid her hands on her own stomach, seeing how flat it was. Sighing, she put on a pair of jeans, but when she went to button them she realized they were quite snug if she stuck out her stomach as she was supposed to. Zipping them up she decided against buttoning them, and merely pushed down the sweatshirt over them.
Dinner went off without a hitch, both CD and Trivette joking around with Walker just like old times, but Alex was thinking about the video. She really didn't want to see it. It wasn't their baby, it was someone else's
"Hey Cordell, when am I going to get to see my niece or nephew?"
Walker and Trivette followed CD into the living room, and then Alex came in. Walker hadn't noticed before, but now he saw that Alex's button on her jeans was undone and promised himself he would take her shopping the next day to buy her new clothes.
"Here it is," Walker said, holding the tape.
"Well, I'm not getting any younger Cordell, put the tape in so I can watch it."
"I'm just as anxious as you CD. I haven't seen it either."
Walker put the tape in and then went and sat back down on the couch next to Alex. Everyone in the room was making comments, Trivette and CD making bets on whether it was a boy or girl. Alex though was in tears. She felt horrible about all of it. That wasn't her baby on the tape, and soon Walker would know. Alex looked over at Walker, and saw him swipe away the tears in his eyes before they could be seen by either of his friends, but Alex couldn't stop hers.
Soon the tape was over and CD and Trivette both turned to see Alex, tears streaming down her face. They took it as tears of happiness, and came to tell her how happy they were for her and Walker.
"Well, land sakes Alex. Would that be my niece there?" he said, pointing at her stomach which she had taken to sticking out whenever around others.
"Wrong CD, that is my nephew in there," Trivette said, placing his hand on Alex's stomach.
Walker batted his hand away playfully. "No bothering the baby. There will be enough of you two spoiling him or her when they get here."
Trivette and CD left shortly after that and once they were gone Walker began to pick up the cups, taking them into the kitchen where Alex was washing dishes. "You know you are the prettiest mother I have ever seen. I truly do love you Alex, and I have never been so happy."
Alex felt the tears brimming in her eyes again. "Walker, stop it you are going to make me cry."
"Leave the dishes for now." Walker said, pulling Alex towards the bedroom. Carefully he laid her down on the bed, and pulled her shirt over her head, kissing her neck and working his way down till he was at her bellybutton.
Alex was sure to stick out her stomach, and she could see Walker laying his head on her stomach as if listening for something. "You know I think it is a girl, for no son of mine would be so quiet."
Alex didn't get to reply back as Walker lips were on hers. "Let me show you just how much I love you Alex," he whispered in her ear.
Alex couldn't resist him, she never could. The two of them, their bodies entertwined, spent the next few hours together, as only two people in love can, and for that precious time Alex forgot all about everything but Walker. She didn't want to live in this hell, and as she laid there wrapped up in Walker's arms as he slept, Alex contemplated how easy it would be to end her misery. She wanted so much to stop this, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it. Ashamed at how afraid she was, Alex closed her eyes and prayed somehow that fate could not be so cruel.