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J.L.: Sorry about the belated update. I have unfortunately been battling the evils called overtime, college and lack of sleep. Got moved into my apartment though, kind of. Half my stuff is still packed. My roommate keeps me entertained by flying into the walls (I have a pet bird named Pete, who meows when he's hungry and purrs when you pet him) then waddling out chirping in annoyance. It's all I can do to keep from shouting "hurr-durr, wall there bird brain" at him. Anyways...let's get to the reason you're here.
Next Day: Barry
Chris and Jill held up the support beam for the shed I was building, daring glances at each other when they thought no one else was looking. Trent was running back and forth gathering nails and tools as the three of us called for them. I myself stole glances at the interactions.
"Trent, I need a hammer." Jill asked. The little boy took off to the tool box. Chris's eyes were on Jill as she continued to measure out the piece of plywood. He's started to get overprotective of her again. Something must have happened last night. Trent ran up and handed the hammer over to Jill.
"Can you grab me my water bottle Trent?" Chris called out as he continued to hold up the support beam. The kid smiled at him and took off for the house. Jill's eyes slanted to Chris, analyzing his expressions. She's being overprotective of Trent...she still hasn't told him. As Trent came running back with the water, I sighed and lifted up the next support beam.
Minutes later: Jill
The main supports were up and we were gathering the rest of the supplies to build the walls and roof. The two by fours were stacked high against the house for some reason. Barry never thinks about making things easy does he?
"Here, let me help." I heard Chris offer as I grabbed from the top of the stack.
"I've got it." I replied, just as he pulled from the bottom. The stack lurched towards us and promptly fell atop us. I sat up, half burried in two by fours with a couple of scrapes. My eyes darted to Chris, who was on his back under the stack.
"I'm okay." I heard him mutter from under the stack. I flipped the boards off him until he was uncovered, a nice gash on his cheek. He smirked up at me.
"Next time, pull from the top of the stack, genius." I commented as I licked my thumb and wiped some of the blood off his face. He grabbed my chin and kissed me on the lips. I gasped for breath quickly, not sure if I was ready to be open about my relationship with Chris yet. The kiss was nice and enticing though, so panic slipped away.
Meanwhile: Barry
I strolled around to see the cause of the rumble. Jill's back was to me, and Chris wasn't paying attention. They were busy swapping spit. I knew it. I smiled until I heard a small gasp. To my side was Trent, with his eyes locked on the two. I pulled him back just in case, and smiled at the young boy.
"Mommy was kissing Chris!" He chattered excitedly. I put my finger to my lips.
"You have to keep quiet or they'll hear you and stop." I whispered. Trent nodded, then bit his lip. Must of picked that habit up from Jill.
"You know that Chris is my Dad, right?" Trent asked. My mouth opened in shock slightly.
"How-" I started. Trent glanced around the side of the house at the two, then grabbed my hand and lead me away to the shed. He then stopped and frowned.
"I'm not suppose to tell anyone, cause Chris told me that it's the same as Batman, but you're my uncle so it's okay. He took me to a doctor yesterday for a test and the Doctor said that Chris was my dad." Trent answered.
"Okay..." I provoked him to continue. He stood there, unsure of what to say.
"Do you think that if Mommy and Chris get married, we'll be a family?" He asked.
"Now what brings that up?" I asked, curious to this little boy's thinking.
"Moira says that she doesn't have a family because you're always gone, and that's why Polly sneaks out." Trent spoke. Suddenly, this little boy's problems paled to my own. I have been gone too long...
"Trent, you have a family. A family is a group of people who care about each other, no matter how far apart they are. Your mommy loves you very much. You know that." I reassured him. He nodded.
"I love her too. I just want to be with her more. I miss my mommy sometimes." He admitted. I ruffled the kid's hair and picked him up.
"Come on, let's go grab some lunch." I offered
Five Weeks Later: Chris
Barry stood in front of me, all of his bags packed. It was morning, but my coffee had already chilled over from a long discussion.
"You sure about this?" I asked.
"Sometimes, a man has to choose his family Chris." Barry spoke. I nodded, having prepared myself for this day since he joined. Barry's been a great asset, and I owe him more than I could pay him...but he's right. Rebecca stepped inside my office and gave Barry a big hug.
"Claire's taking you to the airport. Drop us an email sometime Barry." She spoke. Barry smiled and walked out of the room. I smiled at Rebecca slyly.
"You're not walking down with him?" I asked.
"Actually, I just finished sending the email to Kathy about him going home permanently." She reported. I nodded.
"Kathy should be happy....Barry said that Polly and Moira had been complaining for some time." I said. Rebecca looked around.
"Where's Jill?" She asked.
"Probably sleeping still." I answered as I sat down. Rebecca took the chair in front of my desk.
"You never did tell me if you followed my advice...although, with you and Jill getting back together..." Rebecca hinted.
"Yeah yeah..." I rolled my eyes.
"Something must have happy. It's not everyday Claire opens your office door to find you two going at it." Rebecca smartly charmed. I propped my chin on my hand.
"The door was suppose to be locked. Claire will just have to deal with the mental scarring." I spoke. Rebecca chuckled a little, then flashed her serious gaze on me.
"Well?" She demanded.
"Yes, I got the test. You were right, he is my son." I spoke.
"Are you three a family now or...?" She inquired. I leaned back, staring up at the ceiling.
"Not quite. I don't want to freak Jill out and have her take off...I'm not even sure how to approach her about it." I answered.
"Well...it is a bit of a situation. I would not want to be in your shoes...you could wait it out, see if she marries your butt and lets you adopt him...or you could just address it." She suggested. I looked back at her and was about to answer when the door busted open. Jill was in her pajamas, looking rather disheveled.
"Okay, two things...Chris, why didn't you wake me up? Barry's stuff's gone!" Jill spoke, crossing towards me. Her skin was pale.
"He's okay...just decided to retire." I reassured her. She straightened up, relaxing a bit.
"Oh..." Was all she could say.
"What's the other thing?" Rebecca asked. Jill's panic reset and she bit her lip, her gaze shifting back and forth. She smiled nervously at me, and grabbed Rebecca's arm.
"I-I'm out of tampons!" She declared, dragging Rebecca from the room.
Minutes later: Jill
I stopped abruptly in front of Rebecca's office, trying to figure out how to word the sentence I was terrified of attempting to speak. Rebecca stood calmly, waiting for me.
"You're not really out of tampons Jill." She spoke.
"Oh God...Becca...I-there-lets go into your office." I spoke, running into the door without opening it. As I pulled back and rubbed my aching face, Rebecca's hand went on my shoulder and guided me inside. She forced me into her chair, grabbed a cup and pouring water from the water jug into it, then handed it to me. He smile never once ceased during this process. She then sat on her desk.
"Alright, what have you done this time?" She asked.
"I-puked this morning." I admitted, slumping in the chair. Rebecca started laughing.
"That's not bad...a hangover is-" She started.
"I didn't drink last night and I'm late. I think I'm pregnant." I said, and dread raced through me swiftly. Dread, panic and every other emotion.
"Claire said you two were using protection." Rebecca doubted, getting off her desk to grab the emergency test kit.
"There was one time...back in the states...Becca! You know what this means?! This means....means everything I've kept a secret is for nothing! Chris will know it's his! Hell, he's the only guy I've slept with in six years!" I blurted out. She smiled at me.
"Jill, you should come clean. Chris deserves to know, regardless of duty." She offered. I stood up defiantly.
"Oh yeah, that'll go over well! Hey Chris, I'm knocked up and guess what, Trent's yours! Quit trying to kill Wesker and change these diapers!" I shouted.
"Oh wow, you're pregnant again?" Claire said, having just walked into Rebecca's office.
"Not confirmed Claire. She's having a bit of a temper this morning." Rebecca spoke. I gritted my teeth and slammed my fist on the desk. The resounding snap drove shock into me.
"Shit Jill!" Claire called as she rushed over. Rebecca did the same, picking up my hand, the pain shooting through my body. Rebecca examined it carefully as I bit back the tears.
Minutes later still: Jill
Claire sat with me as the results from my x-ray and blood test came back. Rebecca huffed her bangs in the air, shaking her head.
"Whats the skinny doctor?" Claire asked.
"Well, Jill, you have two problems now. Your right hand is broken in two places and you're pregnant." Rebecca admitted. Defiance and pride welled up.
"I told you! Same exact shit I had when I was pregnant with Trent." I boasted.
"Fantastic...preggo's gonna be a bitch." Claire mumbled. I glared at her.
"I've told Chris already." Rebecca spoke. Tears welled up as betrayal sunk in. My own best friend had exposed me.
"Go away." I spoke sharply as my eyes fell to my hand, which was bruising. The two women left. What am I to do? If I'm honest with him...then I have to explain Trent...if I'm not...I've fucked up...I've fucked up so badly.
J.L.: Can't have everything feel good. Anyways, in my english comp class, my teacher left a note on one of my essays saying that my writing was very entertaining. Now, I'm not sure how a comparison/contrast essay is entertaining, but he's the englsih degree holder, not me. I've often wondered if I should try my hand at originality, and now with this, I'm seriously thinking about writing a book. So, I have to ask, and I need you readers to be critical and honest about my writing style. Do you think it might be worth the shot?