Chapter 6. I still can't think of a baby name.
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"You know" Benny called into a room Maureen was currently in "Roger and I used to think that your tits were fake" he smirked, not looking up from the news paper was reading.
"Shut the fuck up" she came out of the room, carrying a notepad and a pencil behind her ear, but she was wearing a grin on her face too. "So we can turn Muffy's craft room into the nursery." She shuddered when she said 'craft room' "Why did she need a craft room, did she even use it?" the idea that anyone would ever want a craft was way beyond Maureen.
He ignored her and instead "That's a good place for the nursery, besides, Allison is coming over to get her stuff later today anyway" he said unconcerned, still reading his paper. "What!?" she said dropping her notepad "No! She can't I have to get out of here"
"She's not that bad Maureen" "Are you kidding! She's completely evil." She ran into the bathroom and a minute later Benny heard the shower running and a minute after that, a wet and naked Maureen ran out. She went over to the pile of boxes and opened one.
"What are you doing?" Benny said looking at her wet body "Not that I'm complaining or anything" She took out bottles of shampoo and conditioner and a bottle of body wash. "Oh" he looked back down at his paper and shook his head as she went back into the bathroom. They brought her stuff over last night after the sex, but she hadn't started unpacking at all, she just took stuff out of the boxes. Although Benny really didn't understand how she knew where things were, she did.
He wasn't used to a women being comfortable with her body, but Maureen totally was and it wasn't abnormal for her to walk around completely naked all day. At least, that's what she told him. He liked it; she charged his sexual appetite to at least five times what Allison had it at. Maureen had a beautiful body and he was happy to have some level of possession over it.
Allison had called before Maureen had woken up that morning and told Benny she was coming over to pick up her things. He tried to tell her it wasn't a good idea and that he would have it sent to her, but she wanted to come get it her self.
Maureen was worried with another issue, Joanne's return, which was in three days. When she got home, Maureen would have to give her probably the most devastating news she would get. I would not be a good scene. Plus Maureen did seem relatively happy about the baby, but loosing most of her friends in the process.
Twenty Minutes later, a toweled off, but still naked Maureen came into the living room and searched through another box for clothes. She took out a white lace bra and panties set, a Rolling Stones tee-shirt, and a pair of red jeans. She put them on then tied her hair into a loose hippie-style braid.
"Wow" Benny smiled, finally putting his paper down and taking off his reading glasses off. "Stop" she shook her head telling him this was not the time. She sat next to him with a brand new copy of What to Expect When You're Expecting. He had bought it for her at an all night book store in Times Square before they came home last night. "I just need to sit here and relax" she told him
"She's really not that bad" he said again but she didn't listen "She just coming to get a few things and give me her key, then she'll leave. I promise. You don't have to speak a word to her if you don't want to" he got up "Do you want some water?" he asked. "I want a beer" she rolled her eyes. Benny made to say something but she stopped him "I know, I know, the baby. Can you get me some ice tea please?" she went back to her book. He nodded and went to get it for her. When her came back and handed it to her. She gave him a soft kiss on the cheek and said "Thanks"
She went to take a sip but there was knock on the door. "She here" Maureen said grimly and Benny laughed and went to get the door. "It's OK" he whispered and swung it open
But when the women walked, more like glided, in Maureen had the feeling her stomach had just fell out of her butt. She wasn't sure how she could feel so insecure next to one woman. She was taller, by at least 4 inches, and thinner than Maureen. She had small hips and breasts. She looked to be super model pretty with high cheek bones and sharp blond haircut. She was wearing a pale tan knee length skirt and a pale turquoise blazer. With that she paired matching tan pumps, and a pearl necklace and earrings. It was revoltingly high class, but surprisingly pretty.
All Maureen knew was that when she was usually considered beautiful, she was nothing compared to Allison. "Hello Allison" Benny said, snapping Maureen out of her staring. He had said it in a voice that Maureen had never heard him use before, a civil but cold voice. She imagined it was the one he used to fire employees.
"Benjamin" Allison said in an alike voice "I'm here to pick up my things, and give you this" she out stretched her hand and dropped a small silver key into Benny's hand. "That's fine" he nodded and set it down on the counter next to him.
A man walked in to the apartment and grabbed a box for Maureen's pile "Wait" she said and grabbed it from him. He was wearing a driver's uniform so Maureen could only assume he was a… "This is me assistant Philippe." Allison motioned to the man. Maureen gave a small snort of laughter against her will and said under her breath "What in the hell could you need an assistant for?"
Allison heard her and rounded "Oh yes" she took a few steps closer to Maureen "Because I forgot how hard you life is. Fucking other women's husbands like a whore" "That's not true" But Allison ignored her "You must work so hard at mastering all of those sex positions, not to mention all that money you leach off of who ever you fucking at the moment to buy expensive lingerie" She gave her a cold smile as Maureen dissolved to tears.
Benny stepped in front of them "Ok, that's enough, you got your shit, now leave, please" he was using his voice again. "She doesn't need anymore stress as it is"
"Yes, I hear the word on the street is that your little girl friend her is quite the tramp" she raised her blond eyebrows in an evil expression. "A pregnant whore" "Enough" he shook his head and handed Philippe a bill that looked a lot like a 100. Philippe nodded and shook his hand. He took the last box and walked out of the door into the elevator. Allison had no reason to stay not "Goodbye" he motioned to the door "You may leave now"
Allison turned on her heel, but not before giving Maureen one last steely glare.
When she was gone Maureen sat down on the couch with her head in her hands. Benny flipped the dead bolt and went to sit down next to her. "That's not true" he said putting his arms around her "You are not a whore"
"But I am" she said "I have a boyfriend but I cheat on him a lot , leave him for a woman, cheat on her a lot then get pregnant with someone else's baby. I'm a huge whore."
"No, that doesn't mean you're a whore, you're just a sexual person. I love that about you. You are so much better than Allison in so many ways. Your personality is better, you a re MUCH better at sex than she is. Plus"
"Don't say it" Maureen warned him, wiping her eyes "You are so much more beautiful than she is" "No I'm not" "You're natural, real hair, real smile, real beautiful body, real amazing breasts."
"Ok" she sat up "That's enough, I don't need to hear anything else about my boobs" "But it's true, they are amazing" he pulled her into this lap "Let me take off your shirt and show you" he put his hands under her shirt and moved them up touching her flat stomach "Benny" Maureen giggled pushing his hands down "Come on Maureen" he pulled her shirt up again "No Benny" He dropped her shirt as soon as he heard the word no "Sorry Maur" he kissed her neck softly.
"Ok, go ahead" she laughed and turned around. He grinned and pulled her shirt off "Wait" he stopped "What's wrong?" she asked taking out the braid, letting her curly brown hair fall over her shoulders. "The baby" he said
"It's OK, we can have sex" she nodded to the pile of books. "The baby will be fine, experts say so"
"Good" he swept her into his arm and carried her into the bed room.