August 29, 2006

TSOTF, Part 11

Jack inhaled deeply. He’d tried to prepare himself for that possibility from the moment he’d seen that she had not been taking the contraceptives. He’d even seen it in her eyes only minutes earlier, and had been desperately hoping to postpone the inevitable. Hearing the words carried much more weight than he could ever have known. In his world of plots and possibilities, there had been only one reality his mind would allow. This was not it. This hit him hard.

He pulled her away from him, so he could look into her eyes. He knew the words he was supposed to say, but was unable to form them. With three words, she had managed to send him into a tailspin. He slowly exhaled, no longer able to look her in the eye.

“You’re pregnant,” he heard himself say, as he forced himself to look at her again. Her shoulders had slumped, and tears were forming in her beautiful eyes. He realized that the annoying feeling stabbing him was guilt. Her actions were of little consequence to him. He had done this. He had toyed with her for his own satisfaction, and he had allowed her to love him. He pulled her close, let his face bury deep in her fragrant hair and fought his own tears. How had things gone so wrong?

His only goal had been to ruin his father. Kate had been nothing more than a forbidden fuck in the beginning, a secret blow to his father that had left Jack feeling powerful. He’d allowed that feeling, that need to keep betraying his father on such a personal level take over. She’d been so willing to continue sleeping with him, her body so responsive to him, that he’d made bedding her at every opportunity a secondary goal. When his plan had fallen into place, his affair with her had meant nothing more than another thing to throw in his father’s face.

He hadn’t wanted to like her, to grow comfortable with her, to enjoy her laugh or think about the way she smelled when he was away from her. He hadn’t want to feel obligated to her beyond her sexual needs, and realized that even that had been a sign that he was too involved. He shut his eyes tightly, and acknowledged that he had feelings for the woman who’d taken his mother’s place in his father’s heart. Is that what love feels like? He wasn't sure. Still, to know that she was pregnant with his child?

“We’ll make it work,” he whispered in her ear. “We’ll find a way.”

Posted by *Theresa* at August 29, 2006 05:45 AM

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Well, now I'm starting to feel a little bit sorry for these two.

Posted by: Miss Cellania at August 29, 2006 06:48 AM

Damn, I kinda like Jack too.

Posted by: oddybobo at August 29, 2006 07:50 AM

Don't these kids know about playing with matches?

I missed you yesterday...

Posted by: Wanda at August 29, 2006 09:13 AM

There IS a heart under there somewhere!

Posted by: Karin at August 29, 2006 01:46 PM

I'm trying to work up sympathy for someone in this cast of characters. Let's see, there's Martin (the thorough bastard), Kate (the high-mantenance callgirl), Jack (the vengeful son), Fermi (the 'altuistist'), Coleman (the assassin),...

Nope, I got nuthin -- except Lena and Raul, maybe ... hmmm.

Posted by: Bob at August 29, 2006 01:52 PM

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