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Me too, I love an old still fertile woman.
Anyway, sorry for the delay guys. WHOAH 1,150's views? I know some of them most be quick looks and missclicks, but damn...
I've run into some writer's block coupled with the pitfalls of writing on a second language. But don't despair, I intend to finish this, finish my other story which already has 2 chapters (since I got writer's block with this particular story, which turned me to write another one).
And sorry for the hack writing, after reading some stories on this site, I think I don't put much effort into writing like the rest of you... but then again, I don't really want to (I'll just fap to it anyway).
Well, on to the next chapter!
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Erica[/align]
“Do you think we… have a future together?”
“You’re a great guy… But I…”
“I just don’t… my feelings, they are…”
I’ve never been a light sleeper.
During those twilight hours, my memories tend to blossom like they don’t during wake hours.
Sometimes they’re good memories.
Sometimes…
They are not.
I woke up early, and took every effort to go to the community gym. Just before the sun comes up, the gym is empty, none one around. I can be by myself, hear my heart and my breathing and keep them under control.
I’ve got to keep my life under control.
I went back home and got a call for an interview at the local plaza, just an hour by car. I told mom the news. I don’t recall why, I wasn’t very optimistic about, but I just knew I had to.
Just then my mom received a phone call.
It was Mrs. Jakovs.
After some small talk, she told me to do Mrs. Jakovs a favor and help her with some stuff in her home.
She lived next door, so after a quick shower I got there.
I rang her doorbell, and after a few seconds the door was opened.
If yesterday wasn’t obvious, today she sure looked pregnant.
She was wearing a tight shirt that made no attempt to disguise her 8-9 month belly.
She was glowing, even with her casual look, she look more stunning than most women her age… hell, even my age.
Smiling, she asked me to come in.
She asked me how was my day, in her usual motherly tone. Made me feel like no time had passed since…
I replied accordingly and asked what she needed of me. I think she was taken aback due to my sudden abruptness, but she kept smiling and lead me into the studio.
There were like a dozen sealed up boxes there, filled with lots of household objects. She explained me that she was in the process of moving, and she needed to have those boxes in her garage, and since she couldn’t carry heavy weight (more than she’s already carrying) she needed help from someone else.
While I was carrying the boxes, she suddenly let out a small moan as her face contorted in discomfort.
“Is there something wrong? Should I…?”
She just gestured that it was okay. “It’s okay, this is his active hour” she said smiling, letting out a short exhalation.
I couldn’t help but imagine that she was going to raise that child alone.
She took a sit. Her already round belly looked rounder in that position, even her belly bottom was visible against the fabric of her shirt.
“Do you want to feel him kicking?” she asked, putting her hand in her belly.
She must’ve sensed my shyness, because the next minute she grabbed my hand and put it in her belly.
“There!” she said.
There was a beauty in this.
All the pain of being a widow, swept away by the joy of being a mother again.
“I don’t feel anything” I said. Other than my hand (still being held by her) pressed against her hard swollen belly. But her skin felt soft, malleable in her ever expansion.
I glanced at her, trying to tell her I should get back to…
A kick!
I’ve never felt a pregnant belly before. This woman was carrying a baby. She held a miracle inside her womb.
I looked at her again.
I looked at the most beautiful woman I ever lay eyes upon.
Her hazel eyes, so serene.
I saw her pain, and she saw mine.
The baby kicked again, this time stronger. His mother let out another quiet moan.
“Alright, settle down, little guy” said his mother, caressing her tummy.
I kept taking the boxes into the garage. With some difficulty, she got up and announced that she was going to take a bath, holding her large belly. I can’t even begin to imagine how hard it must be to move around like that…
By the time I finished up it was already late. Mrs. Jakovs was waiting for me in the kitchen.
She changed her outfit; apparently this was her night gown. She was wearing a long skirt and an orange shirt that left her lower belly exposed.
“I made you some hot cocoa. You and Jeffy used to love it” said Mrs. Jakovs in her usual tone of humor, although, a bit nostalgic.
“Thank you, ma’am” I said, eagerly accepting the sweet chocolate drink.
“You’re welcome, sweetie. And please, call me Erica. You’re a grown-up now” she said letting out a small laugh.
“I don’t think I’ll ever call you that, Mrs. Jakovs. But I’ll try…” I said smiling, taking a sit nearby the table.
“You kids used to pull all-nighters back then“
“Did not!”
“Yes you did” she paused, smiling “But I never told your folks. Boys will be boys, let them have their fun!”
She looked down onto her belly, caressing it. There was a silence. I even stopped drinking cocoa.
“Mrs. Jako- Erica… are you alright?” I asked.
For a moment it looked like she wasn’t there, then, as if broken from a spell, she told it was nothing and let out a sigh.
I got up and went to her. As a kid, she was taller than me and looked so strong. Now, she’s smaller and looked fragile.
I put my hand on her shoulder.
“Erica, I just want you to know that me and my family are here for you. Whatever you need, no matter how insignificant, just ask and we’ll be here. I’ll be here for you”
She looked at me, smiling but with sorrow in her eyes.
“Thank you, honey” she told me, kissing me in the cheek.
“I… it’s been a difficult year” she said sitting down.
She told me that her sister lived with the first months after the death of her husband. Just weeks after he passed away, she found out she was carrying her late husband’s child within her.
Her sister helped her keep herself together, but after a while, Erica told her to leave since she could take care of herself now, and that she didn’t wanted to held her up for so long.
“Why didn’t you moved before? Or moved in with your sister for a while?” I asked.
She placed her hand on her belly.
“I want him to be born here. On his father’s house. The house that saw his brother grow up happily” she answered.
She and Mr. Jakovs thought that if they ever had another kid, he would be born in the bathtub of this house.
She placed her hand on mine and asked why I came back here.
I told her about Isa.
About my last job.
It got late.
By now, the hot cocoa was beyond warm, so after giving her my number I bid her a good night.
She hugged me, pressing her round belly against me, her head on my chest, her smell embriagating me.
I went back home. I wanted to kiss her, feel her soft lips against mine. Take care of her, make her feel happy.
But at the same time, I wanted to get out of there, leave the town and never come back. I was so ashamed.
It was going to be a long night.
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Now that I know how to insert pictures into the actual post, I can tell the story in an even better way.