Helen's move and stay at Jacks apartment had reached its third week. Both began to settle down, but Harry had not contacted her during that time. She had tried to contact him and his mobile phone was switched off, signifying there was a definite problem. It was so hard for her to even conceive that Harry would have abandoned their intimate friendship. She was becoming desperate for some news about his well-being. He was a high risk with everything he was involved in and he was either dead, injured or in police custody.
"There is something worrying you." Jack said, as they ate dinner alone together. "I can tell, you are so sad and depressed lately. And if I may say this without upsetting you, it is getting worst." All that Helen could do was sigh in reply. She could not reveal her secret affair with Harry, even though her and Jack's relationship was open. "You can talk to me. I'm here for you." Jack took her hand across the table. "Am I not being the man you wanted to live with?"
Jack was ideal to live with. He had behaved himself in her opinion by not inviting his girlfriends back to the apartment. He atleast honoured her as a close friend. The place was what she had always dreamed of owning herself one day. He made sure she had everything she needed, including his love.
"No, it's not you..."
"Is it Lord? Has he done something to you?" Jack jumped to a conclusion.
"No no, it isn't him." She had to ease his concern now with some answer. Again, the truth was not that answer, not yet atleast. Although she did intend to be honest one day about her second lover. "I'm not sure if I'm pregnant or not..." It was the only answer she could find instantly. "You know, since we had that accident?"
Jack looked at her. "You mean? Wait, why didn't you say something earlier?"
"I didn't want to upset you. It's a lot to take knowing that you could be the father of my child." The more she weaved her tale, the more it felt as if she was deceiving him without due care. He was more surprised than she had expected. Jack stood up from the table and thought deeply.
"You need positive confirmation. You must have proper tests. I know a brilliant doctor who deals with these things. And if it is confirmed, he could also help us to abort."
"What?" Helen never expected to hear him suggest abortion. "You mean you would actually have me abort our child? How could you?" She stood up and ran to the bedroom, slamming the door behind her, leaving Jack wondering what he had said. In his world, accidents like those are so easily dealt with. A child would restrict him in his job and freedom. A man of his status in life could never be tied down. He tried to enter the bedroom, but Helen was clearly behind the door blocking his entrance. He could hear her sobbing and he tried desperately to console her.
"Helen, please let me in. I didn't mean to say what I did. It was very wrong of me without talking it through with you properly first. I know how these things can hurt your feelings. Abortion can't be easy."
She growled out and stamped her foot. She atleast expected him to sway away from his suggestion in sympathy. Jack was determined that the only answer to such a problem was simply termination. Now she was atleast pleased in part that she had told him a lie. A new aspect to his character had been revealed, and his ideas were not what she had believed in. She continued to listen to his appeals to let him in to comfort her. The situation was equalised. He confessed his beliefs and she had told him a deliberate lie. There was no alternative but to let him in.
Jack cuddled her, taking her into his arms. Helen was both glad of him being there for her and angry for what he had suggested and still believed in. "I will not mention it again," he told her. That was enough for Helen, for that moment. Harry was her top priority and she needed desperately to get in touch with the smooth talking Lothario that had taken her by storm.
One thing she loved was the way Jack would caress her breasts. Has they lay in bed; the feel of his fingertips teasing her nipple had relaxed her. Jack was fascinated by her nipples in the way that they were quite distinctive on raised pink areola, excited by his gentle touch. He had never had a small-breasted woman before and he wondered if they would stay so petite. A child would surely ruin their shape and form, he thought. Helen was not the person he wanted to ruin as an icon of beauty. Infact, he had already ruined two like her when he was younger and left them both with a child to raise without him, not taking up his responsibilities as a caring father. The thoughts of guilt had made him stop in his caresses. "Don't stop it is relaxing." Helen told him.
"No, wait. I think I need to say something."
Helen raised herself up on her arms and looked at him. "What's that, tell me?"
"I have decided that I will marry you and father our child. How does that sound to you?"
"Are you serious?" Helen asked. Another disastrous episode was being created, she thought. Suddenly Jack was being serious and the truth just had to be revealed before he committed himself even more. The table had been turned in a most incredible way. Jack was willing to break his lifestyle for her and their non-existent child.
