It had been well over four months now, since Candy felt her and Scott and been together. The night on the beach, that was far from her mind she didn't consider that "together", she had blocked out the thought of it. It hurt too much to think her once lover, finding her in dire need of assistance on the beach, had helped her achieve a mind boggling orgasm. She had tried her best to forget it. To forget him. To forget anything happened after their last escapade of a 'relationship'.
She was focusing on herself, she had seemed to blossom after her last encounter. Her breasts seemed more full, her body felt more radiant, and her face felt more vibrant. She knew, this was her body and her soul finally getting over him. Scott was nothing more than a fling, she had told herself repeatedly. She was finally moving on, and her physiology was agreeing with her decision.
Weeks went by, and although, admittedly she was more secretive, she no longer masturbated on the beach in full public view, she knew that soon, what she wanted would happen. She would meet 'the one' and things would work out perfectly. It would only be a matter of time.
There was only one fact she had forgotten about in the heat of the moment: she was no longer taking birth control. What was the point? She wasn't having sex with a man. And her mind tended to overlook that the night on the beach, Scott had cum deep inside of her womb. It was far from her mind that he had planted his seed inside of her during her most fertile time of the cycle. If she had thought about it, she may have realized that was why she was more insatiable than normal that night.
But now, she was beginning to realize something wasn't quite right. She didn't immediately put her finger on it, and she let time elapse. She continued with her routines of going to the gym, taking good care of herself, and even the occasional splurge of a pedicure or manicure. She so rarely drank now, even a small glass of wine made her feel too light-headed.
It was a beautiful fall morning when Candy woke up in a cold sweat. Her dream, a premonition actually, had alarmed her right out of her sleep. She had a dream about a baby. Her immediate reaction upon awakening was to grab her pocket calendar from her purse and flip through to the previous months. There was no circled dates. In all her effort to enjoy life and not worry about anything, she hadn't realized her period was absent. A feeling of dread washed over her.
She was never the kind to take life sitting down, she sprang into action immediately. Throwing a light jacket over her pajamas, she grabbed purse and car keys and ran out of the front door. She needed to pee so bad, but she knew she needed to wait until she had the test in front of her, she wanted it to be as accurate as possible. This wasn't an issue that could be left to chance. Into the pharmacy, down the aisle, not caring how she may look to anyone around, she grabbed two boxes, just in case.
The drive home felt like a million years. The butterflies in her stomach were churning and she didn't know if she was scared, excited, miserable, happy, or just a mixture of everything. Deep down, she always wanted to be pregnant, to have children, and she knew she didn't ever have a true preference about how it happened either. She was always a head strong woman who could do anything she put her mind to, even bring another little life into the world, on her own, if need be.
Into the driveway, she threw the gearshift in park. Grabbing the pharmacy bag and her purse, she basically ran into the house. Her bladder was screaming at her, this would not be one of those long drawn out moments where she thinks about something before doing it. Into her bathroom, she ripped open the box and proceeded to follow the directions to the letter. After her bladder was relieved and her test was in the works, she set it on the counter and heaved a huge, heavy sigh.
And then, in an earth shattering moment, it came back: positive. In thirty seconds it had come back, and the result was unmistakable. Two bright lines glared Candy in the face. She was pregnant with his child. The reason she felt so good? The reason she felt so calm? Because his baby was growing inside of her womb, giving off all sorts of amazing chemicals to keep her healthy.
About that moment, Candy realized she didn't know the appropriate emotion to have at this point. She always envied pregnant women, she thought they were the epitome of sex embodied in flesh. She had, at times, fantasized about pregnancy, in the privacy of her own home, never sharing her secret desires with anyone. But now that it was actually happening? What should she feel?
As most women do, she had her share of tears that morning. Happy ones, sad ones, scared ones. But as her eyes dried, her mind cleared; she knew she had some work to do, and life would go on as normal as it could be until her soon-to-be swollen belly got in the way. Even then, she vowed only to modify her version of normal, not change it completely.
The next few weeks were a whirlwind of excitement, between the emotions attached to upcoming motherhood, the stress of setting up an obstetrician's appointment, while also working and keeping up with her daily life. She managed to return to the pharmacy and purchase prenatal vitamins, this time not looking like she just rolled out of bed. Instead she was embracing the beauty glowing from the inside out.
She was sure no one could see the tiny little tummy that had already started to form, but she knew her now-enlarged breasts were obvious to anyone who walked by. She enjoyed the looks, sometimes they were shy glances, sometimes they were overt stares. The attention felt good, it was her own little secret why her body was changing, but it would only be a matter of time before she could share it with the world.
Her only catch would be when Scott found out. She was currently on cloud nine, enjoying her life and the prospects that it now held for her. Despite his child growing inside of her, she had almost zero desire for him now, but she didn't know how to approach the subject. Would she lie and say it wasn't his? Make herself seem like a pregnant little slut who didn't know who her baby daddy was? She shook off the thought. No way would he buy that lame story, he knew who she was and who she wasn't. She figured she still had at least a month before it became an issue, so she put the thought of it to the back burner.
It was a beautiful but cold Saturday afternoon when Candy got off work. The food cravings hadn't been too terrible as of yet, and her life was moving on as normal as possible. She was about nineteen weeks along and had yet to feel the negative effects that so many women posted online in the chatrooms about.
One effect she had noticed was her sex drive was through the roof. She hadn't been able to act on it by any means other than herself, because she had started to show, and had no idea where to find a man who would be okay with her predicament. She missed being touched and being held, she wanted so badly to lay next to someone and cuddle after a long session of fucking every which way. She resigned herself to just give up unless the opportunity presented itself, no use to worry about it in the meantime.
The logical part of her brain was using much of her energy, she was planning the expenses of a newborn, then childcare, and doing it all on her own with no help from anyone. She didn't exactly hate the idea of having help, but her desire to keep Scott out of her life won out. She knew her expenses would be relatively low, she's a thrifty shopper and she planned on breast feeding and avoiding the high cost of formula. Not to mention, she was certain that the feeling of lactation would be out of this world.
But all the planning and number crunching was beginning to take a toll on her. She had heard there was an alternative art expo in town at one of the larger coffee shops in the city and decided an afternoon spent looking at strange art and photos would do her a world of good. Maybe even company of another human. She had been quite the recluse for a while now, only being social at work to an acceptable degree for her position. She hadn't spent much time socializing with friends- hell, she didn't think any of her friends had a clue she was pregnant. Deciding to break her reclusive ice, she began looking through her contacts list for a friend to invite.
After much deliberation, she decided on Patrick. They both enjoyed artwork and hadn't been able to spend much time together recently. He was a dashing man with beautiful wavy hair and smooth, pale skin. She pressed the call button on her screen and hoped he wasn't busy. After three rings, she heard a familiar voice on the phone. After the initial shock that she had called, he quickly agreed to meet her down at the coffee shop and explore the artistic world for the afternoon.
