Life since we moved to Hilton Head was good. I got a job with a technical firm setting up network systems in the southeastern states. Gwen took a part time job as a waitress in a high-end restaurant. We were doing well. I had some money saved from my work in the west and we were able to secure a down payment on a nice single-story house in a quiet neighborhood.
After moving in, we did everything together. The house had a lot of painting and easy maintenance to do and we did it together.
Gwen did not go back on the pill when we came east. We discussed that we both wanted a child, so took every opportunity to get Gwen pregnant. Wanted to have a child while we were still young.
About four months after getting to Hilton Head I came home one afternoon to find Gwen sitting on the couch. She had a weird expression on her face. One where a person wants to tell you something before, they burst. Before I could even sit beside her on the sofa, she blurted it out.
"Bill, I'm pregnant!"
A big smile came over her face and once the news sunk in, I grinned too.
"Are you sure, I said?"
"That's what the test says, and I haven't been regular with my monthly visitor in the last two months."
We embraced and kissed wildly. We were going to have a child.
Gwen then said, "You and I are going to be parents."
She then said, "As we spoke before, you know it is not from Jamel because I did have my period after that time in the motel driving east. But Bill, maybe Jamel had something to do with it."
"How do you mean?"
"Well, if I am correct when we likely conceived, it would have been around that time I went with you to Charleston."
"Oh, I know what you are getting at."
Gwen was referring to a business trip I took her on with me. I had to go there for a Friday event, so Gwen came with me and we spent the weekend. Both evening after having dinner at a restaurant we would return to our room to drink some tequila. On Friday afternoon I even visited a sex shop and bought her a nice black vibrator shaped like a nice cock. We used it on her a few times that weekend. When we had intercourse after making her cum a few times with the vibrator, I whispered to her to think it was Jamel making love to her. I even said to her that Jamel wants to breed her as I fucked her passionately. I have to admit, in those sessions I too was envisioning Gwen back in that motel room. Her legs spread letting a young black virgin man explore her most private parts of her body. The parts of her body only her husband should be seeing, let alone touching. Then envisioning my wife accepting his fertile seed into her womb. That thought caused me to blow a huge wad into Gwen a few times on our Charleston getaway.
"Maybe us both fantasizing about Jamel caused your little guys to be good strong swimmers."
"I guess maybe it did"
We both laughed and hugged. We were happy with today's news.
The next week Gwen went to doctor, and he confirmed the pregnancy and how far along she was. Over the next few months, Gwen's body started to change. I thought in a very nice way. I loved the thought she was carrying our baby. I loved her so much.
Gen on the other hand did not feel the same. One night we spoke about it. Gwen was now about between six months pregnant. She told me that she was still very happy to have a child. The issue however is that it was destroying her body. She did not feel sexy or happy with how her body was changing.
She said, "Nobody will want me, Bill"
"Gwen, you are beautiful. I think you look very sexy and radiant"
"Bill, you would. You love me. Also, you did this to me, and I am going to give you a baby. Of course, you love me like this."
There was no reasoning with her no matter how I tried. Over the next week or so, I noticed she was not snapping out of this depression. I know if she would be allowed to drink, we could go to any bar and have her flirt with guys that would love to take her to bed. Not drinking, she would never go there and flirt. I know her so well.
One morning I had an idea. I was going to have to take a flight to the Ashville area. I wonder if I took a drive to the small town that Jamel was from if I could find him and see if he wanted to come visit us. I would be taking a chance, but I think that would cheer Gwen up and have her think differently of herself. Would he come? Would it make Gwen happy? I don't know. I had to try it though.
On that trip I rented a car and made my way to the small town where Jamel lived. I asked around if anyone knew him. The first few people I showed the one picture we had taken with him in it with no luck. The next guy I asked was an old guy that rana barber shop.
He said, "That's my nephew. Where was that picture taken?"
I said, "that was taken on a trip across the country."
Before I could say any more, he said, "That must be the pretty white lady he said he met and took a liking to."
With that, I decided I better not tell him it was my wife he was referring to. I asked him where I could find Jamel. I also asked him if Jamel had a girl. He told me Jamel worked at the diner at the corner. As for the girlfriend, Jamel's uncle said that he was too shy to get a girl. He seen a few girls put it out there for Jamel, but Jamel was too naΓ―ve to realize they were interested in him. I thanked him for his information and made my way down to the diner.