STRANGERS IN THE NIGHT
Chapter Six
Jack parked his truck in the café parking
lot. As he was pulling into a slot, he caught a glimpse of Rose in the back of
the café. She looked so beautiful. Nothing had changed.
When he walked in, he could swear he smelled
her perfume.
He proceeded to sit across from her.
"Hi, Jack. Glad you could make it."
She truly was glad he did.
"Yeah. So, what’s up?" he asked.
"I’m pregnant, Jack," she muttered.
"Is it mine?" he asked, rudely.
"I don’t know. That’s why I want you to
take a paternity test."
He was about to get up to leave. He couldn't
face her.
"Jack, do you really hate me that you
have to leave in a hurry?"
"I can’t do this, Rose. Don’t you know
how much you hurt me?" He could feel his reaction to her as the other part
of his body grew.
"I’m so sorry, Jack."
He got up to leave again, but Rose caught him
by the wrist. Her eyes pleaded for him not to go. But he had to leave. Sam was
waiting.
"What do you want from me, Rose? You
wanna break my heart again? Do you get some kind of sick pleasure hurting
people?" He felt like crying.
"I never meant to, Jack. I still love
you."
"So do I." He grabbed her by the
wrist and kissed her hard.
Rose was breathless. Tears started falling.
Jack had left in a hurry. He was frustrated.
Sexually frustrated.
*****
When Jack got home, he grabbed Sam and loved
her passionately.
"Jack, what was that for?"
"I’m sorry, Sam. Damn her hide. I wish
she never picked me up that night."
"You still love her, don’t you?"
"Sadly, yes."
"Jack, I've got something to tell you.
I’m pregnant."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"GREAT! Now I have two. What the hell is
happening? Am I being punished for living? I’m hopeless."
"Wait. What do you mean, two? Rose
isn’t, is she?"
"She is, Sam."
"It’s yours?"
"I don’t know. It could be Cal’s."
"What a mess we weave, when first we
learn to conceive," Sam teased.
"So true, Sam. I’m a dead man." He
was lost. He really didn't know what to do. He had always wanted a child, but
not like this. He wanted to be married to the woman he loved. How was he going
to live if he had two babies? He was dead inside, because truly all his love
belonged to Rose. How was he going to be with Sam if Rose was still in his
head? Still, he contemplated about what the hell he'd done. He had to do the
right thing, for once in his life. If he had two babies then they would both be
compensated for. He was not going to bail when his children needed him most. He
wasn't that way, and he vowed to never be like those deadbeat dads on Oprah or
Maury.