Page 43 of Midlife Woes (Ex)

Her kids are still in a state of shock, I think, and I should probably go get them from the other room, but I wanted to spend some time with her alone to absorb this. Honestly, I thought that the kids she already had would be it for me, that I’d have to wait for their kids to play grandpa, but never in a million years did I think she would get pregnant.

She was so sure that she couldn’t get with child that we never used protection. Had she been anyone else, I’d think she’d trapped me, but she’s not that kind of girl, and I know it.

“Damon, what’s going on? Why is your heart beating like that?”

“You’re pregnant.” She pulled back to look at me and broke into uncontrollable laughter.

“Good one; what’s wrong with me for real?”

“Jo, you’re pregnant with my baby.”

“I…you, what?” One thing I didn’t think about was her reaction, which I probably should have. Fuck that; if she tells me she’s mad about having my child after having kids for another man, I think I would lose my shit.

But then her hand went to her tummy, and she got this dreamy look on her face. “Are you sure?” She whispered the words in disbelief.

“That’s what the doctor says. I’ll call the kids in now and let the doctor know you’re awake.”

I didn’t want to leave her, but I knew her kids were worried, and besides, I had a shit ton of questions for the doctor. “You’re certain? You’re not playing with me? This isn’t a prank?” I covered the hand she held over her tummy, and my dick got hard.

Weird fucking response, but she’s even lovelier now than before. She looked up at me, and my head just gravitated to hers and our lips came together in a light kiss that deepened until I had to pull away. I’m pretty sure if her kids weren’t in the other room, I’d be inside her already, hospital or not.

I told the kids that she was awake and went in search of the doctor because I had a lot of questions that I needed answers to. While she slept I’d looked up some things on the Internet and learned that it’s not as uncommon as I thought for this to happen, so that put my mind at ease a little bit.

But I wanted to know what I should be doing for her and the baby at this point to make sure that they were both safe. After my talk with her, I wasn’t too sure that she knew what the hell she was talking about.

Now, hear me out. I’m not doubting this woman’s credentials, but what the fuck does she mean it’s too early to tell? How hard is it to tell me what the fuck to feed my woman and child so that they’re healthy?

Or how much rest she should be getting, etc.? I nodded along to her bullshit, but my mind was already made up. I know, as a woman, she’d want to be the one to tell her friends and family, but as soon as that was out of the way, I’m calling a meeting.

For now, though, in the meantime, I have to take point. She had already fainted twice, and I’m still terrified by the thought of what might’ve happened had she been alone when that shit happened.

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JOLENE

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I knewthere was going to be trouble from the moment this man convinced the doctor that I should stay overnight in the hospital. No amount of telling him that I was feeling fine worked. When I tried to get out of bed to show him, he damn near brought the building down.

I could see by the looks on my kid’s faces that they were surprised by the fact that I gave in to his demands, but not only that, they were trying hard not to laugh at the way he was panicking and freaking out over a little thing.

“But I don’t wanna stay here; I want to go home to my own bed.”

“Mom, just stay put for him and us; it’ll put our minds at ease.” I knew my daughter was lying to me by the way her lips were twitching and that it was all for the overgrown baboon who was lurking over me with a death scowl on his face. I have no idea what the hell had gotten into him.

I thought he was going to start trouble when the nurse came in and said some of them had to leave. He completely ignored her and asked the kids if they wanted to stay. They’d had enough for one day, thank heavens, and opted to leave and come back the next day and he had offered for them to stay at his place since the hospital they’d brought me to was closer.

“I’m not leaving.” He told the nurse, who laughed and assured him that it was okay, which I was glad for, or who knows what he would’ve done had she said he couldn’t stay.

Once the others had gone, he dimmed the lights in the room, if you could call it that. It’s been a while since I’ve stayed in a hospital overnight, but I don’t recall the rooms looking like luxury suites in a hotel.

The thing was huge, and the bed was a lot bigger than I remembered, with a lot more bells and whistles. “What room is this? It doesn’t look like a hospital room.” I know my insurance isn’t paying for this.

As if he’d read my thoughts, Damon, who had his one arm wrapped around me while the other caressed my tummy gently, kissed my hair for the tenth time in as many minutes that started down the nutty vine.

“Whose insurance are you on?” I wasn’t thinking when I answered and gave way too much information. “Since Kevin owns his business, I got it worked out in the divorce so I could stay on his insurance.” I felt his tense up behind me.

“That’s not gonna work?”

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