The Russian Billionaire’s Secret(118)

Chapter 8

Some Things Are Just Not Meant To Be

Although Kurt left later that night, and after drilling me for hours with his cock, things took a turn soon after. We started texting and talking soon after he left, and he asked me to become exclusive to him only a week later. We did become exclusive, and we started dating properly to get to know each other better.

Whenever he had time, or whenever he was in town, he dropped by our place, and when Jackson was asleep, we were having it on. I decided not to tell Jackson anything, because I was not exactly sure where we were going and whether or not Kurt really was the one. We always had amazing sex, but life is not all about sex, so I told Kurt to keep Jackson in the dark about this, until we are really sure.

Our dating, or courting, as Kurt called it, was going really well. Our weekends, long weekends, random days off work were always spent together. He came to see me whenever he could, and I went to see him whenever I could. I didn’t think life could get any better.

That was until the horrible morning. It was a Monday morning that I woke up with a throbbing headache. It felt like a hangover but I’d only had a few drinks last night, nothing more than what I usually have. And then I was hit with a wave of sickness and spent the remaining morning bent over a toilet. I did not think much of it then, although I did feel sick the next day, and then again on the next.

I decided to go see a doctor, wondering whether I was coming down with the flu, something viral, or something serious. And then, suddenly, it hit me. I had missed my period last month. I drove to the medical store and got myself the most expensive and accurate pregnancy tests. I bought three different ones, just to be sure.

I took the day off work, and went back home. I headed straight for the bathroom and peed on the stick. I had to wait for 3 minutes and those were the longest three minutes of my life, as I waited for a stick to determine the course my life was going to take. As my phone went off, signaling that three minutes were up, I dreaded looking at the stick, fearing what I was about to find out. Then I told myself to suck it up, and looked at the stick.

A chill ran through me. My body shivered. I could not believe what I was looking at. The two pink strips. I reread the description on the box over and over, hoping that somehow rereading it would change the outcome.

I sat on the toilet seat and continued staring in the blankness for half an hour. I heard the door slam shut as Jackson came home. I did not want anyone to know anything, not yet, so I sucked it up. It was time to face the facts, but I decide to make a decision later. The fact was that I was pregnant.

Later that night, I took the other two pregnancy tests I had bought earlier. It was clear that I was pregnant. That night, I cried in bed all night long. It was not because I did not want the baby, but because I did not know what to do. This was another time in my life when I wished my mother were here, she would have known what to do. She would have helped me, guided me, helped me decide.

The next morning I went to the doctor to ask about the abortion. I did not get an abortion, but, instead, I had an ultrasound. The gynaecologist told me that I was 9 weeks along and pregnant with twins. Another shock for me!

I am not religious but abortion has somehow always sounded like murder to me, and if I did it now, I would be killing two babies. The gynaecologist tried to make small conversation and asked me about the father. There was no question as to who the father was. It was Kurt. I had Kurt’s babies inside me.

Over the course of next few days, as I was slowly deciding to make up my mind whether to keep the babies or not, whether to tell anyone or not, I found a new change take place inside me. I felt more powerful than ever, a sudden strength, and was mesmerized by the sheer beauty of motherhood and pregnancy. From not wanting the children, I went to the point where I could not wait to have them. But, for the time being, I did not want Jackson or Kurt to find out.

The reason I did not want Jackson to find out anything about my pregnancy was that I knew he would tell Kurt, and I just did not want Kurt to know anything. Not yet.

Growing up in a navy town, you get to hear a lot of things about the navy. They are good in bed, they are well-mannered, they are patriotic, and because of the sort of jobs they have, as Kurt had reiterated earlier, they are not stable either and they are known for not sticking around. I could hardly blame Kurt, my own brother Jackson was the same way.

The decision was hard but I could not let either of them find out. So I decided to move, and luckily, there was a better position empty at my work that no one was taking because no one wanted to move, so I took it and left San Diego for as long as I needed.

Jackson knew I was moving, but given he was busy with his own work and all, he did not think much of it. Once I moved, I broke up with Kurt over SMS.

Chapter 9

Some Things Are Too Good To Be True

It has been 6 months since I broke up with Kurt. I did not do it nicely because I did not want him to chase me. He asked why, he called, he texted, he did everything, but I did not answer. The last thing I sent to him was a text that told him to get lost. He did not.

Although he was called for a 6 month training course shortly after I broke up with him, I knew what was going on in his life because he never stopped calling or sending messages. I never replied to any of those. I figured he would move on one day or another.

I decided to find out the sexes of my babies. I could have found them earlier, but I did not want to. I was not ready. So, at 8 months pregnant, I found myself ready. The doctor told me I was pregnant with two boys. I was happy to find that out, having lived and grown up with boys only, I had zero idea about dealing with girls.