Wellington 2: Surprises

I woke up in the middle of the night around 4:59am, feeling like shit. My stomach hurt, and I felt like I was going to throw up. I thought back to that night three weeks ago, when I'd had sex with Thomas. I wasn't stupid, and I knew that this kind of shit happened when a woman was pregnant. I'd never been pregnant before, as Thomas and I had not spoken about children when we got married. We were just content living our lavish lifestyle and not giving a fuck about anything except the things we could afford. I had always thought those women who used a baby as a last ditch attempt to save their marriage were stupid, but a little voice in the back of my head did wonder if that worked at all. I knew Thomas wasn't thinking of leaving me because in his head, we probably had the perfect marriage. He could cheat out in the open and he could always come home to me because I didn't care about his extramarital affairs. I never really thought about leaving him either because of the same reason.

I checked my teeth in the mirror, making a mental note that I'd need to pick up some whitening trays for them if I was going to be barfing for the next couple of months. I couldn't let myself go even if I was pregnant. I loved looking at myself in the mirror, and I knew I would hate doing it if I gained more weight than I needed to during my pregnancy. My thoughts drifted off again to Thomas, and what his reaction would be if I told him the news. Would he help me raise the child? Would he just scoff at me and not give a shit? Sadly, I had a feeling the latter was going to be the reality. I was knocked out of my thoughts by Thomas, who surprisingly wanted to hang out with me. Little did I know though, he just wanted a massage. Prick. Thomas and I went upstairs to the pool room, where he laid down on the massage table. I calmly applied some massage oil on my palms, rubbing them together. Then I punched Thomas once in the middle of his back.

"OW! Bitch! What kind of a massage is this?!"

"That's for ripping my nightgown off!"

"You're still mad about that? Stupid woman, holding grudges over a piece of clothing. We're rich, remember, you can just get yourself another one, which you clearly have already."

I elbowed Thomas and the look on his face was priceless.

After torturing him a little bit, I began his actual massage. He did have some knots in his shoulders and the middle of his back, probably from being such a dick all the time. I was enjoying the feeling of his muscles under my hand, as well as the sight of his shirtless torso. In a very large way, I had been taking my anger out on him during the beginning of this, not only because of the night we spent together, but also because I was hiding my fear of telling him I thought I might be pregnant under the guise of fury. Luckily for him, he didn't know any better, as he just thought I was angry, and not in the least bit scared.

Over the next few days, I got confirmation of my 'condition,' when my normal clothing started feeling like it had shrunk. I supposed I should suck it up and tell Thomas about it, despite my reservations. I was unaware if Thomas would even notice that I was pregnant if I didn't tell him. I thought he might, considering he liked to make fun of me if I wasn't in perfect shape, not that I had ever given him the chance to see me in such a state, considering I liked to look good. Surprisingly, Thomas was in our master bedroom, which I found odd, and a little comforting as well. I started feeling more confident that Thomas might be okay with having a baby with me. I stopped him on his way out of the bedroom, and prayed to the heavens that he wouldn't be too mean when he heard the news.

"Thomas, I have something to tell you."

"What in god's name are you wearing, Sierra?"

"Shut up, Thomas, I'm pregnant. This is the only thing that fits."

To my utmost shock, Thomas' eyes lit up in a way I had never seen them light up before. Perhaps he did like children, perhaps he wasn't incredibly repulsed by the fact that I was still his wife, no matter how unhappy we were in our marriage. He even smiled at me. I was very confused, but somewhat excited as well.

"You're pregnant? We haven't ever really talked about children, but that's great. I don't know, maybe that's what's wrong with our marriage. Maybe we should have talked about it."

"What's that supposed to mean? You need someone else to be here? I'm not enough for you?"

"No... I don't know what I meant. I mean, you have to admit our marriage is pretty terrible. We spend no time together, and the time that we do spend together is just... maybe we were stuck in a rut and we didn't know how to change it. Maybe this is going to be enough of a change to pull us out."

"I guess... I never thought you loved me. We were naive when we got married, like I know that we were expected to get together, in not so many words, but did you love me when we did, or did you just marry me out of obligation?"

The surprises just kept on flowing today. Thomas put his arms around me like a real husband, splaying his fingers out on my lower back, and pulling me close to his body, not at all repelled by my lack of a figure. He looked down, closing his eyes as if he was ashamed about his answer to my question. I put my forehead close to his and put one arm around his neck, playing with his hair with my other hand. I savored this moment as long as I could because I didn't know how long it would last. Right now his actions were telling me he did love me, but he acted so much like he didn't all the time that I had forgotten.

"Sierra, I came into the bedroom that night because I missed you. When you hit me, I got pissed at you because all I wanted to do was have sex with you. I know I've been a shitty husband for the better part of our marriage, but I do have feelings for you. I didn't marry you out of obligation, I just lost my way from you somehow. Do you love me?"

I didn't know how to answer him at that moment. I didn't want to spoil the mood, but I had felt so dead inside as far as love went lately that I honestly didn't know if I loved him, or if I ever did. I must have felt something for him, enough to marry him, and I knew that I did miss him when he was away, usually after a few days of getting over being upset about him cheating on me. I'd just long for him to treat me like I was important. Then he'd act like an asshole again, and I'd forget the love, or possibly bury it deep in my soul.

"Yes, Thomas, I do, all I want is for you to treat me like I'm your wife. I mean, I've slept with other people too, but I only started after the first time you strayed. I don't know why you do it, but it's made me build a wall up when it comes to you most days, and that's why I'm so distant from you."

"Maybe this baby can be our new start. What do you say?"

"I'm just so happy you didn't make a face at me and walk out of the room. I was scared of that."

"I'm sorry, Sierra."

"Me too. Would you like to sleep in our master bedroom tonight?"

"I'd like that very much."

We went our separate ways for the remainder of the day. When night fell, I got ready for bed, and Thomas still hadn't shown up. I was starting to get upset, not understanding why he went out of his way to be so kind to me if he was just playing me. It's not like he had to manipulate me, considering we insulted each other regularly, and were both seemingly fine with it. I didn't know if it was my overactive hormones, or if I really wanted him to be true to his word. Why was my marriage so confusing?

When I had almost given up, the door opened and Thomas walked in wearing his pajamas. He had come. I smiled at him for the first time in forever, and that night, Thomas and I slept in the same bed together, our bed, snuggled in each other's arms, like a real husband and wife.