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part 2
Virago Blue
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For The Love Of Becca - continued (2 of 8) (c)1999 by Virago Blue
After my initial visit with Greg I began to see myself in a new light.
My priorities had shifted from brooding about Michael to taking care of
myself and the life growing inside me. I eagerly read all the material
Greg had given me on prenatal care and took the advice of a nutritionist
and adjusted my diet. I was going to be the best pregnant woman I could
be. Now, if the all-day morning sickness would just go away.
My co-workers were beginning to suspect I was either suffering from an
incurable food allergy or I was pregnant. I couldn't hide my pregnancy
forever so I decided to tell my secretary. Telling Kathy is like
broadcasting on the office intercom. By the end of the day all my
co-workers would be aware of my condition.
The opportunity presented itself soon enough. After spending most of
the morning trotting to and from the ladies room, Kathy finally stepped
into my office with a look of concern on her over-made face.
"Becca, I can't help but notice how pale you've been looking lately.
And, it's a little obvious you've been spending a lot of time in the ladies
room. Is there something I can do for you?" Kathy hovered over me like a
mother hen. I was curled up on the sofa in my office sipping ginger ale
through a straw at the time. I imagine I did look a little different from
my usual prim and proper self behind the desk furiously dictating into my
microcassette recorder.
"Actually, you can do something for me Kathy. Could you look in my
bottom desk drawer and get that box of crackers?" Kathy looked at me
strangely before walking to my desk.
She handed me the box of crackers and smiled cautiously. "Becca, are
you pregnant?"
I sighed and sat up, tucking a few loose strands of chestnut hair back
into my French braid. "Well, I suppose it's no use trying to hide the
truth from everybody. The evidence will present itself eventually. Yes, I
am pregnant, about ten weeks along now."
"Oh, honey, I'm so happy for you." Kathy said, smiling into my eyes.
"What about the father? Oh, no....that's too personal a question.
Nevermind I asked that. It's just that, in my day, we weren't accepted if
we were expecting and didn't have a ring on our finger. You know how it
is."
"Don't be concerned for me. Times are different now. It's perfectly
acceptable for a woman nowadays to have a baby on her own. Besides, the
father was horrified with the idea and I would much rather raise a child in
a happy home, not a forced home."
Kathy patted my hand. "You just rest a little dear. I remember how it
was with my children. I was so sick for months. I couldn't eat anything
or go anywhere. It was miserable. With any luck you'll be feeling better
before the baby arrives. Now tell me, what can I get you?"
I groaned and leaned back into the softness of the couch. She was sick
for months? I couldn't stand it if I were sick for months. Who would do
my job for me? Who would counsel Brady and Dylan? I was making headway
with those two and I couldn't give up on them now. No, I wasn't going to
be sick any longer than two more weeks, three at the most. Ha! That's
what you think, that little voice in my head mocked. Just you wait....
"Becca?"
"Sorry, just thinking about being sick. Really, Kathy, thanks for
everything, you're a wonderful lady. I promise if I need anything you will
be the first to know." I smiled up at her before waving her off to answer
the door in the reception area.
I checked my watch. 11:00 a.m. Dylan would be here any moment now for
his session. I straightened my skirt and searched for his file on my desk.
I slipped back into my pumps, which were feeling a little tighter than
usual, and settled down into my chair.
A brief knock sounded at my door before Kathy peeked her head in.
"Dylan is here, would you like me to send him in?"
"Yes, please."
Kathy disappeared among mumbled words uttered to the surly youth waiting
in the hall. Dylan Peters slouched into my office and fell into the chair
on the other side of my desk. He looked up at me and smiled tentatively.
He was a nice kid. He had a rough life and alcoholic parents. He acted
out and enjoyed intimidating others, but behind all the fear and anger, he
had a good soul.
"Hey, Dylan. How's your week been?"
"Not bad." He muttered, sweeping his dyed-black hair out of his eyes. I
noticed another piercing on his eyebrow. His sullen blue eyes met mine. I
often wondered if my patients could sense pity in my eyes. I hoped they
saw a kindred spirit, a kid who had been there and knew exactly where they
were coming from. I wanted Dylan to feel like he could overcome the
sadness his parents gave him.
"On a scale of one to ten, how bad did that piercing hurt?" I pointed to
the tiny silver hoop dangling above his eye. The skin around it was
slightly puffy and red.
"Mmmm . . . wasn't too bad." Dylan looked down at his hands and
shrugged.
"Last time we spoke you were telling me about your mother making a
reappearance after three days on the run. How has that been?"
"Mom disappeared again. It was his fault, you know. I know it and he
knows it, but he still said it's because of me. He hates me. He said I
should just move out." Dylan huffed a breath and leaned back.
"Your father is a sick man, he can't see the mistakes he has made and he
wants to hurt your mother. He does that through you. You aren't to blame.
Can you still call your Aunt Sara?"
Dylan nodded. "I'm staying with her now. I haven't seen the old man in
three days. He could be dead for all I know. I wish he was."
Our session continued as usual. Dylan revealed his fear of being alone,
of belonging. His reaction to the pain in his world was to demonstrate
with inappropriate behavior.
"I talked with Sam last night." Sam worked at the grocery store down the
corner from the high school. He was incessantly happy and his good spirits
were contagious. "He said he needs a little after school and weekend help
at the store. Mainly restocking shelves and occasionally making
deliveries. I recommended you to him. He would like to meet you. Do you
think you might be interested?"
Dylan shrugged. "I guess I should be thinking about a job, since I
can't go home. Aunt Sara can't keep me forever if I can't help out with
the rent and all. Sure, I'll go see him. But--" Dylan looked over at me
shyly, tucking an oily strand of hair behind his pincushioned ear, "--
would you go with me?"
I couldn't help but smile. "Sure. " My stomach flipped. I felt
suddenly dizzy and clamped my hand on my belly.
"Becca?"
"I'm fine, just a little sick. How about I meet you at 2:00 at the
Market?
"Wouldn't your boyfriend be worried? I mean, I look like someone you
wouldn't want to meet in an alley, you know." He smiled very slightly.
"Michael has no say in the matter. This is just two friends spending
time together, nothing more. Besides, I know how well you hide the sweet
person beneath all that black and metal."
"Okay. I'll meet you Saturday. Oh. Thanks." Dylan scuffed through the
door, lifting a hand in a departing gesture.
"No problem, Dylan. I'll see you Saturday." I hoped by Saturday I would
be feeling better. I was not going to let this kid down.
***
My second appointment was coming up with Greg. I was looking forward to
it, actually. My morning sickness had dissipated to only short bouts of
nausea when I smelled greasy food or grass clippings. I didn't think this
was too odd. According to the books I had picked up, a heightened sense of
smell and reactions to smells were normal during pregnancy.
I was enjoying being pregnant now. My belly still appeared flat. When
I lay my palm on my stomach and spread my fingers I can just barely detect
a hardened ball of muscle underneath my skin. It felt comforting.
I prepared for this appointment more carefully than the first. Secretly
I wanted Greg to see me as attractive. I would never tell him so. I
wouldn't confide that to anyone. I was feeling so beautiful lately that I
hoped it spilled over to others.
I let my hair drift over my shoulders and down my back today. My
chestnut-colored hair had taken on a lustrous shine and softness lately. I
was wearing a short cotton sun dress in red, a dress I purchased on my last
trip to Barbados with Michael. I thought I should get the wear out of it
while I still could, while my stomach was still relatively flat. My skin
was fair. I didn't care for much makeup, just a bit of mascara, blush and
lipstick. On this day I chose a sumptuous shade of red for my lips. Did I
mention that I was feeling very sexy?
My legs were tanned from all the time I spent walking in the park near
my house. I slathered scented lotion on my limbs. The slight scent of
lavender filled the exam room, adding to my good mood. Nancy had already
commented on how much better I looked today than the last time we met.
I looked up at the door and smiled as Greg came through the door. Only
it wasn't Greg, it was Dr. Trimble followed by Greg. I hoped my smile hid
my disappointment.
"Good morning Ms. Rogers. I understand you will be one of Dr. Dixon's
first patients. It's just a policy we have that I observe an exam and give
a passing grade to the board. Rules, you know." Dr. Trimble smiled at me
behind his bushy, gray mustache.
"Of course. I understand."
"Now, all you need to do for today is slip off your panties and lay the
sheet over your lap. There's no need for a breast exam today. We'll just
do a pelvic and you can go."
I blushed a little at the mention of my panties. Dr. Trimble was
elderly and I noticed he treated some of his patients a bit
unconventionally. That was fine with me, as long as he didn't put things
where they didn't belong. Greg on the other hand . . . .
Speaking of Greg, I caught his amused look over Dr. Trimble's shoulder.
I smiled back. "Well, could you two at least turn your backs so a lady can
slip out of her panties?"
It was Dr. Trimble's turn to blush as Greg choked on a laugh. "We will
just step out into the hallway. Oh, and we will knock before entering."
"Thank you." Nancy and I giggled like two devilish schoolgirls when the
men left the room. "I shouldn't have said that but I couldn't resist. I'm
feeling so much better lately and I can't help myself sometimes."
The exam went well. I wonder sometimes if something is wrong with me.
Here I was, legs spread wide and wantonly in a cold exam room with a gloved
hand probing my most private and delicate parts and I was feeling aroused.
Could Greg and Dr. Trimble see the outline of my hard nipples beneath the
red fabric of my dress? I hoped that they could. I was deranged. A
lunatic.
After the exam Greg returned to the room to give me a few more pointers
and the results of my latest urine test. As I was gathering my purse to
leave, he stopped, hand on the doorknob and looked at me. "Becca, I
couldn't help but notice that you live at 3201 Washburn. I just bought a
condo out there. Maybe I'll run into you at the park one day. Or the
pool. By the way, red is definitely your color." He winked and smiled
before stepping out. My heart skipped a beat. Wetness dripped into my
panties. Was it the remains of the KYJelly or my own lubrication?
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