Pregnant with Ex-Boyfriends Baby

Let’s say you have a boyfriend, that you love a lot. Certain circumstances in the relationship causes you to not see your boyfriend as often as you like. You talk to him on the phone, or via internet; barely get to see him at all. His life is full of work and no play. Your ex-boyfriend see more of you than you see your boyfriend. As time go by and you see less and less of your boyfriend, during this time, your ex-boyfriend has pretty much moved in with you. Feelings begin resurfacing and one thing leads to another. You pick this day to lay down and have sex with him. Few weeks go by and your period haven’t come. Come to find out you’re pregnant. You’re not mad, or sad. You want to tell your ex-boyfriend the news, so you do. He’s really happy about the pregnancy and think you should come clean to the guy you supposedly love.

So you call him and he’s happy to hear your voice because his day have been tiring and you’re exactly what he needed to make his day better. You smile a little; you look down at your stomach and rub it. Before you can get a word out, he goes on and on about how much he misses you and wish he had more time to spend with you. He then goes on and say that you should move in with him. You sit there quiet and hope he doesn’t notice the awkward silence between you and him. He waits for you to respond; it’s only been 2 seconds since the awkwardness but it feels like minutes.

“Listen, can we meet some place? I really want to talk to you. We can talk about all of that then”. You get his hopes up and his day again has gotten that much better. You can feel him smiling through the phone. Wondering why he didn’t catch onto the uneasiness in your voice; you conclude that because since you guys were never really around each other, he was pretty much naïve to the fact. He sets up a day to meet and ends the phone call with “I love you” and “I’m sorry that I’ve neglected you”. You hang up and you sit there looking at your cell phone, wondering if this was a good idea. “Maybe I should have just forgotten about him. He probably wouldn’t have even noticed I moved on as busy as he is“. It’s not guilt that’s driving you to do this but, morality. The guy loves you and you love him. As much as this will hurt him, you only feel that it’s right to tell him.

You’ve always had a special place in your heart for your ex. He pretty much never left your life; heart, body, mind and soul. For some reason, you can’t even recall why you left him but at the same time you know he’s ‘ex’ for a reason. At this point, that rule no longer apply. Your ex-boyfriend enter the room that was just occupied by you and your thoughts. He stood there with a concerned look on his face. You look up at him and smile. He walks over to you and grabs your hand. “Come on, it’s time for bed”. You let him guide you to bed and of course, it wasn’t really time for bed. He just wanted to make love to you again. Love; and bliss was in the air. It was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. He whispers in your ear, “You’re my everything, I’m sorry and I promise I’ll make it up to you. I love you”. With that, you fall asleep.

The next morning, you wake up to the sounds of soft melodies on your favorite soul & R&B radio station. You sit up on the side of bed, stretch and prepare to break a heart. You contemplate over and over if this was the right thing to do while you’re in the shower. You finally set in your mind that it is after you’ve dried off and prepared to lotion up and get dressed.

You head back to the bedroom to kiss your sleeping lover a temporary goodbye. “I guess 8:30 in the morning is the only slot opened on his calendar today“, you mumble to yourself as you’re leaving the house. You’re walking to the park up the street; the same place where you met your boyfriend. You look around and don’t see him yet so you look down at your watch. “It’s still early, I guess I can either go back home or wait for him here.” You decide on the latter and found a bench to sit on. You look around and notice the park is pretty empty. There’s only an old woman sitting on a bench on the far side of the park knitting and a guy that looks like he’s in his late 20′s early 30′s playing fetch with his golden retriever. “I should have brought a book with me, time seems to be crawling by“. You grow anxious and impatient sitting there. By now you’re convinced to just stand him up and wait til he call later that day and tell him that way; or not tell him at all.

You get up and turn to leave the park because it’s 8:40 and you’re sick of waiting all to hear his voice calling you from the other side of the park. The old woman on the bench looks up at him with a take-your-ass-over-to-her-instead-of-screaming-and-waking-the-neighborhood-up, look. You walk to him and he gives you a hug but you barely hug him back. You smell his cologne and almost wanted to keep from breaking his heart. “It has to be done“. You sike yourself up in your mind to tell him. He suggest you go to a more secluded part of the park so you and him could talk. You find a nice quiet place next to the pond with a bench. You sit down and he follows. He’s grinning from ear to ear; so happy to see you. You can barely look at him, you really want him to stop smiling because soon enough he will.

Before he could get a word out this time you speak up. “Listen, I got something to tell you. I know this is going to hurt you but I really don’t care.” The smile on your boyfriends face immediate disappears. He sits and wait for the bad news. You inhale loudly.  While you’re exhaling you nonchalantly say, “I’m pregnant, it’s not yours of-course, it’s my exes.” You look at him with no emotions expressed on your face. He look up at you and you could swear if pain was in living human form, he depicted it flawlessly. He stood up and you followed. He walks to the pond and skips a few rocks across  it; you watch him. He walk back over to you and sighs, while rubbing his temples. “So, you cheated on me and you’re pregnant. Couldn’t you have told this to me on the phone?” You shrug your shoulders like some kid who just got caught stealing from a candy store knowing you had money to buy what you stole. You look down at your shoes thinking it’s time for a new pair. “I figured it would be better this way, you know?” He shook his head, reached in his pocket and threw a little box at you and walked away.

You pick up the little box, opens it to see an engagement ring inside. Tears well up in your eyes; now you feel guilty.

What happened?