Twenty- Four

“Hey,” I ask nervously. “Can we talk?”

James looks up from his laptop and puts it on the coffee table, “of course baby. What’s up?”

“Why won’t you fuck me?” I rush out.

He looks surprised by my question and sits there staring at me for a moment before he answers. “I didn’t think you wanted me to,” he finally says.

“Why wouldn’t I want you to?” I ask softly.

His voice was just as soft when he says, “Because I got you pregnant.”

“Oh James,” I sigh as I sit down next to him. “It wasn’t just you, you know. It takes two to make a baby. I’m just as responsible as you are.”

“I should have taken precautions,” he tells me. “You took some and I didn’t, and I feel bad about that. So I didn’t want to fuck you again until I felt like I had earned it, I guess.”

I smile slightly, “and here I thought that maybe you were mad at me.”

“Why would I be mad at you?” He asks confused.

“Most guys aren’t too happy when their fiancée gets an abortion,” I say.

“Most guys are assholes,” he snorts.

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