go through with an abortion. Once that window of time closed, she’d have no choice but to give birth and raise a baby.
“I’m surprised you’re not with your parents,” he said, not looking up from his plate.
Tristan was expressionless, staring across the counter at the white square tiles, chin in hand.
“Tris, hello?” Dominic waved his hand. “Lights are on but no one’s home.”
“Hmmm?” She looked at him now but still had that preoccupied look in her eyes. “Oh, yeah. They went to see some friends.”
“What do you want to do today?”
“Uh, I don’t know.” She looked down at her hands. “Whatever you want.”
“What I want?” He looked at his watch. It was barely 10:30 A.M. He thought of Hope briefly, knowing she was most likely sleeping. He didn’t want to think about her but he was finding it impossible not to. Inviting him inside her apartment was the conformation he needed to know for sure that she felt the same way he was feeling. This situation was sitting heavy on his shoulders. He was on the fence about it still, thinking that maybe if he and Tristan could progress in their relationship, he would forget Hope. He wanted to forget about her but he wanted Tristan to make him forget. All she had to do was be the girl she was before.
“Well, we could go see a show.”
“Okay,” she said, her chin back in her hand, staring through the sunny kitchen window.
Dominic drove Tristan to the Rio where there was a show. Tristan was into that stuff while Dominic was not. He bought tickets, came back, picked her up, took her the Rio where they had to loiter around till one when the show would start. Dominic didn’t know whether it was his own guilt or if Tristan really was being strange. She excused herself to the restroom so Dominic sat down on a bench to wait for her.
Tristan threw up. Her stomach hurt since breakfast and the only way to rid herself of this stomach discomfort was to induce vomiting. Already she hated pregnancy. She wiped her mouth with tissue and walked out of the stall. The thought of food put her off but she knew she had to eat something because she was feeling very weak. When she made her way toward Dominic who was gazing at a live mini circus, she put a hand over her stomach and cursed him. He was his usual self, no cares in the world while she was sick to her stomach. She just wanted this “thing” out of her.
“Why didn’t you eat something?” he asked when she started nibbling on crackers that were in her purse.
“I’m not really hungry, just snacking.”
“This isn’t one of your diet things, is it?”
He took a moment from looking at the performance to look her in the eye.
“What, so I’m fat now?”
“Isn’t that what you all say?”
The realization that her body would change hit her like a smack across the face. She pictured her breasts sagging to her stomach and stretch marks galore, tree trunk legs and flapping arms. She told herself she had to get an abortion, there was no other way. Her self-confidence had plummeted ever since she got with Dominic; imagine how it would be after the baby? It would be non-existent. Tristan cringed at the thought.
“Are you all right?”
“Yeah, why?”
“You look a little under the weather.”
Tristan nodded.
“I’m fine.”
He noticed she was wearing no makeup, her hair was loose, she was in jeans and a cream colored zip up sweater. She was actually covered up and looked tired and a little sick. Dominic’s guilt started to pool in his stomach. No matter what she said or did, she didn’t deserve to be cheated on. Dominic roughly pulled her in close to him, his heavy arm around her shoulder. He kissed the top of her head and told her he
“I’m surprised you’re not with your parents,” he said, not looking up from his plate.
Tristan was expressionless, staring across the counter at the white square tiles, chin in hand.
“Tris, hello?” Dominic waved his hand. “Lights are on but no one’s home.”
“Hmmm?” She looked at him now but still had that preoccupied look in her eyes. “Oh, yeah. They went to see some friends.”
“What do you want to do today?”
“Uh, I don’t know.” She looked down at her hands. “Whatever you want.”
“What I want?” He looked at his watch. It was barely 10:30 A.M. He thought of Hope briefly, knowing she was most likely sleeping. He didn’t want to think about her but he was finding it impossible not to. Inviting him inside her apartment was the conformation he needed to know for sure that she felt the same way he was feeling. This situation was sitting heavy on his shoulders. He was on the fence about it still, thinking that maybe if he and Tristan could progress in their relationship, he would forget Hope. He wanted to forget about her but he wanted Tristan to make him forget. All she had to do was be the girl she was before.
“Well, we could go see a show.”
“Okay,” she said, her chin back in her hand, staring through the sunny kitchen window.
Dominic drove Tristan to the Rio where there was a show. Tristan was into that stuff while Dominic was not. He bought tickets, came back, picked her up, took her the Rio where they had to loiter around till one when the show would start. Dominic didn’t know whether it was his own guilt or if Tristan really was being strange. She excused herself to the restroom so Dominic sat down on a bench to wait for her.
Tristan threw up. Her stomach hurt since breakfast and the only way to rid herself of this stomach discomfort was to induce vomiting. Already she hated pregnancy. She wiped her mouth with tissue and walked out of the stall. The thought of food put her off but she knew she had to eat something because she was feeling very weak. When she made her way toward Dominic who was gazing at a live mini circus, she put a hand over her stomach and cursed him. He was his usual self, no cares in the world while she was sick to her stomach. She just wanted this “thing” out of her.
“Why didn’t you eat something?” he asked when she started nibbling on crackers that were in her purse.
“I’m not really hungry, just snacking.”
“This isn’t one of your diet things, is it?”
He took a moment from looking at the performance to look her in the eye.
“What, so I’m fat now?”
“Isn’t that what you all say?”
The realization that her body would change hit her like a smack across the face. She pictured her breasts sagging to her stomach and stretch marks galore, tree trunk legs and flapping arms. She told herself she had to get an abortion, there was no other way. Her self-confidence had plummeted ever since she got with Dominic; imagine how it would be after the baby? It would be non-existent. Tristan cringed at the thought.
“Are you all right?”
“Yeah, why?”
“You look a little under the weather.”
Tristan nodded.
“I’m fine.”
He noticed she was wearing no makeup, her hair was loose, she was in jeans and a cream colored zip up sweater. She was actually covered up and looked tired and a little sick. Dominic’s guilt started to pool in his stomach. No matter what she said or did, she didn’t deserve to be cheated on. Dominic roughly pulled her in close to him, his heavy arm around her shoulder. He kissed the top of her head and told her he
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