Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 81977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Looking at her brought me to a decision, something I thought I would never do now made perfect sense. I hope to God it was the right thing to do.
"Hey Blossom, after you've eaten, I'd like to talk over some things with you okay?" She nodded her head as she took her salad.
She still had that wary look in her eyes; she was too young for this shit. How had I forgotten that she was this young? She was still weeks away from her eighteenth birthday and I felt guilt pull at me.
I'd gotten a seventeen-year old girl pregnant. The fact that she was my wife didn't do much to alleviate the guilt, the fact that she wasn't the first eighteen year old to get pregnant nor even the fact that it was perfectly legal here didn’t help much either. I still felt...wrong somehow, fuck. I watched her as she ate her salad making sure she was eating enough.
"I'm not being a very good wife am I?"
"What? What do you mean?" I took the empty salad plate from her and put it on the night table, passing her the cut up melon.
"Well, I'm supposed to be taking care of you and I haven't, I got sick and you have to take care of me..."
"Baby, first off you didn't just get sick you got hurt, but we'll come back to that later. It's my responsibility to take care of you as much as it's yours to take care of me, never think that way. Do you think I would let you do anything now while you're in this position?"
"But it's wrong...."
"No it's not; get that out of your head right now. I know you don't have a great example of what marriage should be but a real marriage is not about you taking care of our home or me. It's about us loving each other in all ways and taking care of each other. If I was hurt wouldn't you take care of me?"
"Of course, but I'm supposed to, isn't it the woman's place to do those things? I don't think men like to have to do these things." My baby is stuck in the damn stone ages, no doubt this was something she’d learned from her asshole dad in one of his attempts to brainwash her.
I almost laughed at the idea of someone telling Tula that shit she’d most likely brain the fuck before she kneed him in the balls. But my Blossom said it in all seriousness.
"Baby, that's just not true, I know where you learned to think like that, but it's wrong. A man who loves his woman will do anything for her and not only when she's sick either. When you love someone as much as I love you little Blossom, there isn't anything you won't do for them. Now put that out of your head I have something more important to ask you okay."
"Okay." She patted the bed next to her indicating that I should join her there. Being careful of her injuries, I climbed in next to her.
She gave me one of her smiles and melted my heart. Man, who the fuck could hurt this girl? Why would they want to? "I wanted to talk about the baby...how do you feel about being pregnant at your age? Aside from the fear you had about a baby causing your death, we know that's not true right?"
"I'm beginning to yes. I've been dreaming about the baby a lot, sometimes I see my mom and she tells me everything's going to be fine...does that make sense?"
"Yes babe it sounds like she's visiting your dreams to give you comfort." I hugged her shoulder.
"It helps, in the dreams I'm not afraid, I'm happy and excited, but then I wake up and I remember. The old fear is still there though it's not as strong as before."
Thank goodness for that. It's only been a few days and we haven't been talking about the pregnancy but I needed to see where her mind was. I needed her whole all the destruction of her enemies wouldn’t do that, only working on her mind could. I just hope she was strong enough to deal with whatever was going on inside her head without breaking.
"So, how do you feel?" I put one hand over the flat of her tummy. It was the first time I’d touched her like that since I’d first told her; my first acknowledgment of my seed in her womb. I looked into her eyes to see if she would freak but she didn’t seem to be bothered by the contact, good.
"I don't really understand the question."
"How do you feel, do you think you're too young to have a baby?" She thought about it for a minute before giving me her answer. "Did you know that women used to get married way younger than I am before, and have babies and run households and stuff?"