1 comments/ 14588 views/ 0 favorites All For Baby Ch. 01 By: milliean I want to thank my editor michchick98 for helping me edit this special story. She has been a great inspiration and a great help. Please enjoy! Chapter One "Once you get inside me, don't pull away." Sheila commanded to her friend. She wasn't a virgin, and knew it very well. She wasn't too young either, twenty nine going on thirty, too damn soon. But she had wanted to have a child of her own since she was old enough to have one. Then a tragic death stole her boyfriend's life away and she had gotten stuck on what could have been. The last thing she remembered him saying was his reinforced believe on how he didn't want to have kids. I'm too young to have kids, Chris had said. Let's enjoy the sex for what it is, that's the most fulfilling freedom we can always have, Chris always used the same excuse. Had she waited too long to please him, thinking she might've convinced him otherwise? One thing was certain, now she was free to think for herself, sexual liberties weren't in her to do list. Now that she'd decided to act on her desire, her friend would have to do. After a year of mourning and of abstinence, she'd managed to get closer to Mike. They'd been sleeping together for a few months now. Lying naked on her bed now, sweet Mickey was more confused than the nights he tried to cheer her up while she was still mourning for her lost love. Those nights when she would burst out crying after they'd had sex. "Not everything is lost, Sheila," he'd said. Not if I lose you too, she'd thought. They'd just made love and somehow it didn't seem enough. "Sheila, I'm not sure if I can keep doing this," he said, keeping her at arm's length. "You've always brought me in as the third wheel in all your previous relationships, and I'm sorry Chris died, but nothing will bring him back." Third wheel? She'd never thought of him like that. Despite her games of giving him high hopes for a future together, she'd wanted him there. And he'd been there through her pains and joys. "I know he's not coming back, but you're still here." She knew Chris couldn't come back. She missed him terribly everyday. Honoring her love for him regardless if another guy would fill his place, was all she could do, but only if the new person in her life wasn't a stranger. Even though her mind was made up, she didn't want to sleep with a stranger, she wanted to be with someone who knew her. "Correction, you had always felt like a third wheel." She jumped on the bed. "But you don't have to fight for my attention anymore. Besides, I already helped you undress and you didn't protest." Sheila kissed his chest and he smiled at her. "So, you want to have sex with me again to prove me something?" "There's nothing to prove." Sheila slapped him softly. "But you have a reason for it." "You used a condom. No more condoms!" she commanded. She traced her wet, slick tongue down his chest and wondered how much he wanted her. They were already friends, so what was the big deal? Then, after all was said and done, she still wanted a baby. "If I masturbate in front of you, will it change your mind?" His eyes sparkled as a sexy smirk appeared on his face. She didn't want to be questioned about her decisions, daring or not. She rolled over onto her back and traced a path down her body to her womanhood. There she struck the fleshy, sensitive nub, driving her senseless as her thoughts started melting into accepting the wave of pleasure coming to her body in a splash of wetness. Mike moved her hand and replaced it with his. It seemed he had no more questions for her. She let him, putting her hand on his hair and brushing it from his face. They held each other's glance for a few moments before she admitted, a bit teary, "I always wanted a baby, but maybe it's too late for that now-" "Shhh..." He hushed her with a kiss. "I always wanted to be a father. Is it too late for me?" "No," she said, wondering if he wanted it as much as her. Mike's relationships had never lasted long enough to be "baby" serious. He seemed to be the guy who ran away from commitment rather than embrace it. Yet he was always there for her, and it'd always been a serious friendship between them. Their relationship hadn't come down to sex until they'd both agreed they wanted the same thing from each other. Mike held her close as he moved on top of her, kissing her cheek with tender care. "It's not too late for you then." He spoke softly. "You just don't want the father to be a stranger." She nodded, finally relieved to see there was one man alive who knew her, sometimes more than herself; Mike. His support meant more to her that anything in this world. What she didn't voice, he could sense. "I'll be the father of your firstborn, soon" he said. "I promise." She let out a gasp when he brushed a kiss on her bare womanhood. She held him in place and watched as he sucked her with delight. She quivered beneath him knowing that despite her wanting the baby now, it was something they both needed to be ready for financially. "So...sweetheart. How soon do you want this baby in your lovely arms?" "Soon," she whispered. "I'll let you know." * * * * When Mike left for work, with promises of coming back for her and her things, while blurting out between kisses how much he loved her, she couldn't help smile. Kissing him back had been the sweetest thing she'd ever experienced. Why had it taken her this long to be with him? Sheila didn't want to let him go. "Is it all right if I join you at your apartment instead?" "Sure babe, anytime." He wriggled his nose against hers and handed his spare key to her. "Mike." She laughed. "I've never seen you this happy, Sheila." He hugged her for a long time and she couldn't help embracing him further in her arms. Her hands immediately went to his black short hair and played with it. She loved the softness of his cheek against hers and his cologne drove her senses wild. Kissing him on the cheek, she released him from her grasp. "You're going to be late for work Mr. Chance." "You're right! I should get to work; for our upcoming baby, for us." Sweet Mickey left her surrounded in laughter as he let himself out the door. His promise for their future baby excited her the most. He gave her hope. Getting up from the bed, Sheila walked to the bathroom, feeling as if she were floating on air. She leaned in and started the shower and after checking the temperature, stepped under the steamy spray. As the water cascaded down her body, she closed her eyes and imagined herself dancing in the rain with Mike. A happy tune escaped her lips which were curved into a broad smile. As she continued humming, she marveled at the joy a baby would bring both her and Mike. "Just a minute!" she called out when she heard the doorbell ring. "Sheila!" a female voice called her from the door. Good, Mrs. Downy. Just in time to let her know I'm moving out of the apartment. Once dressed in her khaki shorts and green blouse, she combed her black hair into a ponytail and Sheila made her way to the door. "Mrs. Downy come on in." The elder woman smiled warmly at Sheila. Mrs. Downy was a widow and the best landlord she'd ever come across. Despite disagreeing with Sheila's lifestyle choices, she always had been a dear. Mrs. Downy was the best candidate for a friend. Sheila appreciated the fact the elder gave her advice only when asked for. Age didn't matter; they both knew it, and their landlord/tenant relationship never suffered. "I see you're doing well, Sheila." She looked at her again. "I knew you'd be smiling again sooner than later." "Thank you, Mrs. Downy. I really owe it to Sweet Mickey. Please sit down." Mrs. Downy took a seat on the sofa after Sheila had asked if she wanted some tea or coffee. When Mrs. Downy politely declined, Shelia joined her on the sofa. "I saw Mike when he was leaving and he's such a nice guy." Mrs. Downy played with her skirt. "He really does take care of you." "Yes, he'll be a great father someday." She beamed while imagining a baby coming up to her and climbing onto her lap. "You too my dear, now we just have to find you a nice young man to settle down with." She couldn't believe her landlord hadn't noticed. Maybe she still thought about Mickey as only friend material. She shook her head, wasn't it obvious they were together? "Mrs. Downy, I'm afraid I have to tell you I'll be leaving this apartment to go live with Mike." "Sweetheart, he is a great friend. I wish I had a friend like that, well more of a female friend, when my Harvey died." What was it with moving to his apartment that didn't make it any clearer to her landlord? Weren't they compatible? Maybe she hadn't made it clear enough. "Lisa." Sheila addressed her landlord by her first name. "Mike and I are more than friends now. I'm going to live at his apartment for good." "Oh!" The old lady said. "You'll make a great couple." Sheila thought she heard her landlord say the right words, but somehow her words didn't sound believable. All For Baby Ch. 02 Please be patient with me and my writing, I'm trying to get somewhere with this story which is a little sad. My editor is a great author/editor. It's my writing that's taking leap. Thank you for reading my work and giving me constructive criticism. After her landlord left, Sheila felt a void in her heart. The cluelessness of Mrs. Downy worried her. The woman was wise beyond her years but she couldn't pin point the fact she and Mike could be more than friends. Taking the key to his apartment, she sat on the bed observing the sharp curves of the metal which would help her open his door, closing the door of her past forever. Was she ready to start again with her best friend or keep holding the past accountable for staying single and childless? She thought about Mike feeling like a third wheel all this time. He must've thought wrong when she denied it. Yet something about it pained her. And then there was Chris' memory plastered all over the apartment. She didn't want to let go of the apartment she owned, in spite of the fact Chris had moved in with her. They had short-lived a lot of happy times. Although he refused the idea of having kids, she thought their relationship would last forever. It would've lasted forever, Sheila had thought after his death. Thinking about the what-ifs of life also made her go back to that fateful day. What if....she'd been there. If she'd been in bed with him, she could've noticed when his heart had stopped, when his breathing had seized instead of him dying of Sudden Death Syndrome, alone. Tears poured down her face, they had argued that night. Bringing Mike into the argument about the friends he would hang out with. She was surprised when Chris thought she and Mike had something going on between them, when in reality nothing was happening. She shivered when her imagination took the best of her, wondering if she would've been there for him, in his bed, how she would've reacted to his unpreventable death; all she could've done was to scream, cry and call 911. "Chris?" Sheila would've opened her sleepy eyes and shaken him. "Chris, Chris, Chris!" Getting up from the bed, she would've ran to the other side where Chris lay. Her heart would've never beaten any faster. "Oh my God, Chris!" She would've kept screaming as she saw the love of her life lying on the bed, unresponsive to her calls. If she'd been there wouldn't change the fact Chris would've died in his sleep. It was a rare case when healthy people like him died suddenly and without warning, but it'd happened to him. Sheila shook her head, a year had passed and she deserved to move on. Now, she was going to be living with Mike, but she wanted to make sure he'd be fine with every single step they might need to take for a guaranteed pregnancy. * * * * "Boy or girl?" "Hmmm?" "Boy or girl?" An angel beamed in the middle of her room, waiting for Sheila's response. He wanted to know or so it seemed her answer, if she wanted her firstborn to be a boy or a girl. And if so what good will it come of it? "I don't know, I have yet to ask sweet Mickey. Although I wouldn't mind a surprising discovery after I give birth to our sweet little baby." Sheila chuckled, "why do you want to know-- Angel or whatever your name is? You do look awfully familiar." "Neither my name nor what I look like is important." The angel was now shaking her. "Just remember Sheila, whatever you do, don't mess this up!" "What do you mean? Mickey and I have an agreement." The angel let her go. "Just remember what I've told you when you do everything for this baby." * * * * When Sheila woke up, crying. She was still in her apartment and it seemed that no matter how much strength she gained to move on, she managed it to lose it every time. She didn't know what she would do if people didn't believe Mike and her could actually make a family together. Nevertheless live with him and feel good about it. Had her emotions and fears triggered the dream? It'd already been established that Chris' death wasn't her fault. "Boy or girl? Over and out." She heard someone say. "Now Sheila, you are thinking too much. What do you want, boy or girl? Over and out." "Mom?" Sheila found her walky-talky under the bed and wondered if her mother heard everything that'd happened with Mickey for the couple of months they'd been sleeping together. Since she'd decided to live alone despite Chris' death making it hard for her, her family had worried in letting her mourn alone. When her sister Lauren had bought her and her mother walky-talkies, it was a way of letting her be alone and still be able to speak to her or cry out for help any time she need it the most. "No, silly. Mom stopped this childish thing since Mickey came to your rescue. This is your sister! Remember me? I bought you two these damn things. That's the only reason I'll stop saying over and out." "Yes, they are childish," Sheila laughed. "But...it helped me so much to get rid of a lot of things even if I wanted to be alone all this time. " Nothing was said by her sister. Somehow her silence admitted that some things were not really over. "I'll call you." "Wait, Lauren!" The communication was cut off and Sheila guessed it right. Her sister Lauren had turned off her walky-talky. When her phone rang, she ran to answer it and was even more surprised when her sister was on the other end. "Sheila, what are you doing to yourself? It's like I don't know you anymore." "I'm confused." "Of course you are. Don't think I'm not aware of what you're doing. You don't visit us anymore and you keep away from your family, Mrs. Downy is not a relative of yours. If it wasn't for me getting into things I shouldn't be, I'd have never known about you and Mickey moving in together. If you haven't noticed, we always knew about Mickey and you wanting to have a baby so why would you keep something like that from me?" "I just don't want any problems with Chris' family; his mother was awfully rude about Mickey and I being so close after his death. She thought I was waiting for something to happen to Chris to get with him." "Well, that's stupid! Nobody could have foreseen his death." Sheila agreed. But then her dream was weird enough to give her chills when remembering it. And then her sister had asked her the same question she'd been asked in her dream. Boy or girl? "I don't know what I want! A boy or a girl? You'd think I'd have my life figured out by now...but there's been a change of plans, Lauren. I'm scared." At the last admittance of fear, Sheila almost fell to her knees. Obviously her life wasn't back to normal yet. "Never mind what anybody thinks, Sheila, it's your life. Go live it to the fullest. I'm surprised you're not at his apartment already!" Her sister was right. She should have been at Mickey's apartment moments after her landlord had left. Maybe Mrs. Downy had woken up the fear in her, at least her words hadn't been comforting about Mike and her making a great couple. "I'm surprised I still listen to what everyone else thinks but me." "Atta girl." It was all her sister said.