‘Fuck me, fuck me!’
I pushed faster but really wanted to prolong the enjoyment. Because Mia’s pregnancy had been making her feel queasy, it was the first sex we’d had in a few weeks.
‘Fuck me!’ she said more loudly. I thrust as hard as I could.
‘Fuck … Ow!’ she suddenly groaned.
‘What’s wrong?’ I whispered loudly. But I kept right on fucking her. It was like I had a wild animal inside me or something.
She pushed me out of her and away. ‘That really hurt!’ She rolled away.
‘Have you forgotten I’m pregnant, Guy? It felt like you were stabbing the baby.’
‘Sorry.’ But my still-pulsing cock wasn’t sorry. ‘I suppose a blowjob’s out of the question?’
‘Go to sleep. You’re drunk,’ she sounded really annoyed now.
‘But
—’
‘Go fuck yourself instead.’
There were some small spots of blood on the sheets the next morning.
‘What’s this?’ I was still trying to open my other eye. It felt like someone had stitched the lids together overnight.
‘It’s just spotting,’ Mia said without emotion. ‘It’s happened before.’
‘I’m sorry. I
—
’ I tried to touch her.
‘Forget it,’ she moved away to strip the bed. ‘I’ll call Dr Hill. It’ll be OK.’
‘Here, let me do that.’
But she yanked the spattered sheet away from me like a matador feinting for the kill. ‘Why don’t you clean up the bathroom instead,’ she growled. ‘You completely missed the toilet. There are even flies buzzing around in there.’
That unsavoury recollection brought the bile back to my throat: I took the half a hot dog off the bookcase and tossed it in the kitchen bin. I sat back on the sofa, turned on the TV, and flicked on the soothing soft porn of Channel 35.
*
Early the following afternoon, Rosemary, the Brave Face receptionist, called through to the boardroom phone. My hangover was still hurting and the bleat of the phone was like a drill to my skull. Bill passed me the handset.
‘Sorry, Guy, but your nanny’s on the line and she sounds quite upset.’
‘Esmeralda?’
‘Oh, Guy!’ She
was
upset. ‘Sorry to bodder you at work but Mia has goned to the hospital. Mount Sinai actually.’ She gave a little cry.
‘Jesus Christ! Why? Has she had an accident? Is she OK?’
Bill bit his lip.
‘Yeah – she’s OK and it wasn’t an accident hexactly.’ She sniffed, trying to keep herself together. ‘Um … I dropped by to pick up my money for the week – usually Mia give it to me on Mondays, but Estella and me was going to Delaware this weekend to visit a friend and I needed some extra money so I dropped in today instead – and you know how I have my own key, Guy?’
‘Yeah?’ I didn’t really – Mia handled all that stuff.
‘Well I didn’t know whether Mia was even home today so I went inside and—’
‘Go on,’ I said to her. ‘It’s OK.’
‘Well I goed inside and there was a rolled-up wet towel near the door and I could smell gas. A lot of gas, Guy.’
I could almost smell it myself. I was starting to feel a little woozy.
‘Was the oven leaking?’
Long pause. ‘No, it wasn’t leaking.’ She went quiet for a minute.
‘Well what was it?’
‘Um, well I could see that there was an empty bottle of wine on the table … ’ She paused again. ‘And then I slided open the door to the kitchen and there was another wet towel on the ground to stop all the gas getting out.’
‘And where was Mia?’
Long pause.
‘She was lying there on the ground in the kitchen. She had passed out.’
Jesus. ‘And where was Callum?’
She gave a loud, sad snort. ‘Oh don’t worry – he’s OK. Mia took him to Susanna’s house this morning. He’s still there.’
‘How did you know that?’
‘Oh, well cos I threw some water on Mia’s face and I slapped her to make sure she was still breathing. And I turned the gas off, of course, and I dragged her out to the hallway and into the lounge room and opened the window. And then I called
I pushed faster but really wanted to prolong the enjoyment. Because Mia’s pregnancy had been making her feel queasy, it was the first sex we’d had in a few weeks.
‘Fuck me!’ she said more loudly. I thrust as hard as I could.
‘Fuck … Ow!’ she suddenly groaned.
‘What’s wrong?’ I whispered loudly. But I kept right on fucking her. It was like I had a wild animal inside me or something.
She pushed me out of her and away. ‘That really hurt!’ She rolled away.
‘Have you forgotten I’m pregnant, Guy? It felt like you were stabbing the baby.’
‘Sorry.’ But my still-pulsing cock wasn’t sorry. ‘I suppose a blowjob’s out of the question?’
‘Go to sleep. You’re drunk,’ she sounded really annoyed now.
‘But
—’
‘Go fuck yourself instead.’
There were some small spots of blood on the sheets the next morning.
‘What’s this?’ I was still trying to open my other eye. It felt like someone had stitched the lids together overnight.
‘It’s just spotting,’ Mia said without emotion. ‘It’s happened before.’
‘I’m sorry. I
—
’ I tried to touch her.
‘Forget it,’ she moved away to strip the bed. ‘I’ll call Dr Hill. It’ll be OK.’
‘Here, let me do that.’
But she yanked the spattered sheet away from me like a matador feinting for the kill. ‘Why don’t you clean up the bathroom instead,’ she growled. ‘You completely missed the toilet. There are even flies buzzing around in there.’
That unsavoury recollection brought the bile back to my throat: I took the half a hot dog off the bookcase and tossed it in the kitchen bin. I sat back on the sofa, turned on the TV, and flicked on the soothing soft porn of Channel 35.
*
Early the following afternoon, Rosemary, the Brave Face receptionist, called through to the boardroom phone. My hangover was still hurting and the bleat of the phone was like a drill to my skull. Bill passed me the handset.
‘Sorry, Guy, but your nanny’s on the line and she sounds quite upset.’
‘Esmeralda?’
‘Oh, Guy!’ She
was
upset. ‘Sorry to bodder you at work but Mia has goned to the hospital. Mount Sinai actually.’ She gave a little cry.
‘Jesus Christ! Why? Has she had an accident? Is she OK?’
Bill bit his lip.
‘Yeah – she’s OK and it wasn’t an accident hexactly.’ She sniffed, trying to keep herself together. ‘Um … I dropped by to pick up my money for the week – usually Mia give it to me on Mondays, but Estella and me was going to Delaware this weekend to visit a friend and I needed some extra money so I dropped in today instead – and you know how I have my own key, Guy?’
‘Yeah?’ I didn’t really – Mia handled all that stuff.
‘Well I didn’t know whether Mia was even home today so I went inside and—’
‘Go on,’ I said to her. ‘It’s OK.’
‘Well I goed inside and there was a rolled-up wet towel near the door and I could smell gas. A lot of gas, Guy.’
I could almost smell it myself. I was starting to feel a little woozy.
‘Was the oven leaking?’
Long pause. ‘No, it wasn’t leaking.’ She went quiet for a minute.
‘Well what was it?’
‘Um, well I could see that there was an empty bottle of wine on the table … ’ She paused again. ‘And then I slided open the door to the kitchen and there was another wet towel on the ground to stop all the gas getting out.’
‘And where was Mia?’
Long pause.
‘She was lying there on the ground in the kitchen. She had passed out.’
Jesus. ‘And where was Callum?’
She gave a loud, sad snort. ‘Oh don’t worry – he’s OK. Mia took him to Susanna’s house this morning. He’s still there.’
‘How did you know that?’
‘Oh, well cos I threw some water on Mia’s face and I slapped her to make sure she was still breathing. And I turned the gas off, of course, and I dragged her out to the hallway and into the lounge room and opened the window. And then I called
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