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No More Dr Nice Guy Part 10
I read the instructions meticulously.
I mean I wasn't a dimwit; in my opinion anyway; I knew what to do. It
would be concerning if I didn't. But I wanted as much information I
could get.
The biostatistician in me needed to know the false positive rate. And
the false negative rate too I suppose.
I had even gone so far as to buy two different brands. I probably
would have bought more if that was an option available to me. I was
after a bigger sample size.
I guess ultimately I was after a definitive answer I could trust.
****
Kevin was awake when I returned from the pharmacy and supermarket. I
wasn't expecting him to be. It had meant that my most pressing matter
had to be postponed.
"Where have you been?" he asked casually. Looking disheveled at the
kitchen table, nursing a pod coffee.
"Hangover food." I tried to match his nonchalance, in spite of the
angst inside me. I hold up the shopping bags as indication.
"Hmmmm. Bacon," he drools.
"I figured as much," I reply. "I'll just cook the lot shall I?"
"Thank you Alex," he says with puppy dog face. He's trying to be
cute. Of course it's working but I won't let him know that.
"You're a disgrace Kevin Moore," I scold. "Coming home drunk as a
skunk! I hope Marty is alright."
"All limbs still intact. As instructed. At least the last time I saw
him anyway."
"And body hair?"
"Well his back, crack and sack are as smooth as. But the rest of him
is untouched."
"You didn't!?" I exclaim.
"Of course not! It's funny that you thought I did. And anyway, who
knows, he might have already manscaped for his wedding."
"Well it's encouraging you don't know that for hard fact. It means he
didn't end up naked at some point of the night."
"Geez!" Kevin expels. "What happened on Buck's nights Alex Turner
went to? They sound a bit wild."
I realized what I was doing.
"Actually that's a fair point. Nothing is probably the honest answer.
I'd actually completely forgotten I had previously been on Buck's
nights. I was using my imagination. I mean the preconceptions we
women have about what Buck's nights are actually like. Because they
are shrouded in mystery and beat up by film. You know. Movies like
"The Hangover'. How weird is that?"
"That you forgot you were ever Alex Turner? Not weird at all. I like
to forget that too. The more you forget that the better, I reckon."
"It's peculiar sometimes. How much my perspective has changed. How
differently I see the world now. I don't even know if it's all the
curse either. I mean, do I think like a woman because the curse makes
me? Or do I think like a woman because I am one, and have been one
for long enough now that it's the only thing I know?"
"What I think..." Kevin says slowly. "Is you think....way way too
much!"
"Fine!" I say as the bacon starts to sizzle. "Stuff your face until
you're less ornery. Then we'll see how well you keep it down when we
do the 'Thousand Steps' later."
"No!" he moans.
"It's Sunday. And I'm not working. And we have no plans. It's our
standing promise remember."
"Oh God. I just can't!"
"Would you have me walk through the forest all alone then? I might
get defiled," I joke.
I would never do the thousand steps alone. Not as a woman. Not even
with all those people around. There were just too many blinds spots
and thick forest.
"What about one of your friends?"
"I'm pretty sure they're all in a similar state to you. And the only
one's that aren't are those working today."
"Can you skip it?"
"Of course. I'm just trying to give you the guilts. Like a good wife
should."
"I hate you," he grumbles.
"No you don't," I chirp.
"You're right. I don't."
It's not quite what I want him to say. But it's as close as he gets.
It was how I left him. Munching away on his crispy bacon, in his
pyjamas, looking grungily handsome, when I retreated to the bathroom
with my pregnancy tests.
*****
'How will I tell him?' I ask myself, staring in the bathroom mirror.
They were both positive. The two different brands. I could calculate
the odds of that being a mistake given the false positive rate of
both types, but I knew even without the accurate stats it was
minutely low.
I was pregnant!
"How could this happen?" I asked myself. Thankfully rhetorical. I
knew exactly how it could happen.
After we had been together three months Kevin got himself screened,
given his past sins, and everything was clear.
Additionally, possibly because I was an artificially manufactured
woman by Mr Black, my menstrual cycles tended to be textbook perfect.
28 days.
A classic but bearable pre menstrual prodrome. Then bleeding for 4
days, the second day being the heaviest, and with the worst clots and
cramps, before petering out on Day 5.
On day 14 I would usually get an ache in the left or right groin. I
didn't know what it was at first until I realized it was
Mittelschmerz. I could actually tell when and which ovary was
ovulating. 'How bizarre was that?' I had thought to myself. I
honestly hadn't known that was possible.
The bottom line is we were able to stop using condoms, a situation we
both much preferred. Except for a few days mid cycle; just in case;
when I had my ovulation pain.
In spite of me being the poster child for female physiology, in the
back of our minds we still didn't really believe pregnancy was
possible. We had postulated early on we were deemed to be despicable
human beings by Mr Black. That was his whole premise. There was no
way he would let us reproduce.
I had toyed with the idea of going on the pill. Or getting an
Implanon in my upper arm, or even a Mirena up my jexy; on the off
chance we had underestimated Mr Black's intent to immerse us in our
new lives; but it seemed like overkill.
Right at this moment then I realized it wasn't overkill at all. It
was now apparent it had indeed been a disastrous underestimation on
our parts. And we were facing a major unpredicted crisis.
Before I walked back out to tell Kevin I needed to at least have an
inkling of what I wanted. He would need time to process too. But I
had to be at least aware of the worst case scenario and the possible
consequences.
I had long since accepted my lot as Kevin's concubine, hopefully till
death do us part. This was a life I knew I could find contentment in.
Did I risk losing him, and everything, by bringing a baby into the
equation?
Perhaps.
Kevin was sexually abused as a child. This was something that came to
the forefront of relevance right now. He would have a strong
psychological reaction to the baby news, no matter how it was
delivered. His impulsive reaction will later be tempered by logic.
But what would it be, his initial impression?
There was no way to find out except to live it, I figured. So before
I do I need to just focus on my own thoughts and feelings.
I guess there are two options when you boil it down.
Keep it. Or get rid of it.
But in voicing them I knew there was only one for me. I had known
from the moment my urine hit the first stick.
I wanted this baby.
So to extrapolate, Kevin will either want it too. Or he won't.
If we are in agreement, then it's all fine.
But if he's adamant he doesn't want it. What then? What do I choose?
I was so fraught with worry my head hurt. But again, all the
speculating in the world amounted to nothing.
I had to go out there and tell him. From there I would probably
quickly discover which of my hypotheses I would actually be working
with.
And I would then have a clearer understanding of what exactly my
future held.
******
I would just walk out and announce it, I decided.
I would take one of the pregnancy test sticks with me to act as a
visual aid. And perhaps for concrete proof should he require it.
I did manage to remind myself Kevin had been a woman for 30 years.
I'm pretty sure he'd recognize a pregnancy test stick the moment he
saw it. Somewhere along the way I imagined he'd encountered one. If
not personally then perhaps in assisting a friend.
I was mindful he was not feeling the best. Although he had a stomach
full of fried food by now. That would certainly help.
But it didn't feel right to sit on it till he was feeling better.
This was a major moment for both of us. He had to know as soon as
practicable after I did.
I took a few breaths in the bathroom to calm myself, before wandering
back towards the kitchen.
Brandishing the pregnancy test in my hand I turned the corner to find
him standing.
But he was no longer alone.
I froze.
The terror was overwhelming.
I could feel my heart race, my skin flush, and a sweat break out. My
breathing became heavy and labored.
There was a man standing with him. Right beside him in fact. In such
close proximity that there was no escape for Kevin should he choose
to try to. But I imagined that would be futile in any case.
My memories of him had obscured slightly in the last 9 months. But
there was no mistaking him. The tall thin man dressed solely in
black.
The pregnancy test fell unconsciously from my hand with a clatter
onto the floor.
Both men turned towards me.
When Alex Turner met this man he wasn't scared. That was his complete
arrogant folly. I was scared though. Very. More so than I could ever
recall. For myself. But particularly for Kevin.
What did he want? Why was he looking so menacingly at Kevin.
I squeaked with fright. Too petrified to say anything. Before I
finally summoned the will to utter a single terrified word.
"Kevin?" I pleaded desperately.
"I'm sorry Alex." His voice hinted sadness, and his eyes reflected it
too.
Then he faded away to nothingness.
*****
"What did you do to him?" I screamed. I was still scared out of my
wits, but my concern for my now vanished husband far outweighed any
regard for my personal safety.
I even found myself charging towards Mr Black. I was not sure what I
hoped to achieve. Well I hoped to save my husband of course. I just
didn't know how to go about actioning that, and what getting up close
to Mr Black with my angry demeanor would accomplish.
Mr Black raised an open palm towards me, which halted my approach. I
don't think it was so much that he used his powers against me, but
merely the threat of it cooled my jets somewhat.
"Calm down Alexandra," he said with condescension.
I didn't. I remained ropeable and distressed. But I still stood a
short distance from him, uncertain what to do next.
"Where is he?" I demand.
"Please sit." Mr Black indicates the chairs at the kitchen table.
I don't. So he does slowly and purposefully.
"You need to check your temper Alexandra. I won't stand for it."
He scolds me like I'm a schoolgirl. It really does nothing but
inflame me internally.
Again he indicates the empty chair opposite him. And the implication
is that nothing will proceed till I occupy it. So I begrudgingly take
the seat.
He pauses till he's sure I'm settled, still, and fully attentive,
then he speaks.
"She is exactly where she wants to be. Back in her old life."
"What?" I say. Not that I haven't understood. I just don't believe.
Or can't.
"I lifted her curse. It was what she wanted. That was the option she
chose."
The words sink slowly in. Particularly one. She! Kevin was a woman
again?
"But," I begin. Although I have no idea what to follow it with.
"So I'm afraid Alexandra, Kevin Moore is no more." He lets out a tiny
eerie chuckle. "And I think you'll quickly find he never was."
Never was? I don't understand what's happening. I couldn't imagine my
fear could magnify any further. Yet it seems to be.
"Which means of course, Miss Ward, you are no Moore either." He
smiles that sickly smile again.
I feel a tingle on my left hand, and look just in time to see both my
engagement ring and wedding band disintegrate into ether.
I study my outstretched fingers for a moment. Still yet to process
what the vanishing jewellery definitively meant. What did he call me?
Miss Ward. I remembered from seeing our marriage certificate, that
was my maiden name. Alexandra Ward. So I guess if there was no longer
a Kevin....
My head was spinning so fast. I was so confused.
"Anyway, enough about that, let's get back to you." He makes a point
of looking from me to beyond me. Back behind me in fact. Until I too
turn to see where his attention is directed.
He's looking back at where the little plastic tube had ended up when
it fell from my hand to the floor.
"I believe you were just about to announce some happy news," he
mocks.
I'm speechless. I feel I'm in complete and utter horrified shock.
"But before you do that we really should get out of this stranger's
lovely house and back to your accommodation. One that I think you'll
find much more befitting of an unemployed single mother."
Just as had happened in Alex Turner's office 9 months ago, the world
around me turned grey and faded out, and I felt like I was twirling
and floating for a moment before light and shape began to emerge
again.
I have to say though, having the knowledge of what was happening this
time actually made the experience, and the fear, far worse than
actually better.
I was aware I was about to open my eyes on my new; and seemingly far
more desolate; reality.
TBC
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