Chapter 4: Reflection

A few days later I’d had the strangest conversation with Claire about Trent’s super sperm and the possibility of Cliff having the same problem. We’d talked about Cliff’s brothers and sisters, all their different moms. Claire didn’t seem concerned but was quite clear that she didn’t want a baby any time soon. It was a relief, and about all a mom would want at this stage.

I’d also elected not to tell Chris about any of this as it would likely only fuel his crazy fantasies. Also, I had to admit that it had had an effect on me also. I’d even looked back at some of our digital photos of me when I was pregnant with Claire. Christ I was huge. Though my glow leapt from the page. I certainly didn’t want another baby at this time of my life, not from Chris, Trent or anyone. And I mean, a black or mixed-race baby, god no. That would complicate my life to a whole other level that I didn’t need.

I caught myself in the mirror the other day after a shower before work. I had an amazing body, apart from these huge boobs. If I wasn’t worried about the complications, I’d have investigated having them shrunk down years ago. They just didn’t fit my frame anymore and were certainly not perky by any means. I was lucky that Chris, the only person that got to see them, loved them to bits. The size, the weight, the shape, the hang, all of it. Yup he was weird on so many levels.