Chapter 6

The bright morning sun woke Amy early in the day. Unfortunately for her, she awoke confused. She felt relaxed and refreshed, feeling like she had the best night’s sleep in a long time. What caused the confusion was that she was also having stomach pains. It took her a minute to realize that these pains were very familiar to her. “Yes!” she yelled out loud to the empty room. “Thank fucking god!”

She knew that today would get worse as the day progressed so she intended to pamper herself. She gathered her favourite snacks, a good book, and a comfy blanket and settled in on the couch for a day of doing absolutely nothing. Sure enough, her period arrived with a vengeance later that day. Still, Amy happily welcomed the cramps and pain, literally promising her body out loud to never complain about its monthly rituals ever again.

One thing that Amy learned very early in her life was that orgasms helped calm her cramps. Each night before bed she would either soak in the tub, or have a long shower, and bring her body relief. While the fantasies that played out in her mind during these pre-bed activities varied, one thing that was fairly constant was that it was Josh she was thinking about. Knowing that she wasn’t carrying her own grandchild had virtually eliminated any guilt that she had felt after discovering Josh was her son.

Now, all she thought about was his body, his touch, the way he made her feel that night. With the possibility of pregnancy no longer an issue and the nightly orgasm, sleep now came easily for Amy. Her dreams were uneventful and inconsequential until what would be the final night of her period.

This dream was not like the others. There was no orgasm, real or imagined. There was no waking with her fingers buried in her wet pussy. There was no feeling of satisfaction. Or affection. No, this dream of Josh was very different.

In it, she ran into him on the street. Literally bumping into him as she was looking down at her phone. Seeing who she ran into, she burst into a big smile, “Josh! Hi! I’m so sorry I bumped into you. I wasn’t watching where I was going. Hey! Good news by...”

He cut her off, scolding her in an annoyed tone, “Do I know you? How do you know my name? How about you just watch where you’re walking next time?”

“What? What do you mean ‘Do I Know You?’? That’s not funny!” she replied.

Still looking annoyed, he replied, “Look Lady, I have no idea who you are. And honestly, it’s really fucking creepy that you seem to know me. Are you following me or something? Stalking me? I’m leaving now. Do not follow me.”

With that, he carried on his way, not looking back and leaving behind a confused and shocked Amy.

This time Amy awoke in a sweat. The nightmare vivid in her mind. She then realized that her anger and hurt at Dream Josh’s response to her had carried over to her conscious self. She felt the anger roiling under her skin. Then it dawned on her. It had been over two weeks since that night and he hadn’t called her or texted her once. Not to see how she was doing. Not to see if she was pregnant. Nothing.

She grabbed her phone and dug out the piece of paper he had written his number on. She typed quickly and angrily:

Josh. How dare you blow me off like this! Yes, I know things didn’t exactly go smoothly that night and we both had a lot to think about. But it’s been over two weeks. I figured you would have at least been bothered to find out if you were going to be a father or not. Or maybe you just don’t care and just planned on disappearing again. For what it’s worth, you didn’t knock me up. Thank fucking god at that. Have a nice life asshole.