Chapter 3

“This is your son,” she said. “They need a name for the birth certificate.”

“Vernon was my dad’s name,” I said. “He died in ninety-four when I was five.”

“No,” she said, softly. “They need your name. All I know you by is Jerome.” A nurse holding a clipboard coughed and Megan looked at her. “It’s complicated, okay? And it’s really none of your business who I have a baby with.”

“You’re right,” said the nurse. “I’m sorry.”

“Jerome Fitz,” I said. I spelled it. She wanted some other information and I gave it to her. Then she left.

“So, what did you name him?” I asked.

“Meet Jerome Robert Charles Fitz,” she said. “He has two godfathers.”

I laughed.

“We’ll call this one Junior,” she said.

“I’m honored more than you’ll ever know,” I replied.

“We can name the next one Vernon,” she said, cuddling my nursing son.

Bob was not happy and it wasn’t because he lost the baby lottery. He was unhappy because I won it.

“Her white uncle can’t get her pregnant with a black baby,” he groaned. “Fuck! All that time and money, down the drain.”

“Maybe not,” said Chuck. Bob looked at him. “All it means is the plot changes a little.”

“Pray tell me of this little plot change,” said Bob, sarcastically.

“Okay, it’s a straightforward incest story and there’s plenty of incest in it. We shoot some scenes where they almost get caught and talk about how he’ll go to prison for incest if anybody finds out the baby is his. Then she has the baby and it’s black. Enter Uncle Bob’s best friend, who happens to be black, and suddenly good old Uncle Bob is off the hook, legally. He’s pissed at his best friend for poaching his niece, but it actually turns out better for everyone. She couldn’t have married her uncle but she can marry the black best friend. Plus, now you have an interracial movie which will appeal to a whole new group of people.”

Bob thought about it. He paced. He sat down and started scribbling on a legal pad. Finally, he looked up.

“Okay. We’ll have to add some scenes with the best friend hanging around. We can do some of those old style voyeur shots with the friend – what are we gonna call him?”

“Jerome,” I said.

“You won the lotto and you still want credit in the movie?” Bob arched his eyebrow. “Okay, fine. Where was I? Oh yeah, we get some shots of Jerome hanging around and spying on them while they fuck. We’ve got tons of film of them fucking that we haven’t used. Then we’ll have to have Megan hug him a few times when he comes over and maybe a few shots of them doing things together. Not too much. Just little stuff, like washing the dishes together or doing a jigsaw puzzle together. Just enough to hint that she likes him and he likes her.”

“Uncle Bob could go on a business trip for a couple of weeks,” said Chuck. “It’s just mentioned in a scene and she’ll say how much she’s going to miss him. Scene change to when he gets back and resumes trying to get his niece preggers. When we see the baby it comes out that while he was on that business trip she got horny and all Jerome meant to do was hold her and cuddle a little and things got out of control etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.”

“That could work,” said Bob. “I’ll have to write it all out, and make it gel, but it could work.”

“Then she marries Jerome, here, and everybody lives happily ever after,” said Chuck. “Of course the uncle gets to keep fucking her. We could have a shot of Jerome holding his son, watching while Uncle Bob gives her a string of orgasms.”

“It will work!” yelled Bob. “We can shoot the new scenes as soon as she gets out of the hospital.”

“Not nude, you can’t,” I said. “She doesn’t have a flat belly anymore. It got all stretched out and then deflated and it’s kind of baggy right now.”

“For the stuff we need she can have her clothes on. There won’t be any scenes of her fucking Jerome. That would give the big surprise away. When do you think she could come back to work?”

“Usually maternity leave is six weeks, I think,” I said. “She needs time to get to know her baby and breast feed it and all that.”

“We can film some of that!” said Bob. “I’d love to get a scene where little black cheeks are sucking milk from her nipples. Fuck, I’d like to suck some milk from her nipples, myself, for that matter.”

“Wouldn’t we all,” said Chuck.

I didn’t tell them I’d already gotten a tiny little taste from one of her nipples. She was home and I had spent every night there since she got there. She was tired, so I helped as much as I could.

“I’ll talk to her,” I said.

“Why you?” asked Bob.

“Duh,” I said. “She had my baby? I go to see her sometimes.”

“Oh, yeah,” said Bob.

“You guys haven’t asked what she named him,” I pointed out.

“It’s a boy?” asked Bob. “How about that? Now she has two black cocks in her life.” He grinned at me.

“Yes. She named him Jerome Robert Charles,” I said. “And the last name of Fitz, of course. She wants you guys to be his godfathers.”

“Well fuck me to tears,” said Bob.

“I’m kind of choking up, a little,” said Chuck.

I couldn’t tell if he was choking, or not.

They actually wanted to go see her, but Chuck had a shift coming up at the firehouse and Bob had a meeting with some kind of distributor for the videos he made. I had seen her that morning but I always wanted to see Megan, so I went over to her place and told her about our brilliant ideas to save the film. I described how the plot would change and additional scenes be shot. She listened calmly while Jerome Junior sucked some more milk. He got hungry every two hours or so. I looked a little hungrily at the other nipple, but it belonged to my son, now, so I left it alone.

“I could do all that,” she said, finally. “I have a different idea, though.”

“What is it?”

“Bring your camera, Bob, and Chuck over here tomorrow about one in the afternoon. Call me when you leave the studio.”

“I don’t understand,” I said.

She stood up and leaned forward to kiss me on the lips. The baby was between us and gurgled.

“I love you,” she said, “but let me do the thinking, at least on this, okay?”

I stood there, docile as could be. I was kind of paralyzed.

It was the first time she’d said she loved me.

I don’t remember anything after that until we had lunch. All I could do was sit and stare and think about the fact that Megan loved me.

“I told you she wouldn’t tell me what was going on,” I groaned. “I am not part of this surprise!”

“Why call us to her apartment? Why all three of us? Why at one PM?”

“I don’t know any of those answers, either,” I said. “Just wait five minutes and knock on the door and all will be revealed, okay?”

He fidgeted for five minutes. We had driven my car because she had gotten me a parking sticker so my car wouldn’t get towed.

We got to the door and rang the bell. A strange woman opened the door.

“Hi! I’m Sherry! You guys must be the film crew. This is so exciting!” she squealed. “Come with me.”

We headed to what I knew was the living room, where there was really good light. I usually thought about things in view of what kind of light there was. It’s the videographer’s curse.

When we walked in all three of us stopped, stunned.

Megan was sitting comfortably in a chair with a baby sucking from one breast.

A white baby.

“Meet your baby, Uncle Bob,” she said. She smiled. “No plot change necessary.”

The baby belonged to Sherry, the woman who had answered the door. She and Megan delivered on the same day and got to be friends before they left the hospital. It was the first child for both of them so they had kept in touch. Megan had asked if Sherry would loan her a white baby so the film could be finished. Sherry was all agog that Megan was in the movies. She was even more excited when Megan confessed these were “Blue movies.”

“I always wanted to do a porn video,” Sherry giggled, “But I don’t have the body for it. I had a boyfriend who wanted to film us getting it on, but that shit can end up on the internet and it never goes away. It would not do for my hubby to find a video somewhere of one of my exes boffing me, you know?”

So we had a newborn white baby to do the “baby shots” with. The original plot had Uncle Bob and his niece move to a different state, where people just thought they were married. Their last names were the same, her social security card had his last name. The baby’s birth certificate said “Father unknown” but had her last name on it. The end of the movie was supposed to be Megan nursing the incest baby, while Uncle Bob said he couldn’t wait to knock her up again.

I think Bob was a little bit bummed because he had spent all night working on the plot changes to explain a little black baby in an incest story involving white people. But borrowing the white baby made things go quicker and easier. Later he came up with a whole video plot that was based on a switcheroo like that, where everybody would think that guy A was the baby’s father and it turned out to be guy B – with no DNA test needed! Megan thought he was being ridiculous, but she let me film her nursing Jerome and changing his diaper and so on. That footage could be used if she ever agreed to make Bob’s new switcheroo movie.

So we finished the original movie. Bob was pretty convinced that nobody would buy it. It wasn’t special or anything, in terms of plot. I’m good at my job, but lots of guys in the industry are good, too, so the quality of the technical aspects weren’t anything to crow about, either. But what Bob didn’t think about was how well all of her other stuff had sold, or that she had developed both a reputation and a fan base. Her fans loved her movies for the sex, true, but what made them seek out her films was her. She had this ... thing ... that made you wish more than anything else that you were the guy in the film who got to put his dick in her. And we didn’t think about Asia.

He was still doing the final editing when he started promoting it, with some footage of her naked with her swollen belly. He had to stop editing because his server crashed. When he got it up it crashed again. Preorders were coming in too fast for the software to cope with. He had to actually temporarily rent some additional server space and band width and when things finally slowed down, he had over two million preorders.