Chapter 10

Lynn hurried back to her hotel. She and Peter had made love for over two hours. He had suggested she simply leave with him then and there, but Lynn had insisted she owed Denise more than to simply sneak away. She told Peter she would find the appropriate time to break the news and then she would go with him anywhere he wanted. He reluctantly agreed and they parted, but not before they again drove each other to another in a series of breathtaking orgasms, Lynn's labial lips sucking every drop of his hot seed deep into her womb.

Lynn found the room still empty and began to wonder if Denise had really been angry enough to leave her. But minutes later the blonde appeared with a bouquet of flowers in hand for her wife.

"I don't want you to think for a minute that I don't want this baby as much as you do."

Lynn looked at her husband with renewed admiration.

"I have a suggestion," said Denise, "We have another three weeks left of our honeymoon..."

"It has been wonderful, Denise!" replied Lynn.

"It's been wonderful for us both. But what I am suggesting is that we both have a physical when we get back."

"All right, if you think it will help," responded Lynn.

"And in the meantime..."

There was a twinkle in Denise's eye as she pointed toward the bed.

Lynn smiled, but her feelings were very torn at this moment. Nevertheless, she lost her clothes within seconds and her reservations soon after. No one, she decided later, after another marathon of lovemaking, could excite and satisfy her like Denise... except Peter.

They had no more than returned to the island when Lynn called and made appointments for them both for a few days later. When they arrived at the clinic, Denise was met by a young male doctor who led her into a separate examining room. Lynn was led into different room where she was examined by a woman doctor who decided to run a second test, then excused herself to get the results while Lynn wanted. She reappeared with a broad smile on her face.

Mrs. Fleming, I have doubly good news for you. You are not only fertile, you are pregnant!"

"Are you sure?" gasped Lynn.

"Absolutely, about four weeks by my reckoning."

Lynn did a little mental arithmetic. It was Peter's.

"Uh I'd like this kept private," she said.

"Want some time to break the news? Of course, all medical records are confidential."

Lynn was both joyful and frightened as she waited for Denise in the waiting room. She now had the baby she wanted, Peter's baby. Deep within she wished it was Denise's. Peter could excite her like no one else and his lovemaking was without comparison, but she knew he was giving her this baby to keep her with him. He might grow to love it eventually, but it was Denise who would truly share in parenting, who wanted the child as much as she did, who would revel in the birth and life of their child. And it was Denise who loved her, not just for her body and the pleasure it could bring, as did Peter, but who valued and respected her, even if she could be frightening when she felt betrayed. She wished she could have the best from both.

Then it struck her, she could! Lynn decided she would tell Denise the baby was hers. She would have the baby and she and Denise would raise "their" baby and continue to share their lives and happiness. She would, of course, have to find a way to tell Peter that, once again, she had chosen Denise, but somehow she would find a way. Lynn smiled as the world had suddenly become wonderful again. She waited for Denise with hope in her heart for the first time in months.

Denise emerged and they hugged.

"Let's go home." uttered Denise, obviously demoralized.

The ride home was silent for the first mile.

"I have some good news," offered Lynn.

"Well I don't," countered Denise tearfully. "They ran the tests twice, just to be sure. I'm... I'm sterile Lynn. I'll never be able to give you a child."

Lynn's world came crashing around her shoulders. Just moments ago she was close to revealing her pregnancy, claiming the baby as Denise"s. Now that was impossible. Lynn's mind whirled but she couldn't get past the utter dejection which Denise was feeling at this moment. She tried to console her husband without much effect as she tried to imagine what she would do next.

That night it was Lynn who held Denise in her arms as the blonde cried on her shoulder. And for the first time since they were married, they did not make love.

Over the next few days Lynn tried consoling Denise who was taking the news much harder than Lynn had imagined she would. Lynn, secretly thrilled to be pregnant, continued to act as crestfallen as her husband. Lynn did feel compassion for Denise and especially in view of how much Denise obviously wanted the child, but Lynn now felt boxed in, her options limited.

The next evening, while Denise was walking on the beach alone, Lynn received a phone call from Peter urging her to leave with him immediately. She promised him she would tell Denise soon. Lynn, at last, out of options, decided that she must keep her original commitment to Peter. She now carried his child and Denise would be furious to learn she had been to bed with Peter behind her back and would, Lynn knew, never accept the child knowing it was Peter"s. So as painful as it would be, Lynn decided she would tell Denise and leave with Peter as soon as Denise had come to grips with her disappointment.

The next day Denise surprisingly seemed much better, but before Lynn could ask to talk with her, Denise mysteriously mentioned a secret mission and took the boat to the main island. Lynn rehearsed all day how and what she would tell Denise. Yet when she ran them through in her mind, they all seemed callous and cold. She wanted more than anything not to hurt Denise, but no matter how she said it, there was no way she could avoid breaking the woman's heart.

A little after dark Denise returned, smiling and extraordinarily happy.

"I have a surprise for you," smiled her husband.

Lynn could take no more. She was stressed to the limit from bearing the secret of her pregnancy and now she was faced with hurting the one person she truly loved. Her emotions frayed, Lynn burst out with "Please, no more surprises. I can't take it any more!"

"What do you mean?"

"I..."

Lynn was interrupted by the phone. Denise's face turned to stone when she heard the voice on the other end.

"Excuse me Lynn, this is important."

Puzzled, Lynn went into the other room.

"Hello Peter.You want what? I really don't think... Oh, very well. All right, come on up to the house. What? Alone? All right, give me a few minutes. "

Denise set down the phone.

"I'm sorry darling," she said sticking her head through the doorway, "that was your... um... surprise," she lied. But I need to get you away from the house for awhile."

"Denise I don't feel like a surprise right now, I have something to tell you."

"Well, at least let me get your surprise taken care of. We can talk in the morning. OK?"

"All right," sighed Lynn. "I'll take a walk out to the cove."

"Perfect... and Lynn?"

The beautiful brown eyed woman turned back.

"You're going to like this surprise, I just know it."

"Denise, I don't want... oh forget it," Lynn said turning and walking out of the house.

"Now, what the hell do you want?" asked Denise after she had led Peter into the living room.

"Nice to see you too," he replied.

"I assume you haven't come to pass the time of day. What is it you want and why did you insist that Lynn not be here?"

"Because I have something to tell you. Lynn has been trying to tell you for some time now. She is leaving you Denise. She's coming away with me."

"You're joking."

"Would I come all the way out here for a joke?"

"Why hasn't she told me, if this is true?"

"Because, knowing Lynn, she can't stand the thoughts of hurting your feelings. She's weak, Denise. You know that. If she were here right now, she'd be frozen in fear and probably unable to say anything. Frankly, I'm tired of waiting for her to approach you."

"And just when did she agree to this?"

"About four months ago, in Rio."

"In Rio? How... ?"

"She met me in my hotel room one afternoon."

"And you fucked her?"

"For over two hours. You were away on a shopping expedition at the time. She agreed then to come with me. She just wanted some time to be able to break it to you. "

"So you've decided to do it for her."

"Exactly. I'll be by in the morning with my boat. I want her ready."

"Oh you want her ready do you? With her clothes off and her legs spread, I assume?"

Denise's anger was building rapidly. Peter's smile did not help.

"I don't care whether she has any clothes on or not. She won't have them on ten seconds after she boards."

"And just what makes you think she will leave with you?"

He smiled as his hand came up to cradle his crotch.

"You're not the only one who can give her pleasure," sneered Denise.

"But the difference is I don't shoot blanks."

"What do you... ?"

"She told me she wants a baby and it's obvious you can't give her one. I'll knock her up to keep her happy. She won't have to miss anything. I'll got some friends who get off on fucking pregnant women. If I tell her to, she'll probably be getting fucked in the ass at the moment she's delivering."

"You pig!"

"Maybe so, but this pig is gonna have that Black bitch as his private whore."

"Never!" shouted Denise, the rage evident in her eyes.

"Think you can stop me?" he spat.

"As a matter of fact... yes!" she said coldly as her hand withdrew a small caliber pistol from the drawer.

Peter's eyes went wide, his hands came up in an automatic gesture of defense, there was a "phutt", "phutt" from the silencer and he crumpled onto the floor.

Denise checked his body for signs of life. There were none.

"Elena," she called on the intercom, "Tell Captain Alfredo I will be taking the boat out tonight... alone."

In the early morning Denise quietly crawled in bed with Lynn, pulling the Black woman, who was lying on her side facing the other direction, against her.

"Sorry I'm so late. Your... surprise was not what I expected and I had to return it."

"I told you I didn't want any more surprises," Lynn's voice came sadly.

"Tomorrow, you'll feel differently, I promise."

"Denise, I..."

"Shhhhhh, we'll talk tomorrow," said Denise her erection rubbing against Lynn's rear.