I've got a plan

“I’ve got a plan, we can make this work.” “What do you mean you have a plan?” He hurriedly begins packing his bags and rushes to the bathroom to grab his shampoo, “I mean, I have a plan and I will tell her, Julie.” “I don’t believe you, you promised you would tell her months ago. What makes this any different than the situation eight months ago Frank? You said you loved me, you said you wanted a family with me, so what has changed since?” He stops packing and looks up for a moment, “You’re about to have our baby, that changes everything.” He finishes packing, says goodbye, and walks out of their apartment, promising to be back next week. 

The drive home from Pittsburgh takes about five hours. He drives home in silence, his mind too busy to bother listening to music. The phone rings, a name flashes, ‘Corrine’. He sighs inwardly and picks up. “Hey honey, where are you? Are you almost home?” “Hey, I’m about 30 minutes out, so I should be home soon.” “Okay, well I made dinner already, the kids just wanted to know how far away you were. Can you pick up some paper plates and cups for my birthday this Saturday?” “Sure. See you soon.” He hangs up as soon as possible without saying goodbye, eager to escape the conversation looming over his head. How am I supposed to tell her? This wasn’t supposed to happen, Julie was supposed to be temporary, none of the others ever got pregnant. I was so careful, always used a condom and I thought she was on birth control. I can’t tell my wife, my life is just the way I want it. It’s the perfect setup: my wife raises my kids, cooks, and cleans my house, then I have Julie, who’s always up for a good fuck and I don’t have to pay for a hotel when I travel for work, and Laura. Laura is young with a phenomenal body, who gives it to me whenever I want. My wife also knows her, well, she doesn’t know her like I do but she knows we “work” together, so I don’t need to drive very far for a good fucking. I have everything I could ever want. This child was not in the plans and, in all honesty, neither is telling my wife I knocked up another woman. 

“Your dad’s home!”. I am greeted at the door by my three kids, my two oldest are girls and my youngest is my son. He is the light of my life and makes everything I do worthwhile. “Hey guys! How was dinner? Did you have a good day at school?” My son answers with an emphatic “yes!”, as my wife approaches from behind him. I greet my wife with a small side hug, awkward pat on the back. Maybe she suspects something? She’s been distant lately and has refused sex the last few times I tried to initiate, I had to go see Laura just to get off. I don’t know, I’m probably being paranoid. After all, she’s pretty oblivious, I definitely didn’t marry her for her brains. “Did you pick up the paper plates and cups?” “Yes, I did. Are you excited for your thirtieth tomorrow?” “I am, is your friend, what’s her name… Laura? Is that her name? Is she going to be coming to the party?” “Yes I think so, she said she could make it” “Great!” If only she knew. It’s actually a bit thrilling to have a woman I’m fucking coming to help celebrate my wife’s birthday, it gives me goosebumps. Maybe I can catch Laura while my wife greets guests and sneak her up to my bedroom and have my way with her. As I fantasize about tomorrow, my wife busies herself with getting the kids ready for bed, and I am immediately thrown back into the reality of my situation with Julie. How do I unwind this web I’ve caught myself in. Well, deny, deny, deny.

“Happy Birthday Corinne!” “Aw, you guys! Frank and I just want to thank you all so much for coming, it means a lot that you could all make it to celebrate my thirtieth birthday today. I can’t believe I’m thirty.” As I watch my wife celebrating with her friends and trying to coral our children, my gaze locks on Laura. She looks hot. We lock eyes, and I silently motion for her to make her way upstairs. She smiles coyly and saunters discreetly upstairs. I wait two minutes, then excuse myself from some of my friends to use the restroom upstairs. I’m excited and it is difficult to keep myself at a normal pace and not run upstairs to her. My last thought before ascending the stairs was a faint hope that I have some condoms left, but honestly, even if I am out, nothing could keep me from fucking her brains out right now.

Ten minutes later I descended the stairs, unfortunately, my wife is right below, having a conversation with my mother. “Hey honey, where have you been?” “Oh I was just using the restroom, shrimp didn’t agree with me”, my wife gives me a sympathetic nod and then her eyes travel downward. “Oh honey, you forgot something”, I look down to see my fly still open. Shit. “Oops, guess I came down a little too fast”, my wife laughs and makes a move to go upstairs. My heart stops. “What are you doing?” I start to panic, “I have to use the restroom”, she laughs, “is that not allowed?” I laugh nervously, “of course you can, I just needed to show you something in the kitchen for a moment”. “Okay, well, I’ll be quick, I’ve had to pee for a while now .” She sweeps by me before I can stop her and comes face to face with Laura. Laura stops dead in her tracks, just finishing closing the last button on her shirt. I pray my wife doesn’t connect anything. “Oh hey Corinne, happy birthday, I was just using the bathroom, the shrimp really didn’t agree with me” my wife glanced back at me. She knows. As she looks back at Laura, she curtly nods and rushes past her. I turn around and go back down the stairs, being sure to keep my distance from Laura. I walk into the kitchen to collect myself and my phone rings. A familiar name flashes ‘Julie’. Motherfucker, I cannot catch a break today. I answer, “not now Julie, I can’t talk right now” I wait expecting to hear her angry voice, “sir, your girlfriend asked me to call, she’s in labor, you need to get here now.” She gives me the hospital name and address and I hang up the phone. I walk robotically to the living room. Among our friends and family, I see Laura standing across the room smiling slyly, then I see my wife descend the stairs. I catch her eye, her face is blank and neutral but I know she is angry, thankfully, she would never make a scene in front of our friends and family. As I look back and forth between my wife and Laura, the looming fact that Julie is having my child right now takes my breath away. Well, happy birthday indeed.