Ch 10 Sam gets floored
All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older unless otherwise denoted. All characters are fictitious and this is a fictitious story, and he resemblance to any characters, living or dead, in this story is purely coincidental. I appreciate the comments and want to apologize for the last chapter. I was getting a lot of calls for the next chapter and I should've valued proofreading above speed. I'll try to do better in the future.
This is a continuous story and you should read the first nine chapters so you understand the dynamics of the story. With that being said, enjoy.
Barb and I's relationship took a decided turn for the worse about two weeks after Labor Day weekend. Roxy had moved out and Lisa in and things were noticeably tense. I spent the weekends at Barb's and Lisa couldn't go without making snide comments. Barb tried to nip it in the bud pretty quickly.
"Lisa, I warned you about your smart mouth. If you want to continue to stay here, you'll keep it shut and think before you do speak."
"Easy sis, I'm only joking."
"Well obviously, Sam and I do not appreciate your brand of humor. It was bad enough with Roxy, but I won't take any of that shit from you."
"Okay, okay I'll be quiet."
Barb was helping me with my writing assignments and it was helping me to get good grades. Lisa was in my class, but usually didn't interact with me during that time. She was a journalism major and very good at writing. She started late in the class, so had to write several papers to get caught up, which she did rather easily. She was extremely talented, a fact not unnoticed by the instructor, who continually would publicly laud her work.
I would try to be friendly to her during class and she just ignored me. I guess when you piss off the Frankel clan, you piss them all off, except for Barb that is. Anyway, the second weekend is when things started to deteriorate. I slept all night with Barb on Friday night, waking up Saturday morning, with her in my arms. All of a sudden, she ran for the bathroom. Thinking something was wrong; I followed her and knocked on the door. Through the door, I heard her vomiting. I asked her if she was okay and she is said," I'll be okay Sam, just let me brush my teeth."
I went back to bed and lay down, somewhat worried about her.
She came back in and saw the worried look on my face and she passed it off saying," I must've picked up a G.I. bug or something, better steer clear of me today, sweetie, I don't want to give you anything.
"I'm not worried about it, honey, I slept in your arms all night, if I'm going to get it, I probably already have."
We went about our business that day and she helped me with some of my writing. I reciprocated by helping her grade some of her students' tests. We went out to a movie and came back to an empty house, Lisa being at some kind of party. I started to get worried, when the next morning, there was a repeat of the previous morning's incident. She just passed it off again, saying she would have to watch what she was eating. That week when I came to visit her she was uneasy most of the evenings I was there. Finally, the following weekend she broke some interesting news to me.
"Sam, I think I may be pregnant."
"Are you sure honey? I thought you were on the pill."
"I am on the pill, but just because you're on birth control doesn't make it infallible."
I looked at her with a smile on my face, obviously showing from ear to ear."That's great, honey. Imagine you and I making a baby."
"Typical man, you don't understand what this means. This is just the wrong time for this kind of thing to happen. I'm not going to have a baby at this time in my life."
"But Barb, you will be a great mother and I've always wanted children."
"Sam you're just starting college and I'm in a new job, it's just the wrong time."
"None of that matters to me, Barb, we can make it because we love each other."
"I won't discuss this with you now Sam, I tell you it's the wrong time, and I'll have to do something about it."
"Just think about it honey, don't do anything until you discuss it with me, please."
"I'm telling you, it's my decision and my decision alone."
"Please keep me involved, honey," my plea seemingly going unheeded as she turned and walked away.
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Things were really tense after that night, which seeped into our love life. Barb told me during the week, when I saw her, that she was okay, but she was changing birth control prescriptions and she'd need time without sex. I told her I would be glad to wear condoms, but she told me no. She said she wasn't gonna take a chance anymore, that that was just too much of a concern. I missed our intimacy, but still wanted to cuddle with her when I got the chance. She even put me off there, saying that she didn't trust herself to be able to keep herself under control.
This bothered me, because she didn't seem to trust me enough to keep things tame. However, I had a plan that was coming to fruition rather quickly. I went into a downtown jewelry store and bought an engagement ring. I called and asked my father for a favor from his restaurant. I asked him if I could possibly get a reservation for Saturday at 7 PM. Now mind you, his restaurant was usually booked 4 weeks in advance and you could rarely get a last-minute reservation. However, I knew that he often held tables open at times for VIPs. He said he could set me up, so I readied my ambush for Barb. I told her to dress to the nines for Saturday evening, that I was taking her out.
As I picked Barb up and took her to the restaurant, I noticed a rather different look of apprehension on her face as we pulled up in front of Ambrosia. As we went in and were seated, I noticed everyone stealing glances at her in her beautiful black dress. Surely, this must be what it felt like to have a trophy wife or girlfriend. I was the envy of every man in the place. Eduardo, dad's best waiter took care of us, probably on orders from the old man. Even Barb hadn't been pampered like this and I was surely not used to it. I had eaten food from the restaurant that dad brought home before, but as I ordered for both of us, I was anticipating a real treat, not having it warmed up in the microwave.