Angie turned sideways and looked at her reflection. She was enormous. She never went anywhere, because she felt so self-conscious. Fortunately, Mrs. Hanson didn’t seem to hate her so much anymore. They had even had a couple of conversations. Mr. Hanson still made Angie uncomfortable. Though he was polite now, he wasn’t near friendly. Angie didn’t think he would ever be. The boys had pretty much slipped from the public eye, and though she kept it to herself, Angie was extremely glad. She had missed Taylor when he was gone.
“We’re going to be gone for about four days,” Mr. Hanson said, trying to avoid looking at Angie. He didn’t want to leave her and Taylor unsupervised.
“Daddy, why can’t we go?” Avery, one of the smaller Hansons, whined.
“Ave, it’s a second honeymoon, no children allowed,” Isaac laughed.
“But what will you do on the honeymoon without us?” She persisted. There was a chuckle around the room.
“I’m sure we’ll manage somehow,” Her father said. Avery continued to pout but left the subject alone. Angie could tell that the Hanson’s wanted to tell her and Taylor to behave, but they didn’t. Two days later, they were gone off on the “second honeymoon”. Isaac left directly after, saying he was going to spend the weekend at a friend’s house. Everyone seemed to just go about their business, not paying attention to anyone around them.
“Hey, Angie, I feel older now. Seventeen seems older than sixteen,” Taylor said, walking into Angie’s room. She looked up from her spot on the bed.
“It is older Taylor, not that much, but it’s older,” She said, laughing. Taylor grinned at her, and sat down on the bed.
“This is the first time we’ve been completely alone in a really long time,” He said quietly. Angie looked at her hands. She could feel little knots forming in her stomach. She was beginning to taste him on her tongue.
“Yeah, it is.”
“I love you.”
“That’s what I’ve heard.”
“You look really beautiful.” Angie had to laugh at this one.
“I’m fat, Taylor, and I’m still going to get fatter.”
“You’re not fat, you’re pregnant.”
“Same thing.”
“Not quite.”
“Whatever.”
“I want to see your stomach.” Angie raised her eyebrows and looked at Taylor.
“You’re insane, it’s disgusting.” Taylor straddled Angie’s legs and placed his hands on her stomach.
“Please?” He said, giving her the pouty look.
“Taylor…” Taylor took the edge of Angie’s shirt and began to lift it upwards. Angie didn’t move. She let him slide it over her head. The heat rushed to her face. She hated the way she looked.
“You look beautiful to me,” Taylor said, leaning up to kiss her. Angie enjoyed his soft lips on hers.
“Have you had your eyes checked lately?” She said, when he pulled back. He laughed.
“My eyes are just fine, thank you.” Taylor ran his fingers lightly over Angie’s stomach. She was about six months pregnant, and was quite round. Angie looked at the door, nervously.
“What if they come back, and come in here?” She asked. Taylor looked up at her.
“Who? The younger kids? They won’t be back until about dinnertime, that’s what Zac said. And Isaac is too busy with his friend to worry about coming home.” Angie wasn’t convinced. “But, there is still a chance.”
“Angie, I want us to enjoy this time we have. Just relax.” Taylor continued to run his fingers over Angie’s stomach and still covered breasts. She was quickly becoming turned on. She wanted to make love so badly, but that longing was the same one who landed her here, so she desperately wanted to ignore it. Taylor’s fingers crept to Angie’s back and started to fiddle with the closure on her bra. She took a deep breath. She was getting chills through her body. Taylor grinned as he threw the bra on the floor.
“Taylor, this is exactly what got you in trouble last time,” Angie whispered, not really wanting him to stop.
“It’s not like you can get pregnant again,” Taylor said.
“Taylor! You’re not thinking that we’re having sex are you?”
“That’s what you were thinking.”
“I’m pregnant.”
“My mom’s been pregnant a lot, do you think that stopped them?”
“Taylor!”
“Well, it’s true.”
“I don’t see how that would be very comfortable.”
“We can experiment.”
“Taylor!”
“Are you afraid I’m going to forget my name?” Taylor said, laughing. He was now rubbing Angie’s nipples in between his fingers. She wanted him so badly, but she didn’t know if she could. Her mind was screaming at her to stop. But Taylor’s reasoning replayed, making a fierce argument. A moan escaped Angie’s lips. Tears came to her eyes. She dreamed about him, about touching him, almost every night. And now she was getting what she wanted, and she didn’t know what to do.
“Do you want me to stop?” Taylor said, sitting back. The tears were rolling down Angie’s face, and she shook her head.
“Are you sure?” He persisted. She nodded this time. She didn’t want him to stop. She wanted him so badly she was shaking. Taylor got on his knees and leaned over Angie, who was half-sitting, half-lying on a large stack of pillows. He kissed her, playing with her tongue and began to kiss down her neck to her chest. Angie pulled Taylor’s shirt off and ran her hands over his chest. She closed her eyes and felt him kissing her breasts and belly. He began to pull at the waistband of her pants and she let him pull them off. His pants and their underwear followed shortly. Taylor moved slowly, touching Angie everywhere gently. Her heart felt as though it would pound out of her chest. She was tingling. Eventually, they made love, and Angie cried the whole time.
Angie woke up with Taylor’s arms around her. She looked around, alarmed. It was about five-thirty in the evening. The kids would be home soon, if they weren’t already.
“Taylor, wake up!” Angie said, turning over. Taylor mumbled something. Angie shook him, trying again. He opened his eyes and looked at her.
“What time is it?” He asked.
“It’s five-thirty!”
“Shit.” Taylor sat up and crawled over Angie. He grabbed his clothes and quickly put them on. Angie sat up and wrapped a sheet around her. The sound of the door opening and shutting downstairs was heard.
“Damn, that was close,” Angie muttered. Taylor handed Angie her clothes and kissed her on the cheek. He left her room, shutting the door behind him. Angie drug her sheet with her into the bathroom. She turned on the shower as hot as she could stand it, and got in. She closed her eyes and leaned against the tiles. She felt it was all over so quickly. She wanted to stay with Taylor forever. As her due date drew closer, the more worried she became. Would they really take her baby? Would she have to leave behind the only person who had ever truly loved her?