I took them within my fingers and compared them side by side. The projected conception dates were similar and the dates and times for the ultrasound were only a couple of hours apart. And still, there were three little sacs with dots in them. All dancing around on the ultrasounds.
Delilah was pregnant with triplets.
Wait. Did she just call me ‘Mr. Walker’?
“I know we were only together one time, and if you want a DNA test I don’t blame you. I’m ready to give you one, whatever you need. I just…you needed to know,” Delilah said.
“Did you just call me ‘Mr. Walker’?” I asked.
Her eyes rose to mine, confusion blanketing them as the room came back into focus. I dropped the ultrasound pictures back onto the table and hooked my eyes with Delilah. She was leaning back in her chair. Trying to put distance between the two of us as my cum dried on the inside of her thigh.
As her body nourished my children.
“I did,” Delilah said. “I just…think we should keep this platonic.”
“Platonic,” I said. “After what we just did.”
“Well, th
at would mean episodes like the bathroom one would no longer take place,” she said.
“But you enjoyed it. I know you did. You enjoyed it the first time, too. Why did you leave? Why are you leaving now?”
I felt everything spiraling out of control as Delilah stumbled over her words. She was trying to answer me while gathering her own thoughts. Her nose was still crinkled and her hand was trembling around her water glass. Her eyes were darting everywhere. Her beautiful color-changing eyes with her sparkling black eyeliner.
“Delilah, did you know about this when we were emailing?” I asked.
Her eyes rose up to mine as tears threatened to spill down her cheeks.
“Um…no…not over the retreat, no. But, that was when I started getting sick. I thought it was just a stomach bug, nothing that some sleep and rest wouldn’t cure,” she said.
“Did you know when we were emailing at the office?” I asked.
A tear fell upon her cheek as her eyes bowed to her lap.
“Um, well. The day I returned, after it was done…I left early. The nausea got bad. Made me lightheaded. I booked an appointment with the doctor to get some medicine and that’s...that’s when I found out,” she said.
“And you didn’t tell me then?” I asked.
“I’m sorry,” she said breathlessly.
“Delilah, look at me.”
She shook her head, her entire body trembling in her seat.
“Please,” I said desperately. “Look at me.”
It killed me to watch her cry at this table.
“Is everything all right?”
I looked up and saw our waiter eyeing Delilah carefully.
“I’ll need this wine off the table, please. Can you replace it with something refreshing? Some fruit-infused water or some freshly-squeezed juice?”
I saw the waiter’s eyes dip to the ultrasound pictures on the table before they panned back around to mine.
“Right away, sir. Anything you need,” he said.