The Test

The rain splattered on the window of my bathroom, sending a shiver down my spine. The rain had become associated with the biggest mistake I had ever made, and yet the guilt I should have felt wasn’t there. It should have been, if my husband had done what I did, a divorce would be inevitable.

Yet as I placed the pregnancy test on the counter, I prayed that it would show me the result I wanted. What did I want? I don’t know; a positive would end my marriage but give me a child. On the other hand a negative would keep my marriage in tact but I would never have a kid. I pushed back my hair and let a single tear fall down my face.

I closed my eyes and let my mind wander back to that night. Dom had gone out of town again, but not before letting me know that he thought that I was packing on the pounds. After he left I went to grab a bag of cookies but realized that he had finished them off, without another thought I grabbed my car keys and headed to the grocery story. It was dark as night at 4 in the afternoon, I parked the car and jogged into the store.

Thunder boomed as I walked out of the store, and the rain came down in buckets. I clutched my bags close to me; I had bought the cookies and a pint of rocky road ice cream. If Dom thought I was getting fat, I was bound and determined to make him right. I tossed the bags onto the passenger seat and fired up the engine. There was a Hope Floats marathon on TV that would go very nicely with my treats.

Visibility was low, so I drove slowly. I stopped at a red light, and my life would forever be changed by what happened next. A figure appeared in front of my car, he was hunched under his coat. I rolled down my window without thinking and asked “Do you want a ride?”

The figure dropped his coat and looked at me; it was a man, an attractive man. He nodded and jogged to the passenger side. He yanked the door open and jumped in as the light turned green. “What’s a pretty lady like you doing picking up strange men like me?”

“Where to?” I asked ignoring my inner teen girl. His blond hair was plastered to his head, his teeth were bright white against the darkness. His wet T-shirt hugged his body it was taut, a six pack was visible.

“The No-Tell Motel at the edge of town.” Nothing else was said on the way to the motel. I stole glances of him every chance I got, and each time he got hotter. When I pulled into the driveway he smiled at me. “Come in for a cup of coffee. I’d offer money but all I have is coffee.”

We entered his hotel room, and before I knew what was happening, his lips were on mine. His hands traveled up my shirt and chills went down my spine. I tried to protest but it got lost somewhere near my loins.
Soon our clothes were mixed together in a pile by the bed, and he was thrusting himself into me. It was as if we were two puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly. His manhood was twice the size of Dom’s and he knew how to treat a woman. His mouth surrounded my nipples, his teasing them.

His smooth body felt comforting against mine, unlike Dom’s hairy body which always gave me rug burn. Every one of his muscles seemed to have one goal; my pleasure. Soon my body felt as if it were on fire, waves of passion fueled the heat. My juices flowed out of my body at the same time that his did.

After I grabbed my clothes and tore out of the motel. I raced home and flung myself into bed. The thought that I had just cheated on Dom was the furthest thing from my mind. I was more saddened by the fact that I would never see the man again. I hadn’t even asked his name.

A timer snapped me out of my memories and I looked down at the pregnancy test. One line. There was no baby in my future. I sat on the toilet again, devastation and relief fought to be the prominent emotion. My marriage would be fine but I would never have the family that I craved, Dom wanted nothing to do with children.

Dom was lying on the couch scratching his balls. I tried to summon a smile, but it got lost in the thought that this was what I had to look forward to for the rest of my life. I sat on the end of the couch and looked at him. “I’m not pregnant.”

“I want a divorce.” His statement took me by surprise. This wasn’t what we had talked about, I had confessed to him what had happened with the thought that we could make anything work. We could get past this.

No baby. No marriage. No rocky road ice cream.