“What the fuck happened last night?” Gwen asked out loud while she and Norman lay in bed in the early light of the morning.
“I have no idea,” Norman replied, “I don’t know how we spent an entire evening fucking like that...”
“The condom broke and we kept going,” Gwen lamented.
“You might be pregnant,” Norman muttered.
“I might be pregnant,” Gwen repeated before the couple had enough of lying in the bedsheets coated in cum.
Gwen walked to the bathroom while Norman stripped the bed and put it in the laundry. Geen unwrapped a pregnancy test and while sitting on the toilet urinated on it patiently waiting for results to come in. It took a while but eventually she frowned when it revealed she was pregnant. Gwen climbed into the shower and stared at the wall imagining herself with a distended gut and then giving birth to a squirming baby. Even worse she pictured herself lying around and wishing she never had kids like her mother. Her sister Rebecca hadn’t taken well to this and become quite the rebel in high school with clear mommy issues that didn’t resolve themselves until she went too far and got pregnant in high school. Rebecca was a good mom now with a husband and three kids but talking to her about their mom sent shivers down Gwen’s spine. Rebecca hated her and resented her for an awful childhood and despite her best thoughts Gwen couldn’t imagine herself being a good mom. There was also the added fact that she had practically been the mom for her sisters Rebecca and Casey. She had done a good job but now hated kids and how troublesome they could be.
“Not having it,” She muttered deciding on an abortion then and there. The second she said that a baby bump appeared on her stomach and she began to rub it. Three months ago she had found out and the sooner she got the abortion the sooner it would be over with, “Though Norman seemed pretty happy...”
With her trailing thought her womb expanded to four months pregnant and she could still hide the baby bump from people in public. She rubbed it tenderly but instead of picturing herself playing with the baby and nurturing it she pictured the baby crying and her ignoring it while drunk on the couch. She cringed at the thought and her baby bump expanded to five months as she did.
Thoughts of her mom screaming at Casey to shut up and Gwen having to shush and feed her baby sister when she was only six filled her mind and she clenched her fist while her rubbed stomach expanded to six months. Memories of Rebecca and Casey squealing in delight and telling her she’d make a great mom filled her mind but her reaction to it wasn’t that great. She recalled their mom forgetting to buy groceries and hungry nights where Rebecca would whine and complain while Casey cried until she fell asleep. She didn’t like the thought and knew she would end up the same so her belly extended to seven months.
When she’d been in jr. high she’d Spent her evenings working as a dishwasher so she could have money to buy food when their mom neglected them. Rebecca and Casey had grown into brats under her care and she knew her child, well past the point of abortion would be the same. However her stomach reapomded by growing to eight months pregnant as memories of her sisters contacting her after they’d left home surfaces again, the relationship being built with the girls she had practically raised herself. Mom was out of the picture but the three girls were now closer and the younger two thanked her constantly. Gwen smiled as her stomach extended to nine months and she became certain she’d be a great mom. What her sisters had said about her practically raising them had convinced her over the last nine months to love the baby in her womb. She rubbed it happily and it kicked back as she entered the tenth month and the due date became any day now. She shut the water off and dried herself off very slowly before waddling out of the bathroom to the bedroom and getting dressed in a nice and soft maternity dress. She then waddled to the living room where Norman caught sight of her and eased her into a chair. She smiled as she came to a rest and propped her feet up. She felt bloated and lazy but knew that wouldn’t last. However a sigh did escape her lips and Norman looked at her curiously.
“I tried calling Mom today, just to see, she didn’t pick up,” Gwen muttered while Norman sat next to her and began to rub her belly, “I think Monica’s going to grow up without a grandma.”
“She’ll be fine,” Norman stated while patting her shoulder.
“I know, it’s time to cut her out of my life I think, even her influence. I’ll just be me, I won’t let her shadow fill me with doubts,” Gwen explained with a sigh before shutting her eyes. Norman toyed with her hair, she was heavy, and all her energy was going into making this baby, so it was no wonder she finally fell asleep content and done thinking she would be like her mom.