Sofia had to sit side on for the booth. She only agreed to meeting with Ben so that she could kill him. Containment had been broken again. She had nothing left, except the .38 Special in her purse. Sofia was wearing vintage 1960s maternity clothes. She had a lemon yellow top with white polka dots and black pants. Trying to hid how big she had become.
"What do you want?"
"This war between us, it's gotta stop." Ben said in opening.
"Like fuck, this is only just beginning, even when I give birth I will kill you." she hissed.
"People are being hurt and like it or not the sex we had was consensual."
"I was raped, drugged and raped by you." she reached for her purse.
"You were raped by Pete, that's what the stuff gives you, what you "DESIRE". Not what you hate. When I was Pete I was your memories of him. For example, other than knowing you are an extreme vegan, you wear vintage clothes because you're ignorant of where they came from. It might have been a sweatshop in Thailand but all your clothes are made by people long dead, in that case ignorance is your bliss."
She gasped in shock.
"I also know that your grandfather gifted you a .38 Special, he was a Detective or something it isn't clear, you're thinking is something like your clothes, a vintage gun and bullets can't be traced back to you."
"You think you know me? You don't know shit!" she snapped.
"Do you want to show me the pistol?"
Sofia blinked.
He passed her a coffee after taking a sip.
"Give the baby up, raise it, I don't care, drown it and say it was postnatal depression."
"What's in this coffee?" she demanded.
"I just drank some to show you."
She made him drink it straight from the cup before she touched it.
"What kind of milk is this?"
"No animals were harmed during the making of this coffee."
"So we call a truce or not? If we have a truce it's nothing, if not its double."
"Fuck you!" she shouted.
Ben looked at down at the dome he had created, he made his call.
"biànchéng liǎng bèi." he sighed.
"What.The Fuck?" she demanded.
"I just said an incantation for Double, as in twins."
"No, NO, YOU FUCKING CANNOT-" horror filled her face as she looked at him.
Clutching her stomach and doubled over, it suddenly seemed to grow beyond that of an expectant mother of a baby to something much, much larger like twins. Her clothes had been brought for a single child now she had double her trouble and pain. Her belly burst forward smashing her belt and making her buttons ping off, her engorged belly tore her top in half, people had out their cell phones watching this rapid expansion taking place.
Sofia smashed into the concrete and scream "OH JESUS HELP ME!!"
Dimly she thought part of Ben was right, she didn't want to be childless, despite her activism she'd been eating meat. She basically Desire(d) Pete because he/Ben represented everything she wanted, a simpler life where a woman was barefoot and pregnant with her second or third by her age of 21. NO, that was Ben subverting her mind, making her his whore. One baby was enough, two there wasn't enough room and it was sooo painful for her.
"Oh fuck, something is coming!"
The staff started pulling her pants and shoes off showing her hair bush to the world.
"FUCK YOU BEN!!!" she shouted down the street.
"Been there, done that." Ben muttered over his shoulder.
"Something is coming!!!" Sofia was openly crying by now.
Bones cracked as she got ready to deliver double the load, with Heather's milk (in exchange for a truce) Ben could have made the baby disappear. For someone so smart she didn't hear the quite warnings. Sofia's hips widened for twins.
Sofia was trying to sit up and get her purse but the extra bowling ball in her womb pinned her down. "Oh fuck" she sobbed as the first contractions hit. Drained of energy and tight with breaths. Milk was leaking from her chest and pooling around her feet around with her split coffee and urine. Basically nude Sofia pushed to try and stand up again, she was nothing if stubborn, but she had a trigger. Ben had come back for the cup. Sofia's face was straining with the effort of reaching into her purse, the cold steel of the gun, on one knee.
Ben smiled sweetly.
"Gun!" he shouted "She's got a gun!"
Before running off.
Someone checked her purse and seized it, handing it to an off duty cop. Sofia then knew she was truly fucked. An angry stretch mark followed her belly from below her sagging tits to her hairy bush of a mound. A gallon of water splashed down her legs as her water broke like a busted dam. People implored her to lie down, to sit but Sofia was stubborn to the bone.
As easy as taking a crap her first child entered the world. A baby boy screaming and crying would have hit the ground if Sofia hadn't have caught him. She was still standing when a bout of pain made her as she tried to double over with the pain of feeling the birth this time. Sweat, puss, blood, mucus, milk, urine and shit pooled around her feet she caught her second child, a twin girl.
Before she hit the ground and kept repeating "Double or nothing." like a broken record as Ben paid for his coffee, got up and left to deal with Heather.