Catrina
The Past…
“HELEN! HELEN, CAN YOU HEAR me?” I scream out and wait to hear if she’s coming up the stairs. When she doesn’t answer and I don’t hear any movement, I yell out my husband’s name. Of course he doesn’t answer either. Huffing my annoyance, I close my journal and place it along with my pen in my nightstand before I flip the covers off me. Then, throwing my legs to the side of the bed, I plant my hand on the nightstand to help pull myself off the bed. When I’m finally standing and the dizziness has passed, I waddle down the stairs. Not spotting anyone in the reading room or sitting room, I make my way to the kitchen, where I find both Helen and Elliot, as well as his parents.
“Good morning, Delores. William.” I give each an air kiss.
“Catrina, how are you feeling? I thought you were supposed to remain in bed as much as possible with your condition,” Delores coos. “From what we’ve heard your condition is quite serious.”
“It is serious, however, staying in bed is impossible when Helen and Elliot choose to ignore me, forcing me to get out of bed. I’m starving and parched and apparently both of them have more important matters to handle than to take care of me.” I pluck a bottle of water from the fridge and slam the door.
“Catrina, don’t be a brat,” Elliot scolds and I shoot him a deadly scowl. “My parents are leaving to Florida before the storm gets much worse and Helen and I were seeing them off.” I forgot today is the day they’re leaving. Having decided that it’s time to retire, William has handed over the company to Elliot and purchased a home in Florida they plan to make their permanent residence.
“Elliot, be nice,” Delores admonishes. “She’s pregnant and on bed rest with your child.”
“That’s okay,” I snip. “I expect nothing less from my husband. Will you be returning for the birth of your grandchild in a couple of months?”
“We might not make it back for the birth, but we will definitely plan a trip for soon after.” Delores smiles sweetly.
“From what I’ve heard from Isabel, she and Heath are trying for a baby as well,” Helen adds. “Maybe you will have two grandbabies close in age.” At her words, my water bottle drops to the floor, water spilling everywhere. Helen rushes around to pick it up and starts cleaning the wet mess.
“Isabel is no longer part of this family, therefore, any child they create will not be a part of this family either,” Elliot sneers.
“Agreed,” William adds. “It’s such a shame she chose that riff-raff over our family.”
“I still feel you two are being too harsh on her.” Delores frowns. “She’s a young woman who feels she is in love.” In love! Ha! That may be so on her end, but my Heath would never love her. He only has room for one love in his heart and that’s me.
“Sometimes the necessary lessons must be given through tough love,” William replies, completely devoid of emotion. The intercom buzzes, announcing someone has arrived. “Our car is here, Delores. Time to go.” He gives Elliott a hug with a pat on the back. “Do me proud, son. Our company is in your hands.”
“I will do you more than proud, Father.” Elliot grins wide and I roll my eyes. Helen catches my reaction and raises her brows up, her lips pursing together in admonishment. I swear the damn woman has eyes everywhere.
“Helen, I’m hungry. Please make me a bowl of chicken noodle soup. Extra carrots and only white meat. I’ll be in the library.” I give Delores and William a hug. “Safe travels.”
“Was your soup to your liking, dear?” Helen asks, placing my bowl and cup onto the tray.
“It was a bit salty,” I reply without looking up from my book.
“That’s odd. I only added a pinch,” she says, lifting the tray. “Is there anything else I can get you?”
“A glass of water. Clearly, your idea of a pinch of salt differs significantly from mine, and now I’m feeling dehydrated. You know too much salt can raise my blood pressure. Are you trying to kill me, Helen?”
Before she can answer me, the house phone rings and she sets the tray down to answer it.
“Lincoln residence.” Helen pauses for a moment. “Oh, Isabel, it’s so nice to hear from you,” Helen coos and my ears perk up.
“What wonderful news…Of course I will visit.” Visit? Is Heath coming home? It’s been nearly eight months since I found out I was pregnant and he took off with Isabel. My heart pitter-patters at the idea of seeing my Heath again. Oh, how I miss him so!
She listens to whatever that bitch is saying, her face lighting up. “Yes, sweet girl, I will even make your favorite Shephard’s pie.” I roll my eyes. Her skinny ass needs to eat several dozen Shephard’s pies to put some meat on her bones. Ugh! I can’t believe Heath actually has sex with her. It’s probably the equivalent of fucking a skeleton.
“Don’t worry, Isabel, sometimes conceiving a baby takes time. It doesn’t happen right away for everyone. Don’t let Heath upset you, please.” Conceiving a baby? So what Helen said earlier was true. Heath and Isabel are trying to have a baby?
Why would they be trying?
That would have to mean they want a baby together.
Surely not.
Absolutely fucking not. Not Heath. Helen is mistaken.
My foot kicks out in front of me in anger and the tray of food crashes to the floor. Helen huffs and tells Isabel to call soon, that she has a mess to clean up.
“Why must you be so difficult, Catrina?” Helen sighs, bending down to pick up the shattered pieces of ceramic.
“It was an accident. Why must you still talk to Isabel?” I scoff. “You know Elliot doesn’t approve of you continuing to keep in touch with her.”
“And is your concern about me speaking to Isabel or your jealousy that she and Mr. Heath are happily in love?”
“It won’t work,” I snap. “Trying to make me jealous. I am a happily married woman. My only concern is over the fact you’re choosing to speak to her, knowing the man who pays your bills prohibits it.”
“My job is the last thing you should be—”
Hearing a muffled moan, I cut off Helen. “Shh, do you hear that?”
“Oh, yeah. That’s what I’m talking about.” My eyes dart around at my surroundings.
“Hear what?” she questions, standing with the tray in her hands.
Am I hearing things? Then I hear it again. “Mmhmm, yes!”
Throwing my book aside, I stand and make my way out of the library and into the hallway, Helen following right behind. Is somebody having sex in this house? I listen some more. “Oh God, yes!” What the hell is going on? The only other person left in this house is Elliot. Tiptoeing over to Elliot’s office, I see his door is closed. He wouldn’t dare! Putting my ear to the door, I hear another moan and then a grunt. That cheating bastard!
“Catrina…” Helen begins, but my warning glare quickly shuts her up.
Hoping to catch Elliot in the act, I swing the door open and find him sitting at his desk alone. His eyes widen in shock and he shuffles quickly to zip his pants. “What are you doing?” I step farther into the room, toward his desk, slamming his office door closed behind me. He quickly sits up and scurries to turn off what he’s watching on the television, but I’m quicker and I make it around his desk before he can get shut it off. And right there on the television are two people fucking like rabbits.
“You sick bastard!” I let out a loud shriek, pushing him backward in his chair. He rolls back slightly and I’m able to get a good look at the muted screen. The woman is on her hands and knees with her legs spread open and her ass in the air, getting fucked from behind. Is this guy serious?
“Your wife is pregnant and has pre-eclampsia, a life-threatening condition! And here you are, jerking off to some trashy bleached blond bimbo getting fucked in the ass!” My anger multiplies by the second and I can feel my blood pressure rising. How dare he get to find pleasure while I’m stuck being miserable! My fist comes out and pushes the heavy TV to the floor. It hits the ground and smashes into pieces. Then I swipe everything off his desk. Various papers fly all over the place.
“I hate you!” I shout, and he stands up out of his chair, his hands turned up in a placating motion. I can still see his dick is hard in his pants and it makes me furious to know he was seeking pleasure from someone else. “I’m your wife! You haven’t fucked me in months, yet you’re fucking yourself to the sight of another woman. How dare you!” I snatch up a picture frame from the shelf and fling it at him. He ducks and it crashes to the floor.
“Catrina, calm down please. You know it’s not good for you or the baby to get worked up.” Elliot approaches me slowly like I’m some feral animal. Well, fuck him! Fuck him and fuck Heath and Isabel! Fuck them all! I hope they all rot in hell!
“Don’t you want me?” I let out a sob. “Is it because I’m fat and ugly now?” I swipe away my tears as I picture Heath fucking Isabel’s skinny ass. “I can please you, Elliot.” I move closer to him, my hand rubbing along his hard bulge. I bet Isabel doesn’t satisfy Heath the way I did. “Do you want me to please you?”
Without waiting for his response, I undo his pants and pull his dick out. It’s not hard anymore, but I can get it there. Spitting on my hand, I stroke his shaft up and down. Elliot lets out a low moan. I feel his pre-cum dripping from his tip and I still my hand. His gaze darts down to me. “I was close,” he whines.
“Why should you be the only one to get pleasure? If you want to come, you can do it after you’ve made me come first.” Backing up, I slowly lower my body onto the couch, my swollen baby bump protruding out. “Make me come, Elliot,” I demand. He follows me over to the couch and kneeling in front of me, he pulls my panties down then spreads my legs. His fingers find my clit and he massages my nub. I’m too dry and it does nothing for me.
“You have to get me wet!” I snap. “Use your mouth.” Elliot gapes at me. He’s never eaten pussy before. Well, it’s time he starts. If he can jack off to porn, surely he can lick his wife’s pussy. “Now,” I demand.
He dips his head and his tongue dances across my seam. “Slow down,” I instruct. “This isn’t a race. Slowly, lick my clit.” He does as I say and my fingers come up and pinch my nipples. My eyes close and I imagine Elliot is Heath as he laves at my juices.
“Yes,” I moan out. “Right there. Harder.” Heath’s licks get rougher as my orgasm builds higher. “Oh God, yes! Stick your fingers in me.” He pushes a finger into my tight channel, but it’s not enough. “More!” Another one. “More!” Heath fucks me with three fingers while sucking on my clit and I fall over the edge, my orgasm ripping through my entire body. When I open my eyes, I see Elliot standing in front of me, wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand, and my heart drops that it’s not Heath.
“I don’t feel well,” I mutter.
“What about me?” His eyes drop down to his hard cock.
“Fine, but hurry, please.”
I’m lying across the chaise lounge in my bedroom, staring out the window at the torrential downpour. The news said several areas are prone to flooding and we could be looking at some power outages if the storm doesn’t weaken. But inside, it’s relaxing to watch. I could lie here for hours with my hand rubbing across my swollen belly, feeling my baby kick. I could’ve found out if it was a boy or a girl but chose not to. It will be a nice surprise once I give birth in a few weeks.
“Looks like I might have to find the candles in case the storm gets any worse,” Helen says, changing the sheets on my bed.
“I suppose.” I sigh then take a sip of my tea.
“And what is wrong with Catrina today?”
I watch her from the corner of my eye as she moves from making the bed to dusting the lamps. “Can’t you do that when I’m not in here?” I snip, my eyes going back to the falling rain. My mind goes back to the days when Heath and I would play in the rain. We would run through the puddles, splashing each other for hours, until our lips were blue and our teeth would chatter.
“Then it wouldn’t get done,” Helen says. “You haven’t left your bedroom in months, dear, and with the baby due in a few weeks I’m trying to get everything ready.”
“Where’s my husband?” I ask, turning my attention to her. She’s now placing my folded clothes into my drawer.
“In his office.” Of course he is. He spends more time than not in there, using the excuse that he has double the work to do since his father handed over the reins to him. I call bullshit. We both know he’s just hiding away like a little bitch because he can’t handle me pregnant. Like it’s my fault I’ve fallen ill with pre-eclampsia. It’s my fault my blood pressure rises too high at times. He wanted me pregnant and now he acts like I’m a damn burden. Whatever, it’s probably for the best anyway. I can’t stand to be around him most of the time.
The chime of the doorbell rings out through the house, and Helen announces she’ll get it. It’s probably just another delivery for the nursery. I take another sip of my tea, my eyes going back to the rising lake. Then picking up my journal, I open it to a blank page and write the date.
Dear Diary, I begin.
“Catrina.” My head whips around and I see him standing in the doorway.
“Heath,” I gasp, closing my journal and dropping it onto the ground. I knew he’d be back to see me. He could never stay away too long.