CAMILLE

It's been three weeks since that fateful night...

The night I saw heaven for the first time, and convulsed with pleasure at its gates.

And as I stared at the test kit before me in the little space James and I have occupied for the past two months and two weeks, my heart was pierced with the realization of what I have done.

Shame and excitement threatened my sanity as I pondered what the result meant for both James and me.

It could either be the beginning or the end of our wonderful union. All these years we spent working on each other and building the safest nest around ourselves, even without children.

Now a storm threatened the hold of this nest, and I wondered just how far our love for each other could hold us together.

I wanted to scream with excitement at the prospect of finally holding my baby, but at the same time, I remember whose it is and my body quaked with shame.

I AM PREGNANT!

Pregnant for a stranger I do not know after just one night of mind-blowing sex, one night I know I will never forget, even in my dreams.

Yes, I still dream of him, and I go home frequently now to pleasure myself at the very thought of him, at the thought of those dark eyes that held mine as he thrust into me with the zeal of someone paying homage to his god.

I had not planned for that night to end the way it did, but being amid all those strangers I know I will never meet again gave me a sense of mystery and a new identity.

Isn't it said that whatever happens in Vegas, remains in Vegas?

And so I drowned every shot of tequila that passed my way until I could feel my body light up with every ounce of confidence I have and that which I never even knew I had.

Then I saw him. Irrespective of more than a hundred men in the club, it was he whom I saw.

He was sitting at the bar with his eyes roaming the room, and I waited a minute to see if he had come with someone.

It took Helen nudging me forward when she noticed where my attention was to finally go make a move. I was surprised then when she came later to try to convince me to go home.

What was more shocking was the ease with which I flirted with him, and even more appealing was the discomfort in his pants, which he tried to hide – it gave me more confidence.

The last-minute decision to return with him to his hotel room was made when I excused myself to use the restroom, and he imagined that to be a sign for him to follow me, and after a quickie in the bathroom, he whispered with a raspy pleading voice that made my muscles melt in his hold,

'What do you say we take this to my room?...please' he pleaded, and the idea of someone begging to be with me sent hot flashes of liquid between my thighs.

And here I am, not only basking in the memories of that night, but also in the present it left in me.

I came back from Vegas with its secrets after all.

After eleven years, I finally have a tiny thing growing in my belly, a part of me.

I didn't want to worry myself yet with what James will think of me when he finally comes around – the fact that I left his side to go fuck a stranger just in two months of his absence.

I didn't want to think of what his family will think of me as well.

We will get past that when the time comes.

Maybe we will also talk about how it took a stranger just one night to get me pregnant, while I spent eleven years with my husband and never took in.

I was so excited that I wanted to go to the hall and scream to everyone that I am pregnant, I wasn't the barren woman my in laws thought I was, but no one will understand, everyone will judge me for leaving my husband's side to go get fucked.

It wasn't so hard to realize something was off when I missed my monthly flow by two weeks.

I let the thought of that night wash through me again, the night that changed everything for me.

The night I drank so much and let myself make all the mistakes I would only watch others make from afar,

I could never get over the surprise on his face and the way his eyes darkened with pleasure as I grinned my waist on his, the way he held my ass like he will die if I ever stopped.

That was all I needed to go harder, to let myself loose completely in his strong hold.

Shame flooded me as I thought of James lying there, helpless in front of me, and all I could do was think of the man I had cheated with.

A man I secretly wished I would see again.

My thoughts were interrupted when a nurse's head popped through the door to get my attention.

'Someone is here to see Mr. James,' she announced, and I am sure she noticed the surprise on my face because she went on to assure me it was James Parker.

I told her to let the visitor in, and while I was still wandering who the visitor could be, I noticed the nurse return with a figure following behind.

The ripple mirrored door hid their face, but I was sure the tall figure that followed her was that of a man.

When they finally came into the room and the nurse moved aside to reveal the visitor, my heart stopped dead in its tracks.

My mind raced with surprise and uncertainty as I stared at the man in front of me.

I must be dreaming, no fucking way is this real.

This can not be happening.