PREGNANCY CRAVINGS ,, jennifer

[mary]

Mary Damen was in love. He was in love with the way she smelled, the way her hair fell around her face, the way she smiled when she saw him coming. He was obsessed with the soft feeling of her skin, the curves of her body, the noises she made while he made love to her.it seemed like everything had come much too easily to him, but here she was, living in Mary's house with him. She had been the girl that he watched longingly from afar, his dark brown eyes following her moves in the hallway. Jennifer Keynes had been so perfect in every possible way. She had been his first kiss and had taken his virginity all in one night, and when he had woken up in the bed next to her the next morning it had all been so right. He almost hadn't believed it had happened until he saw her there, her naked body highlighted so well under the sheets in the bed. He had done his best Prince Charming impersonation when he had swept into the Adult Film studio where his beloved worked, to wisk Cinderella away on his noble steed--aka his Toyota Prius. He had never thought he'd ever have the bravery to talk to Jennifer, but he had asked her to coffee, then for lunch, and then dinner at his house. Now she was wearing his ring, carrying his child...it was like they were living their happily ever after.

Except, Prince Charming's mother hadn't died an agonizing death on the operating table as her screaming newborn son was handed to the Prince's devastated father, who had spent the last few years watching his beloved Nayal sit on the floor of the bathroom and sob because she believed she had killed another one. Mary had heard the stories countless times. While he had been living with his father, the topic was never brought up. The smallest mention of Nayal would lead Elias to stand and walk from the room, and his grandmother would stare at Mary with an angry, hate filled glare. Even eighteen years later, she had blamed Mary for Nayal's untimely demise. No--no, that wasn't correct. Jahida Damen didn't blame Mary for killing Nayal. Mary's grandmother had never thought Nayal was good enough for her perfect son, but she blamed Mary for taking away something that had made Elias so happy. Whether or not Elias blamed Mary for killing his wife was something Mary didn't--nor did he think he would ever--know. Since turning ten, Mary had been moved to his current house in California with his grandmother, and the only acknowledgement he got from his father were the monthly cheques, the occasional phone call and the few weeks throughout the year that they would get together. They were usually empty, as far as Mary was concerned. Elias was constantly busy, working on the next big runway design, or working on a show--Mary spent most of his trips amusing himself. Whether this would be any different if Nayal was still alive was one thing that ached at the back of Mary's mind on occasion, even more so now that Jennifer was pregnant.

It had been nearly impossible for Mary to get excited over that news. Jennifer had been jumping around and squealing in joy, but all Mary had been able to do was stare. He was sure she was thinking of small dark haired infants with her eyes and Mary's complexion smiling up at her from a crib, or of a happy family and growing old together. No, when Jennifer had said those words to Mary, all the young man had been able to picture was his beautiful Jennifer curled up on the bathroom floor as she sobbed over something she had had no control over, or the much more devastating image of his once beautiful love lying dead in a hospital bed, sheets bloodied as he held the screaming infant in his arms that had killed his Jennifer. No, he couldn't get excited that Jennifer was pregnant. He was terrified. It had led to the cause of their first fight, when he was supposed to be holding her and telling her everything was okay, all he had been able to say was, "don't get excited." Even now, a few days after, as he stared at the large ring wrapped around her slender finger and couldn't take his eyes off the way her hand was rested on her sstomach, he could feel nothing but fear.

Whatever--he had gotten her into this mess, now he had to look after her. This was why the young muslim man was standing in the kitchen of his lavish home, scrambling eggs in a fury and cooking the chicken breakfast sausages that he hoped she would like. He couldn't eat pork, and the thought of potentially feeding it to his unborn child was disgusting. He had toast in the toaster, hashbrowns cooking in the oven, the sausages, the eggs--the fridge was filled with fresh fruit if she wanted any of it as well. The only question left now was whether or not a bout of morning sickness would turn Jennifer off from the meal he was preparing, as he served two plates of warm breakfast food and set them out on the kitchen table. He just had to wait for her.

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[jay]

jennifer had never believed in love, not until recently. not until she self unsafe and scared when she wasn't in her boyfriend's arms, not until she missed him half to death when they were only rooms apart. not until that nervous boy that she'd never seen before had approached her and asked her on a date. she believed men were vile, spiteful creatures. she was shown wrong, mary was gentle (unless rubbed the wrong way), he was what jenn needed. she needed a big, gentle smile, loving arms that would hold her and never let go. soft brown eyes that had a special spark in them that gave her tingles and made her smile back at him whenever he caught her eye, he was so magnificent and he was all hers, he showered her with love and money, attention and everything a girl could want, he was there for her whenever she needed a shoulder to cry on. ever since he had walked in on the porn set, he had stolen jenn's heart forever. merrick was dedicated, he cared. he was going to protect her. that was when jenn let her guard down, and allowed herself to be loved, and love in return.

six weeks later, jennifer was pregnant.

of course, to start with she was thrilled. jumping up and down and screaming. it was the start of their family! mary, sadly, wasn't too excited, and that worried jenn. it worried jenn a lot, what if he wanted her to get rid of it? what if they broke up? maybe her new boyfriend wasn't looking for a rushed family. even if he wasn't, there was no way in hell she would have an abortion. she wouldn't think of it. she would risk her fantastic lover, the thing that meant most to her. she would throw it all away for the safety of her new baby. then, it all got worse when mary explained why he was so upset. it started to scare jenn, too. how mary's mother, the rumored beautiful nayal, had died in childbirth, how they had many miscarriages to have mary. it broke her heart, she could see why her boyfriend was so worried. although she'd only known of her baby a hour or so, there was a thick bond. she was scared for their future, scared for the child she loved a little too much growing inside of her. hopefully everything would be okay..

morning sickness; the worst thing in the world. jennifer got up at about nine every morning, darted out of bed (her belly nowhere near disabling size yet), straight to the toilet to be sick. she would then have horrific stomach pains for another twenty minutes or so, where she would just get on with her day. she was bad with pain, but she didn't care. it meant she had some sort of feeling the baby was there, as if it was reminding her every day it was still alive. of course, that may not have been the case, sometimes jenn would pretend to keep her mind at ease. she couldn't imagine losing the baby, there was no doubt that it would destroy her. she was too clingy, but a baby was just what she wanted. she was a mom to her unborn child, it still counted in her eyes. she was unsure what mary was feeling, but she knew it was tense. she would take daily pills, do stretches, see doctors regularly, everything in her power to ease her fiance's mind. of course, it wasn't to plan, it was rushed and it was scary, but she was glad they were in it together. that calmed her mind.

morning sickness wasn't the only killer side effect of pregnancy, there were food cravings. although jenn hadn't suffered anything too terrible in her early weeks of pregnancy, there was one time where she was itching for salted peanuts at one am and couldn't sleep until she had them (if this was a pregnancy craving or not remains unknown), and also the disability to drink alcohol. not that jenn was ever a big drinker, if a drinker at all, but it had just gone christmas, and there were friends and family to visit, all where she had to find excuses to not have a glass of wine with her meal, or end up at a bar. they were keeping the baby a secret for now, until there was proof it was going to live. mary and jennifer were paranoid, and they didn't need any more heartbreak to go with their own. nobody else had a mary to help them get over losses, jenn was lucky. for now, though, the small child inside of her was alive and things were looking okay. that was good enough to settle jenn's often restless mind.

nine. on the spot, a pang of sickness. bolt to the toilet on que, jumping over random objects in the way. jennifer's eyes were closed, she knew the route so well and everything in the way. bent over, hands meet toilet seat, throw up. sit up, spit, wipe mouth with back of hand, wash hands, wake up, stare at reflection for a while. nothing too bad, she had slight bags under her eyes and yesterday's smudged eyeliner down her cheeks, no wrinkles. jenn wasn't growing up that fast. smiling at herself, she then brushed her teeth, stretched, took three pills that would help baby in some way or another (she was too busy staring at some guy's funny shirt on tv while mary was lecturing her), did she smell food? tilting her head, she tiptoed out the bathroom, walking out into the kitchen. her stomach was preparing war on her, but she was still hungry. jennifer was always hungry. sneaking up behind her husband to be, she wrapped her arms around his thin waist, hoped he wasn't gonna run away again to stop something from burning and whispered to his neck (even on her tiptoes she couldn't reach his ear), "trying to fatten me up, i see?"