4.2: No One Tames Her

WARNING: Themes that could offend/be sensitive for certain belief systems are mentioned

   I was outside, with the dogs. Calina and I had adopted a puppy, Floozy, shortly after she moved in with me. I loved the dogs, and Calina to death. I glanced up at the sky. The sun was preparing to set. Nothing odd for an Autumn's night. Our one year anniversary was approaching, slowly. I was nervous and excited.
  "Parker!" I heard Calina's lovely screeches. 
  "Are you alright?" I dropped the treat I was holding, I attempted to train Floozy how to sit.
  "Yes, of course." She rolled her eyes, waddling out the front door. "Other than the fact that I feel like an obese penguin."
   "An obese penguin?" I chuckled.
   "Stop laughing!" Her nine month pregnant stomach had caused her to be very insecure about her weight.
    "You're gorgeous, honey."
    "I know." Her modesty had grown with her stomach.
     "Are you excited about the baby?" I tried leaning in to kiss her. She pushed me away.
    "Parker, stop."
    "Stop what?"
    "Doting on me. Treating me all special. This stupid accident," She pointed to her midsection, "Does not make me special."
     "I want you and the baby to be alright."
'    "And I will be. Look, thousands of babies are born everyday. In some countries,  men aren't even included. They provide what they have to to make a baby and you never involve them in parenting at all."
     "This is America. Not a tribal country. I'm here for you."
     "I don't fudging want you to be!" She screamed. "I hate being pregnant, I hate fudging children, and I hate you!"
     "Why? I-I'm sorry."
     "We said when we first  started dating that if anything like this happened I would get an abortion. You convinced me not to! Said I would love parenting and there was always adoption. I wanted a fudging abortion and  now I can't get one."
     "You..." I was at a loss for words. I understood abortions; I wasn't against them, but could Calina really feel that way? About her own child she would be having in a few days?
     "No. I just...I haven't traveled since we first met. Rome and Venice and Beijing; all my plans gone. Gone! I'm leaving."
      "You-I-can't we."
      "Do you want your child?" She spat.
      "Our child."
      "No. I want nothing to do with it. It's yours. You wanted to keep the fudging son or daughter of a bitch? Fine. But don't drag me into it."
       "Calina. Please." I begged. I was nineteen. I couldn't be a single parent. I couldn't be.
        "No."
        "I love you."
        "Just stop."
        "When are you leaving?"
        "After the brat is out. And I'm taking Floozy and Gabby."
        "You-tak-" My heart wasn't being broken; it was being stabbed into a billion little pieces. Leaving me as a single dad? Bad. Horrible. But taking the two things I had reaming from my old life? This was horrible. Awful. My child...without a mother? Is no mother better than one who hates you? Does Calina really hate her child, or does she hate the idea of having to take care of some parent dependent baby?
      "I'm sorry. But...I told you." Don't try and  stop her. That's exactly what she said. I need to though. But I can't. She has to go; keeping her here would only make things worse. "Parker, I don't hate you...I just. Can't handle things. I'm sorry. Maybe...you'll understand. I can't handle things like this."
     "Like this? Like what, being a mom?!" I tried screaming, but I couldn't. She was leaving. She never had been mine to keep. She was passing through; stopping to smell the roses and ending up knocked up. This wasn't part of her life. Travel was. I knew that.
      "I..." SHe glanced down, walking back inside. Gabby and Floozy followed her.
      "What have- dammit." I hadn't done anything. I couldn't keep her here and I couldn't make her leave. Only she could do that.
     I walked to the elevator, pressing the floor button. I wanted to avoid her. I wanted to go to a bar and- do what? I thought. I wasn't twenty-one. I haven't ever drank alcohol. Calina was old enough to, but I always declined her offer when she said she would buy me beer. I rode up on the elevator, listening to cheesy music. Was this? It couldn't be. Madame G? As in, my mother. Wow. I chuckled. My mother, who began producing songs at least two decades ago, was reduced to a simple instrumental and cheery lyrics meant to be played while you rode the elevator. If she was here, she would faint.
     My life was falling apart, while I listened to a decade and a half ballad about starting over, sung by my mother who use to do some very disturbing things. Well, disturbing to me. I remember when Maverick found the video. It was before she met my dad; it was made shortly after she graduated high school. She was in a werewolf film, herself being the lead werewolf. She ended up being captured by vampires and... a variety of scenes that showed parts of the human body you didn't particularly want to see, especially when they where your mother's, where scattered through the film. Apparently she's very flexible.
    I torn my mind away from the memories; as horribly scarring they where, they where memories. Maverick wasn't quite insane yet, my mother nearly died when she walked into the living room, seeing what was displayed on the laptop screen. She took away the computer and had our father lecture us. I could tell that he was trying to be serious, but Maverick kept giggling. She knew exactly what was going to happen after we went to bed.
    I arrived at my floor, exiting the elevator. The apartment door was unlocked, so I didn't have the few seconds it would take to use my key to collect myself. Floozy and Gabby where playing. It nearly made me burst into tears; something I avoided. They where going away, soon enough. I could probably bring in a lawsuit; make Calina pay child support and leave me with the dogs, but it wouldn't be worth it. I had the money for the best lawyers; Calina had none. I operated on a what's mine is yours and what's yours is mine basis, but if she was leaving...I couldn't think about it. I busied myself, looking through the fridge for something to drink. Calina hadn't bought alcohol, since she was pregnant, in the past nine months so any chance of me drowning my sorrows before I became a father was gone.
     "Parker." She moaned. She was standing by the TV.
     "What?" I glanced at her, upset, but trying to avoid being rude.
     "I-I...my water just broke!"
     "What!?" I screamed. "We have to get you to a hospital." I began panicking. I couldn't be a father. Not yet. I wasn't ready. The sooner the baby came, the sooner she left.
     "No....no...OHHOWW." She screamed. "Too late. Can't."
     "You...no. I'm going to go."
     "Parker." She shook her head. "It's too-OWWW late. The baby is coming. Now."
     "Now?" I turned into a senseless blob. Now? As in...I was about to become a dad. I helped Calina onto the couch, as she stretched out. "Get ready." I said. "I can..." I felt faint. I could see the head.It was coming. "One, two-"
     "What are y-OWWW SUGAR! Sugar! Nobody fudging counts."
     "Push!" I screamed.
     "What the fudge do you think I'm doing? Having tea with the-SUGAR. FUDGE! Hell, I-OWW gawd."
     "It's a boy." I announced, wrapping my son in blankets I had found in the bathroom closet.
     "What do you want to name-"
     "OWWW! What the fudge was that? Dammit. And we're naming him Steven."
     "I...another head." I felt ready to pass out. She was having twins. "Push!" A few minutes later, I was holding my second child. My second son. "Chase." I said, smiling. His name was Chase.
     "Let me see them."
     "I-" Should she really? If she was leaving?
     "Give the babies to me, Parker." She said, slowly. "I had them without any epidural or pain meds or whatever. I deserve a glance." I gently placed Steven in one arm and Chase in the other.
     "Your sons." I said.
     "My sons." She took a breath.
     "Help me stand."
     "Shouldn't you rest? You just popped out two kids."
     "Help me stand."
     "Okay." I gently placed the babies on the couch, as Calina stood. She picked both bundles of joy up and waddled to the nursery. I understood. This was a private moment for her; she was leaving. I glanced at the couch. I would defiantly need to reupholster it and bleach it. Or just buy a new one. Sons. Twins. I was a dad. Wow...I couldn't be ready for this. And with Calina gone... one baby, maybe I could handle that on my own. But two? I sat on the floor. This was going to be rough.

-Calina's POV-

   Sons. I didn't like children; so needy and useless. Holding my own two sons didn't change that. I still disliked children.But I felt a sense of pride. I had created something, two somethings, with Parker. And they where gorgeous. I still couldn't stay, though. I need travel and adventure. I don't settle down; it isn't what I do. It's better they never know me, than for me to suddenly pack up and leave. The first day of kindergarten. Sixth grade jitters. High school graduation. Fifth grade talent shows. I could leave during anyone of those; them wondering when I'll be back. But I wouldn't. If I leave early, maybe Parker can find a new someone. Someone to be their mother. Someone who won't leave.
   "Goodbye." I said, as I rocked Steven."Be good for daddy. I know you probably can't hear me, but I know you'll understand. I'm your mo-Calina. I'm Calina. You won't remember me, but be good... you'll have someone, a really mommy one day. She'll be better than I will. I know I shouldn't leave, but...I can't be a mommy. I'd hate it and you'd hate me. This way, you'll grow up and maybe one day have somebody to take pictures on your birthday and bake you cookies for class when it's your birthday." I gently placed him in his crib.
   I walked over to Chase's crib, picking him up. "You'll be a good man. Just like daddy. You and your brother both will be. I dunno if you heard me talking to your twin, so...am I suppose to say the same thing? Be equal. Cause I always thought just cause you shared a womb, doesn't mean you're the same person. Sorry. Here it goes. I...Chase I know life will be hard, but I'm...I won't be there. Here. Anywhere. You won't know me. But your daddy does. He'll be in a lot of pain and be good, okay? Just...don't look for me. I mean, don't expect me to come back. If you get a new mommy, love her for me. Don't regret never meeting me. Just...move on. Be good for daddy and to your brother. Be adventurous and fearless. You too, Steven." I placed him in his crib, sighing. I was ready. I really was leaving.
    I walked to the front door, where my suitcase and the doggy crates where waiting. "Goodbye, Parker." He was on the floor, crumbling. "Just...don't chase after me. Find someone new. Find a mother for the boys. I...you'll be a great dad."
    "Do you love us?" He asked, not looking up.
    "Do I-?" I felt a pang of guilt. I... "I'm sorry." I shook my head. "I want the best for you and the boys, and I hope you stay healthy and don't do anything dumb, and I hope they grow up with your brains and looks, cause then they'll be handsome and smart."
     "But you don't love us?"
     "No. But I care..."
     "I-I...you care." He said slowly.
     "It isn't the same. I know...just. move on. For me. Please?"
     "Why should I do anything for you?"
     "Because." I said simply. "I'm leaving you with your sons. I could have put them up for adoption or run to court, but I know you're the best thing or them. You need to move on for them. They can't grow up with daddy living in regret and pain."
     "Why leave?"
     "Parker...goodbye. I'm leaving so  you have the chance to move on and the boys don't grow up missing me. You can't miss someone you never met."
      "They will."
      "Just find someone. For me. Find someone who wants that huge family you do." I walked out the door, the dogs with me. I was gone. There wasn't any coming back for me.

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