A suprise visit

Charlie's family had mixed feelings when we told them. Obviously skeptical about me. The terrible backstory I had conjured up made me sound like a complete gold digger. The only redeeming fact was that Charlie and I were the same age, and he was a healthy young man with no prospect of dying soon. To my surprise, his father was the one who seemed most pleased. That night after dinner he cornered me and congratulated me. At first, I thought he was talking about the baby, but it soon became apparent that he was talking about his son. "I never thought I would see the day when he finally took some responsibility. Settling down and making a decent life for himself," he said. I smiled, remembering back to when I was first here as Charlie's pretend girlfriend. We had come a long way since then. He wanted to be a party boy forever, and keep me around as a girlfriend to show off to his dad. He got a lot more than he bargained for. The breeder pill got the better of him. I don't think he ever thought that quite thru. His plan to knock me up and keep me around had backfired and now he was a soon-to-be dad, with all the weight of the responsibilities ahead. "So again congratulations for making a man out of my lazy son," he raised his scotch glass to me. "No thanks required mister Miller. I'm more inclined to say he made a woman out of me," I said and rubbed my belly.

His two sisters and mother on the other hand were less enthused. They were more concerned about Charlie's happiness than about him growing up and taking responsibility, and again the gold digger persona was not doing me any favors. Over time though they warmed up. It was late November now, well into my second trimester. The guest room had been converted from an impromptu sex dungeon to a future nursery. We kept quite a few of the toys though. The hormones were driving me nuts. I was constantly horny. I probably had 2-3 orgasms every day. My favorite was in the evenings when Charlie was back home. As long as I was pregnant I could orgasm like normal, but still, they were nothing compared to the ones I had whenever Charlie came inside me. Those were pure bliss. The whole world faded away, and I felt like I was floating on a cloud. The pleasure surged through me. It was the only time I got some reprieve from the constant heat and desires that radiated from my crotch. At least for a few hours.

In early December I was having a pretty typical day. We woke up, had great sex, ate breakfast together and Charlie was off to work. An hour later I went to the gym. I did a yoga session and ran for 10 minutes on the treadmill before I had to pee. After that, I decided I might as well just go home.

As I got off the elevator and looked down the hallway towards our apartment, I saw someone standing outside our door. A woman and a man. It looked like they were knocking on our door. As I got closer my, heart nearly stopped. Shit! What were they doing here? It was my mom and her husband Jim. Did she know, had she somehow found out? I kept walking, slowly towards the door. As I got closer they turned around and look at me. Shit... what should I say, or even do? My heart was racing, but... they didn't say or do anything. They just look at me, like I was a complete stranger. I caught Jim's creepy smile as he was checking me out. They didn't know. They had no idea who I was.

"Excuse me?" I was right next to them now. "Can I help you?" I asked. She looked at me and smiled. "Maybe? I was looking for my son?" Shit. This was not good. "His name is Sam Waters, and he left this as a forwarding address at his last place." Of course. That's how she found this place. But why on earth was she here? "I'm sorry, I don't know any Sam Waters. This is my apartment, so there must be some mistake?" She looked dejected. They got out of my way, and I unlocked the door and was about to close it. "So sorry to bother you, but do you live here alone?", she asked. What a strange question I thought. Then I saw her eyes dart to the floor, and I realized she has seen Charlie's shoes. "Oh... no my boyfriend lives here as well." she lit up a little. "Maybe he knows something?" she said pleadingly. "Oh... Well, he is not home now, but I can ask him when he comes home?" She did not look like she was about to leave with that. "Maybe I could wait for him here?" she asked. Jesus, that was really pushing it. To her, I was a random woman she just met, and now she wanted to come inside and wait for Charlie, whom she also never met to ask if he knew her son. "Come on Krystal, let's just get out of here." Jim chimed in. "He's clearly not here. I told you he left some bogus addresses. This place is way too fancy for him anyways..." "You go then," she snapped at Jim. "I'm just gonna wait here. I need to ask, for my own peace of mind," she said, her eyes almost a glaze. "pfff, Suite yourself. I'll be in the hotel bar," Jim turned around and walked towards the elevator. We stood there for a moment in awkward silence as Jim got in the elevator and left. She lent against the wall and wiped a tear from her eye. "You want to come inside?", I asked. "I don't want to be a bother," she said. "It's not a problem." What on earth was I going to do. Here I was leading her into the apartment, so she could wait for Charlie to come back home. This was a terrible idea.

She sat down at the kitchen table. She looked good, but not happy. "I'm so sorry," she said. "It's just that I haven't been able to reach Sam for a long time. I'm afraid something might have happened to him." "I'm sure he's fine," I said trying to sound comforting. It was kind of hard. Mom had always been good and kind. She loved me, I knew that much, it's just whenever she had a boyfriend, she changed. I seemed less important than them. But deep down I knew she cared for me. I absentmindedly stroked my belly, as I thought about my own baby.

"When are you due?" she asked, jolting me from my thoughts. "Oh... about mid-April," I said. She smiled. Everything felt super awkward now. In the silence, I heard her sniffle, and I saw her wiping away some more tears.

"I'm sorry," she said again. "It's just... I was never the greatest mom, and... I really want to talk to my boy and tell him I'm sorry. I should have been around more, and been more supportive." She was clearly distraught. She probably though I was dead or something. I sat down at the table and gently patted her hand. "Relax Cindy, I'm sure he's alright and knows you care about him." She looked up at me. "What?" "I said I'm sure he's fine..." "No. You... You called me Cindy." I froze. Shit. "I don't think I gave you my name," she said, pulling back her hand. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, this was not good. "You know something about my Sam don't you?"