She chooses the now option.

Jennifer's mind was filled with thoughts of being alone for the rest of her life. She knew all too well that it was only a matter of time before Steve would dump her.

She had fucked Steve almost every day since she started stripping, and he had never shown much interest in actually having a relationship with her when she was single and not much when she started dating John.

But once she married John, her boss became much more interested. He wanted what he couldn't have; he didn't really want her. He wanted to cuckold her husband more than he wanted to be with her.

After a life of being popular, having near-constant parties, sex, and ****, the thought of being alone was too much for her.

Her mother saw it on her daughter's face, so she let her pass. She saw the realization of her words; it had worked.

Once in the living room, Jennifer looked straight at Steve. "Ah, I am sorry to ask, but can you take me home. And I mean my actual home, my home with my husband John."

Both her father and Steve looked as if their jaws might hit the floor. "Oh, yeah, of course," Steve replied.

They quickly gathered their things, and they left. Jennifer's mother suggested they leave Stevie with them, at least for a week or two, until things settled down.

As Jennifer walked out the front door, she heard her father yell, "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY TO HER."

Jennifer knew her dad wasn't much of a yeller; he was a lover, not a fighter. That was odd, but her mother could handle herself.

It was a long, silent ride back to John's house. Jennifer had Steve drop her off about two blocks away from her house so as not to make this any harder than it already was going to be.

It started raining when she got out of the car, but Jennifer didn't care at that moment.

"I don't want my husband to see you anymore, Steve," Jennifer explained. "I made a lot of mistakes, and you were my biggest. I have to go try to make this right."

With two rings of the doorbell, she hoped she was on the path to starting anew in her life with John, of recovering what had been lost.

John's face looked broken and ghost-white as he opened the door. "Oh, Jennifer, it's you." It had been over four weeks since they had seen each other, and he didn't even smile.

At this moment, it didn't look like his face was capable of a smile. He looked dead inside; Jennifer hoped that wouldn't last. She hoped to meet the warm and kind man she had married again. She hated that she had done this to him.

Jennifer faked a smile as rain fell down on her. "Yes, it's me, John. Can I come in?"

"Oh, yeah, of course. Ah, where's Steve." He moved a lot of the way, allowing her to pass by him, "And where is our son?"

Jennifer replied, "There is no more, Steve and there never will be again. And Stevie is Steve's son, not yours. We will figure out how to handle that. She could tell he didn't believe her about Steve; of course, he wouldn't believe her. This wasn't the first time she said she was done with him.

The tone in John's voice did not change. "That's sad; you really liked him."

He pauses, waiting for Jennifer to say something, but she says nothing, so after a minute of awkwardness, he turns his back to her." The girls at the club told me you went to your parents with him."

"Oh, you go to the club often?" Jennifer asked, but not angrily.

John replied, "I go every day or so to check up on you. I get the information I want and leave. It normally takes about five minutes."

Jennifer looks down at the floor. "Oh, ok." She would not have been angry if he had gone to see some beautiful women; what right would she have to do that? But of course, he didn't; of course, he was noble.

John replied, "So you went to your father's. Does that mean you're expecting?"

Jennifer twists her foot on the carpet floor. "Last night was the only recent time, and probably the last time I was with him, so I don't know. Maybe."

"I am going to take a morning-after pill later today; I am not going to carry my father's child."

John: "Last time, does that mean you gave up sex."

Jennifer lifts her eyes to the back of John's head, "No, but it does mean when I do it again, it will only be with you."

John looked over towards Stevy's crib. "Look, Jennifer, I have told you this before. Sex with me is not going to happen."

Jennifer quickly just hugs him from behind. "It's not never, just not right now. We just have to work on it together."

"If I ever carry another child, John, it will be yours, and I will never have sex with anyone else again." Jennifer continued, forcing a smile.