Author's Note: Thanks for the great reviews on chapter 1! I'm glad you like the story! Here's chapter 2, I hope it's not too OOC. Please review! Also, I'm not sure what to make the interval for the pregnancy, but I suspect I'll be done with the pregnancy next chapter. Should I end it there or not-- what do you think?
Maureen spent her last day in the loft with April. She felt bad that she was going to up and leave April there, alone for seven months with no one to talk to. She promised that she would call April frequently at the loft, which she knew hardly made an ounce of difference to the distraught red head.
She would have taken April with her, honestly, except she didn't think that it would be beneficial to the redhead. April needed to be in the city, she needed all of those people. It couldn't be just any city, though, either, it had to be New York. Besides, she knew April would be okay—she was in love with Roger, for heaven's sake! Maureen knew this to be true because she was very much the same way. But she couldn't stay. She couldn't risk any of her friends seeing her in the street and finding out that she was pregnant. Mark would definitely find out.
She and Benny had decided that they were going to go just about as far away as possible without getting into an environment that was too vastly different from the Village. They had decided upon San Francisco. With Allison's father's backing, they could afford this trip and Benny could afford to fly back frequently. Allison's father had already provided Benny with access to his family's fortune, and Benny had played the family card to win Mr. Grey's sympathy by telling him that his uncle was dying. Family ties were very important to Mr. Grey.
April didn't use drugs that day, other than what she needed to ward off withdrawal. Her mind was as clear and present as it ever was anymore. They made sweet, tender love and rough, desperate love that day. They went as long as they could, all day, everywhere they could. Neither wanted to miss the other, but both knew it was inevitable. They made love in the shower, on both beds, on the couch, on the floor, on the tables and counters, even in the closet and on the fire escape. It was overkill, they knew, and though they weren't really lovers, they needed a way to physically manifest and demonstrate their love and caring for one another.
They cried, smiled, laughed and screamed that day, and went through every realm of human emotion. Maureen was leaving at midnight, she was going to sneak out, but being as April was the only other person in the loft, not much sneaking would be necessary. At eleven, they lay with one another, cuddling, talking.
"Reen I wish you weren't leaving."
"I wish I didn't have to go. But there's no way that I can stay, you know that."
"Maybe the baby will be really really light..." Maureen looked into April's eyes gently, seeing the tears building up and threatening to flow over. She cupped April's face and tenderly kissed her.
"You know that won't happen, Apey. Besides, Mark is practically a fuckin' albino!" April giggled despite her tears.
"How can I fuckin' live without you?" April inquired, burying her face in Maureen's ample bosom. Maureen stroked her hair.
"You'll get over it. You're strong. And you have Roger, he loves you."
"Maureen, you know it's not the same..." Maureen raised her index finger to April's mouth.
"It's only seven months, sweetie, it's not like I'm gonna...like...die or something! I'll be back. Maybe you can visit."
"You know I can't afford that!" She cried.
"Benny can cover it...or you don't have to...I'm just saying it's not, like, the end of the world." She said in a soothing, almost motherly tone. She traced gentle circles on April's knotted back and pressed her swollen lips against April's lovingly, passionately. There was a long pause in conversation.
"Hey Reen?" Maureen dropped her hand to April's waist and absently traced patterns on it while meeting April's eyes.
"Yeah?" April's eyes were filled with tears, some of which were coursing down her face steadily. Maureen kissed the trails and April cried a little harder.
"Just...don't forget me, okay?" Maureen looked at her incredulously.
"I could never. Why would you even say a thing like that?" April looked away. Maureen's voice softened. "Hey, look at me...what's wrong?"
"It's just...it's nothing. Don't worry about it, okay?" Maureen gave her a look.
"You know I'm not gonna let you off the hook, right?" There was a knock on the door. "That's probably Benny..." she says, apologetically.
"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine." April says, choking back tears.
"No, April baby, come on, please don't do this to me." Maureen pleads, desperately. "What's wrong?" Benny knocks again. "I'll be right back, sweetie, don't go anywhere, okay?" April didn't respond. Maureen threw on her clothes and slid the door open so she and Benny could converse.
"Maureen, you ready?" She nods.
"Just...gimme a sec. I gotta clear something up." She hands Benny a small duffel bag. "Take this and wait. I'll be there in a minute, okay?" He nodded and obediently took the bag like a good puppy. She turned back around. "April?" She wasn't on the couch anymore, and Maureen got a little nervous, though she couldn't put her finger on exactly why. She knocked on the bathroom door when she heard water running.
"Go away!" Maureen rolled her eyes and pushed the door open. The lock had never worked. She found April hunched over the toilet, throwing up, her body shaking.
"April, baby..." Maureen cooed. She put her hands on April's shoulders and rubbed them soothingly, but when April finished, she pushed Maureen away and slapped her.
"Don't touch me!" Maureen looked wounded.
"What? Why?" Tears streamed out of her eyes.
"Just leave. I'll be fine." She growled coolly. Helpless and dejected, Maureen left, sobbing. Every fiber of her being screamed for her to stay, but she fought it. Each step was a battle. On the way out, she saw a note on the couch with her name on it. She picked it up, then remembered to deposit the note that she had written for Mark on the aluminum table. She took one last look around. She picked up April's shirt from the ground and hugged it. She stuffed it into her purse along with the letter, not even thinking, before leaving.
Maureen climbed into the passenger's seat of Benny's Range Rover, sobbing inconsolably. He felt helpless, but desperately wanted to make her feel better. He didn't know what was going on with her.
"Maureen, are you okay?" She glared at him. "Right, sorry. What's wrong?" She shook her head.
"It's not important. Just drive." He nodded reluctantly and started the car. He saw Mark and Roger at the corner.
"Hide!" He hissed at her. She followed his eyes and panicked. He pushed her down in her seat so she was out of view and started driving. He waved at them as he passed. Once he got a few streets away, he told her she could sit up again. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. He put a hand on her thigh and she tensed a little bit, then forced herself to relax.
"Sorry...I'm just a little out of sorts." He bit his tongue to avoid saying something rude and merely nodded. She pulled herself together relatively quickly, putting on her drama queen persona with ease. She put one of her hands on his and moved it to her pantiless crotch. He looked at her, confused, but she urged him on, so he slid into her and made her come while deftly maneuvering the SUV through the New York streets.
She slid her hand over to his erection so discreetly that he didn't notice until she brushed against it, which caused him to swerve and almost hit a trash can. She laughed evilly before going down on him.
Maureen wasn't afraid of very many things, but flying was high on the list of things that she was afraid of. Coming from Hicksville and moving to the East Village was not far enough to warrant a plane flight, obviously. She had only flown on a plane once, and that flight had only lasted about an hour. Even so, she had gotten sick.
Needless to say, it was difficult for Benny to get Maureen on the plane. In the end, he had to carry her onto the plane bridal style with her kicking and screaming all the way. But he managed to get her on the plane. They flew first class, which caused more than a few raised eyebrows, but Maureen was accustomed to that, as was anyone who had ever associated with her in public. Benny knew it was going to be a long flight.
During the flight (or rather both because they switched planes in Texas), Maureen managed to offend everyone else, more or less, in the first class section. Some people were easy to offend and her manner of dress offended them straight off the bat. Others she offended through her promoting her causes and talking loudly and crudely, not to mention badmouthing the citizens of corporate America. Fortunately, they didn't have to deal with drunk Maureen as Benny was being ever the conscientious husband figure, not allowing her to do things that pregnant women are warned against. Unfortunately, they also had to put up with her mood swings, although that only really amounted to her randomly crying more than anything else, although on occasion she did scream at the people who were starting at her or snickering.
The most offending thing, however, was when her morning sickness kicked in. The altitude changes and turbulence didn't mix well with the morning sickness. Additionally offending about the experience was Maureen's perpetual complaining. And the time that she accidentally vomited on the man sitting in front of her on the way to the bathroom. She continued on her way to the bathroom and sat there crying for close to an hour after that. Benny had to go back and get her. For the final hour of the trip, she slept, and the other people in the section were grateful.
Benny found hiself completely intrigued by the sleeping beauty beside him. Even though her pregnancy wasn't otherwise evident, her cheeks had taken on that beautiful pregnant glow. Her beautiful, crazy dark curls were splayed across the airline pillow. Her head fell lightly on his shoulder and she snored softly, so softly that even Benny, whose ear was beside her mouth could barely detect it. He couldn't help but smile.
When the plane landed, Benny gently rubbed Maureen's arm. She made a small noise and yawned. When she opened her eyes, she smiled at him.
"Were you watching me?" He cleared his throat. "You were, weren't you?" Her voice was thick with sleep and hopelessly sexy.
"Guilty." She laughed. He cleared his throat again. "We should get going." She nodded and stretched. He grabbed both of their bags from the overhead compartment, and when Maureen reached for her bag he shook his head. "I go it." She looked at him incredulously and shook her head.
"Benjamin Coffin, I don't understand you."
"Well, you're quite an enigma yourself." She rolled her eyes.
They arrived at the loft that they were staying in about half an hour later. It looked more or less like the one that they lived in in the Village, only slightly smaller and slightly nicer. The building was newer. There were no broken windows or locks, the lights worked, et cetera. It was already furnished with new things, so the couch wasn't duct taped together or anything like that. Additionally, there was a full kitchen, with a working stove and refrigerator and everything.
Maureen was essentially in heaven. She was so happy that she ran all throughout the loft and squealed. She ran up to Benny, jumped on him and kissed him.
"What happened to keeping it impersonal?" he joked. She hit him.
"Drama Queen." Before she could retaliate, he kissed her deeply. Her breath caught and she almost choked, but managed to work through it to return the kiss. He walked them over to the couch and laid her down gently. She pulled him down on to her, pressing up against him. He slid his hands under her shirt and cupped he breasts. She moaned softly.
They began to undress one another completely, then Benny brought his mouth down to suckle one of her breasts while kneading the other one and vice versa. She moaned wildly and arched her back, then he thrust into her.