Saturday, 7 May 2011

The Not So Secret Baby...out now, baby...

“I’m pregnant.” Those were the last words Izzy Mack ever expected to say. She turned to her friend and waited for the response.
“Holy fucking hell!” Cilla Brown’s eyes were opened wide in astonishment.
Yeah, that about summed up Izzy’s own reaction when she first read the home pregnancy test. It was only when her doctor confirmed it that she had been lost for words. Izzy pushed the shoulder length brown hair from her neck. It was hot and sticky in Cairns. Long hair and humidity didn’t mix in the tropics.
“I just don’t understand how it happened.”
Cilla raised her brows. “Well, it takes a man and a woman, who are horny and—”
“I mean I’m on the pill. He used a condom.” Unexpected pregnancies happened on soap operas and in terrible millionaire-Arab-sheik-seduces-the-wholesome-virgin-nurse romance books.
“Nothing is foolproof, Iz. Condoms tear and the pill isn’t always magical in its ability to stop the body doing what it’s programmed to do.”
“I know but…”
“Yeah, you never think it will happen to you.”
But it did. Izzy, at thirty-two years of age, was preggers, up the duff, and had the proverbial bun in the oven. She thought back to the man and the moment. That was easy to do. There had been no other lovers in her life since that night five weeks ago. In fact, none for months before that. Izzy had gone cold turkey on men. While she enjoyed sex, she wanted more. And then Izzy met him.
“He said he was a prince.”
“They all do, honey, when they want sex,” quipped Cilla.
“Yeah, I know but still there was something—”
“Princely about him? Did he have a black credit card?”
“Huh?” Izzy wondered what tangent Cilla was taking.
Her friend waved her hands in the air. “Oh you know. When Prince Fredrick of Denmark met Aussie girl Mary Donaldson he pulled out a black credit card and everyone knew he was a prince.”
“That wasn’t what he pulled out that caught my attention.”