Caravel Pregnant at any price!

1. Auflage 2021
ISBN: 978-2-322-41882-4
Verlag: BoD - Books on Demand
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: 6 - ePub Watermark

E-Book, Englisch, Band 2, 214 Seiten

Reihe: Julia

Julia, single at 33, dreams of love with a big L and to have children. The day when Jean, her gay best friend and lifetime fantasy admits that he regrets never doing it with a girl, a crazy idea flourishes in Julia's mind.

Since she composed her first song at the age of 20, June Caravel has laid her soul bare on the paper and never looked back, persuaded that the expression of her personal world could have a universal call. Her deeply moving voice, burning and sensual that she delivers without concessions in her music, can also be found differently in her writings which mix romance, suspense and humour. June Caravel got started on stage with the band Bluwheel, when after auditioning to integrate the Fusion Rock band. Quickly the members of Bluwheel push June to write her own songs in English, which she would never have done on her own. This impulsion gives her the courage to start writing her own songs on the piano in a soul-pop style. In 2009, she got an idea for a screenplay: she will write 4 others thereafter. Then in 2014, she reads about an erotic short stories contest, which will spark the idea of her first romance. She develops a pop sensuality style in her 4 records and more than 300 songs, 3 novels and 5 screenplays. June Caravel can be listened to on all streaming platforms, her books can be ordered online or in bookshops and her screenplays can be read on demand.

Autoren/Hrsg.

Caravel, June

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CHAPTER 2
ONE GLASS TOO MANY I am not one of those girls who remain friends with their exes. To me a male friend is something fishy. There’s always–as far as I’m concerned–something sexually implied in any male-female relationship. I had always been attracted to my best friend, John. But here’s the thing: he’s gay and he’s never been tempted to try it with a girl, so it was the only masculine friendship I had allowed myself. John has been living for five years with Matthias and I do get along very well with both of them. So when they asked me to round for a week-end in their Normandy cottage, I was glad about the change of air. I think I have never admitted to John that I had always been attracted to him. What would it have changed anyway? I wasn’t even fuckable for him. It had always intrigued me that he was never attracted to the opposite sex. As far as I’m concerned, I had had a moment of doubt at about 17, when I kissed the best friend of my then boyfriend in a sort of improvised threesome. I had thought kissing a girl was ok–it was a bit like kissing a man– but the rest was really too weird! At least I was sure of something: I wasn’t a lesbian. As a result, I couldn’t understand why John didn’t even try, not even to know if he was bisexual. The three of us were sitting on the sofa in their cottage at Le Tréport talking about my latest short-lived conquests in categories 1 and 2, laughing rather than crying about it, when all of a sudden John said: "In the end, I kind of would have wanted to see what it’s like with a girl…" Matthias opened his eyes wide and said to John: "But you always said you were never interested in women." I added: "It’s true, why do you change your mind all of a sudden? John stared at his feet and replied: "I don’t know, I thought it would be a pity to die without having lived that experience. After all Matthias, you had a girlfriend yourself." Matthias defended himself: "Yes, but when we tried, it was a disaster. I couldn’t even fuck her. I knew I was gay and that I was lying to myself. Poor girl..." John kept staring at his feet and said: "I just said it like that." Then he changed the subject, but it was too late. The damage was done. My best friend whom I’d always fancied and who’d sworn he would never experiment, admitting he was tempted all of a sudden? I didn’t need more for a crazy idea to flourish in my mind: why should we not have a child together, me and my gay best friend? Especially when we had sworn after a night when I had drunk far too much that if we had no kids ten years later, then we would have one together! And those ten years had gone by! What an ideal combination! I have known him for twelve years. I am fairly certain he’s STD free. He’s gorgeous so the kid will be beautiful and when I get tired of hearing my child cry, I will give him to not one but two men who can care for him. The ticking of my biological clock would be gone… We could live all together in the same house and raise this child. I knew Matthias didn’t want to have children, whereas John had always wanted kids but had given up the idea. But if I could make an old fantasy come true, then why not? I didn’t realize that if I carried out this crazy idea, I would have to give up on the man of my dreams that I was so desperate to find. But the biological clock kept ticking and I knew I wanted to be pregnant at any cost. I tossed and turned all night in bed, searching for ways to ask my best friend and his partner if they wanted to form a "family" with me. But I had to probe Matthias to find out if he had changed his mind. I needed to be careful. The morning after-as the night had not brought advice and diverted me from this project-I took advantage of the time John was having a shower to put the tricky question: "Tell me Matthias, you are still against the idea of having children, both of you?" "Er... no. I think John gave up on the idea. He knows I don’t want any and I think he’s ok with it now." "Ah, it’s strange, I thought it was one of his great regrets." "Not anymore. He understood that a child comes with a lot of responsibilities, that we couldn’t go away on weekends whenever we want like we do so often, that we could not sleep anymore..." Shit, this conversation didn’t go at all in the direction I thought it would... "What about you? Matthias asked. Last time I saw you, you kept talking about this new technique to freeze your eggs. Did you do it in the end?" "No." "You keep on waiting for the big love." "Yes and at the same time I don’t think he will come anymore. It’s been two years now that the so-called man of my life left me, and honestly, I only throw myself at men who are panicked about commitment. Seriously this is the bad thing about this generation. Nobody wants to marry, let alone move in together or have children. I don’t know where you find men who want to start a family, but they don’t seem to be in Paris." "I’m not worried about you You will find him." "You are all so sweet to say this. OK but when? I was convinced that at 30, everything would be under control: a loving partner, two kids and a successful career. Seriously, it’s depressing." "You’ll see, you will find him. As a matter of fact, John and I wanted to introduce you to someone. We’re going to have lunch with him tomorrow. He’s a friend of ours. I’m sure you’re going to love him! And to top it all, he loves children." "Who’s that?!" "Tsss. I have said too much already, it’s a surprise…" After that conversation with Matthias, I had called my best friend Luana. Once we had returned from Mexico, she had settled down quickly and had her first child soon after. "Hey Luana, how are you?" "I’m fine and you? I have terrific news for you." From her tone, what she was going to say was obvious. "You are pregnant with your second child?" "How did you guess?" "I don’t know. Intuition. Congratulations!" And there it was: the twinge. Like every time a friend told me she was pregnant. I was mad at myself to think this when I should have felt only bliss for them. But deep inside of me, I was envious and so jealous. They had succeeded where I had failed miserably. They had their loving partner and kids too. And I was still at the same point. I let go of my inner torment for a moment to ask: "When are you due?" "Well, I should have waited before telling you because it’s only been a month. But I was so impatient to break the news that my boyfriend told me: "Ok, but you only say it to your best friend." "I promise I won’t say a word. And are you OK? Do you have any unpleasant symptoms?" "I have terrible morning sickness. Nothing like my first pregnancy that went without a hitch. You’ll see when it’s your turn..." How I hated this sentence... As if my best friend and all the others could predict that it would happen for me too. Given my situation, nothing was less sure. "You know, I’m with a gay couple for the weekend so..." "Oh, you’re with Matthias and John? Sorry, I don’t feel well." She had hung up without saying goodbye… At least the only thing I could rejoice about while being single, was that I didn’t feel sick and that I could enjoy a weekend by the sea with friends. We spent the rest of the day walking along the coast without talking about babies. I realized I had once more built some castles in the air, a little bit too hastily as always. Now that I really thought about it, it would be complicated with the custody of the child, we would have to live the three of us together and most of all Matthias would have to change his mind on the subject. It was not going to happen. That evening, my crazy imagination was already invaded by an altogether different matter: my curiosity for that bachelor friend had reached its peak. I had tried to know more but John and Matthias were determined to say no more. "At least you could tell me what he looks like!" "You’ll see!" "But why haven’t I ever met him before?" "Because it’s not been long since we started seeing him regularly." "But why don’t you say anything? I won’t be able to wait until tomorrow. Do you have a picture? A clue, something?" "No." "But he lives in Normandy?" "Julia, no more questions about our mystery man, it’s time for an apéritif! And that’s more important right now, isn’t it?" The sun was setting. We went to the café just off the beach, where we go every time I spend a weekend in their cottage at Le Tréport. The kind with sea decorations everywhere, lighthouse pictures, marine knots, model ships, the lot! We were practically the only customers apart from two old men at the bar and the café owner: Martin. The Paris Saint Germain vs. Caen soccer game was on at 8.30pm and the regulars would come a little later. Martin welcomed us with a big smile. "Hello you Parisians, we haven’t seen you for quite a while!" "Don’t shout too loudly, there’s a Paris Saint Germain vs. Caen game on tonight. We try to go unnoticed." "Oh, but that’s impossible my dears. We can recognize...