He trapped me!

by Prettygirl, Spanaway, WA

My husband and I were friends in high school. Eleven years later I was visiting with a friend of mine who told me that Jack had a crush on me in high school. I started thinking about Jack and looked him up in the reverse directory at work. I found his name and called him praying that a female would not answer the phone.

“Hello,” a pretty voice said after a few rings.
“Uh, is Jack there?” I said.
“Which one?” she asked.
“The 3rd?” I questioned not sure where that came from.
“No, he does not live here, let me give you his #, 555-1487,” she told me.

I hung up, dialed the number and said the same prayer, don’t let a woman answer. “Hello” a delicious sounding male voice said over the phone line.

That was the beginning of a 12 hour conversation. We got off the phone at 8 AM. At 8:45 AM my door bell rang, there stood Jack. We spent the entire day together and the next and the next etc. We talked about everything, our past relations (bad marriages), our kids, our future, and mainly how neither of us was ready for a relationship. Friends with benefits would be fine, but not a relationship.

A month later, I went to the doctor. I am exhausted, falling asleep at work, must be my thyroid, runs in the family. All test come back negative. The doctor came in and told me that I am pregnant. I started bawling. How can this be? This is not who I am, this is not what I am about.

The doctor kept me there for two hours talking to me. I kept stating that I am fine, just a little shocked.

We had dinner planned for that evening. Jack wanted a home cooked meatloaf meal. When he got there, he looked at me and asked what was wrong. I told him nothing was wrong. He told me we were not together long, but he could tell when something was bothering me. I started crying and handed him the confirmation of my pregnancy.

Jack started screaming and jumping around and spinning me.
Yelling, “I’m gonna be a daddy! I’m gonna be a daddy!”

I looked at this man like he was insane. Here was the perfect opportunity for him to get out. Not to be saddled down by another child. I knew he did not want a serious relationship, and now we had a kid on the way. He could have said there is no way this can be my child and walked out the door. But he did not.
Eleven years later and married, we have a beautiful ten-year old daughter, my 17-year old son and his 13-year old daughter. A his, mine and ours. He confessed to me later, “I loved you all along. I wanted a relationship with you. Usually a woman traps a man by getting pregnant. But no, I trapped you by getting you pregnant.”