Mary Goes Black Part4: Mary is pregnant with Phil
Phil and Mary have been seeing each other for about 4 months and have been spending every Wednesday night together and also some weekends. During this time I was seeing Debbie pretty regularly and also Sandy, another black lady from work. Actually, without knowing that I had been intimate with several black co-workers Sandy came up to me one day and asked if I date black women. I said I have in the past, but I am married now. I always found that keeping things secret and never boasting about how I slept with this one or that one was the best philosophy and it was.
Anyway, one night Debbie asks me to have a baby with her. She knew that Mary had all those miscarriages and it was the only thing that made us sad. She said, “Let me give you a son.” I said to let me think about it. That Thursday night when Mary and I were together I told her about it. Remember, we told each other absolutely everything. She said she knew how disappointed I was that we didn’t have any c***dren. I said I was thinking about this all day and had an idea. What if she stopped her birth control and let Phil make her pregnant. Maybe a black baby would be stronger and stay in her 9 months and she wouldn’t have a miscarriage. I know that many don’t believe this and I really hope you do. How can a white husband tell his white wife to have a black baby, but this is 100% the truth and I never have regretted it. We both said this was a really big decision so let’s keep talking about it and then decide. Also, I was to tell Debbie not right now, but maybe in a couple of months. Anyway, One day when I was with Sandy she said to me that she knew that Debbie wanted to have my baby. She thought that if she did I would leave Mary and be with her. She just didn’t understand how much Mary and I loved each other and that my being with other women had nothing to do with this.
After a couple of weeks talking and discussing everything we decided to go ahead with her stopping birth control and trying with Phil. She was on the pill and you can’t just stop it anytime you want you have to finish the month out and this even gave us more time to think about it. We decided to go ahead and she didn’t start the pill again. Now as we all know there is only a certain time in your cycle that you are able to conceive so when that time can when I was with Mary she would use her diaphragm. I hate condoms. I also suggested that she plan a weekend away with Phil in the middle of her cycle, which she did. I have to tell you, our sex during this time was incredible, phenomenal. There is no adjective to properly describe it.
I asked her if she had told Phil and she said no, she was afraid he would stop seeing her. I kept asking her and she kept saying soon, I’ll tell him soon. After the first month of trying she got her period. We were disappointed, but after being on the pill for so long it wasn’t unexpected. So we tried again next month. Same result. Fortunately as they say, third time was the charm, but she still didn’t tell him, which I thought was terribly wrong.
The day she had a positive test she called me at work. We were so excited and happy it was indescribable, but she still hadn’t told him. I told her that the next time they were together she simply must tell him. That was 2 days later. They had just finished making love and she told him. She said he went ballistic. He didn’t believe her that I had suggested it and knew all about it. He dressed quickly and left. Mary called me at work to tell me about his reaction and was hysterical. I said no problem that I would handle it. I would call him and thank him and put him at ease. When I got home Mary said she called him and he just hung up on her. He was screaming what did you do? You ruined everything. I spent so long trying to calm her down that it got too late to call him and I promised her I would call him when I got home the next day.
The next day Mary called me at work again, this time crying her head off that she tried to call him, but his daughter answered his phone and said that Phil had passed away in his sleep that night. He had a brain aneurism. To never come near their family again or she would personally kill her. Called her a fucking white whore and told her to go home to her husband and threatened to tell me everything. Mary was so beside herself. I had to leave work. She said that it was her fault he died, that she gave him the aneurism. I have never seen her like this, even when her parents passed away, because she blamed herself for him dying. She was shaking uncontrollably. I was really concerned about her state. Plus she was with c***d and I was right.
About one month after Phil passed she had another miscarriage while I was at work. She had called 911 and my sister, who called me and I rushed to the hospital. When I got there one of the ER nurses told me she would be OK that they would keep her over night because she had lost a lot of blood. A short time late the doctor that did her D & C came in to see me and asked me to go with him so that we could speak in private. He said I need to tell you something that is very troubling. I thought he was going to tell me that because of the numerous miscarriages she had that she shouldn’t ever get pregnant again, but no and remember this is in 1976, not today. He told me to sit down this is terrible news, I thought oh my God she is going to die. He then said I really don’t know how to tell you this, but your wife was pregnant with a black baby. I had to play along and act distraught. So I said no you have to be mistaken. Not my Mary. She would never do something like that. He said he was absolutely correct and if I wanted to I could ask the nurses that assisted him. They were treating her horribly. When I got home that night I couldn’t believe the amount of blood all over our bedroom and bathroom. There was no way to clean this up. When Mary came home she was in such a state of depression. Nothing I tried seemed to help. It looked like even though we had so much love for each other we would never have a baby.
Anyway, one night Debbie asks me to have a baby with her. She knew that Mary had all those miscarriages and it was the only thing that made us sad. She said, “Let me give you a son.” I said to let me think about it. That Thursday night when Mary and I were together I told her about it. Remember, we told each other absolutely everything. She said she knew how disappointed I was that we didn’t have any c***dren. I said I was thinking about this all day and had an idea. What if she stopped her birth control and let Phil make her pregnant. Maybe a black baby would be stronger and stay in her 9 months and she wouldn’t have a miscarriage. I know that many don’t believe this and I really hope you do. How can a white husband tell his white wife to have a black baby, but this is 100% the truth and I never have regretted it. We both said this was a really big decision so let’s keep talking about it and then decide. Also, I was to tell Debbie not right now, but maybe in a couple of months. Anyway, One day when I was with Sandy she said to me that she knew that Debbie wanted to have my baby. She thought that if she did I would leave Mary and be with her. She just didn’t understand how much Mary and I loved each other and that my being with other women had nothing to do with this.
After a couple of weeks talking and discussing everything we decided to go ahead with her stopping birth control and trying with Phil. She was on the pill and you can’t just stop it anytime you want you have to finish the month out and this even gave us more time to think about it. We decided to go ahead and she didn’t start the pill again. Now as we all know there is only a certain time in your cycle that you are able to conceive so when that time can when I was with Mary she would use her diaphragm. I hate condoms. I also suggested that she plan a weekend away with Phil in the middle of her cycle, which she did. I have to tell you, our sex during this time was incredible, phenomenal. There is no adjective to properly describe it.
I asked her if she had told Phil and she said no, she was afraid he would stop seeing her. I kept asking her and she kept saying soon, I’ll tell him soon. After the first month of trying she got her period. We were disappointed, but after being on the pill for so long it wasn’t unexpected. So we tried again next month. Same result. Fortunately as they say, third time was the charm, but she still didn’t tell him, which I thought was terribly wrong.
The day she had a positive test she called me at work. We were so excited and happy it was indescribable, but she still hadn’t told him. I told her that the next time they were together she simply must tell him. That was 2 days later. They had just finished making love and she told him. She said he went ballistic. He didn’t believe her that I had suggested it and knew all about it. He dressed quickly and left. Mary called me at work to tell me about his reaction and was hysterical. I said no problem that I would handle it. I would call him and thank him and put him at ease. When I got home Mary said she called him and he just hung up on her. He was screaming what did you do? You ruined everything. I spent so long trying to calm her down that it got too late to call him and I promised her I would call him when I got home the next day.
The next day Mary called me at work again, this time crying her head off that she tried to call him, but his daughter answered his phone and said that Phil had passed away in his sleep that night. He had a brain aneurism. To never come near their family again or she would personally kill her. Called her a fucking white whore and told her to go home to her husband and threatened to tell me everything. Mary was so beside herself. I had to leave work. She said that it was her fault he died, that she gave him the aneurism. I have never seen her like this, even when her parents passed away, because she blamed herself for him dying. She was shaking uncontrollably. I was really concerned about her state. Plus she was with c***d and I was right.
About one month after Phil passed she had another miscarriage while I was at work. She had called 911 and my sister, who called me and I rushed to the hospital. When I got there one of the ER nurses told me she would be OK that they would keep her over night because she had lost a lot of blood. A short time late the doctor that did her D & C came in to see me and asked me to go with him so that we could speak in private. He said I need to tell you something that is very troubling. I thought he was going to tell me that because of the numerous miscarriages she had that she shouldn’t ever get pregnant again, but no and remember this is in 1976, not today. He told me to sit down this is terrible news, I thought oh my God she is going to die. He then said I really don’t know how to tell you this, but your wife was pregnant with a black baby. I had to play along and act distraught. So I said no you have to be mistaken. Not my Mary. She would never do something like that. He said he was absolutely correct and if I wanted to I could ask the nurses that assisted him. They were treating her horribly. When I got home that night I couldn’t believe the amount of blood all over our bedroom and bathroom. There was no way to clean this up. When Mary came home she was in such a state of depression. Nothing I tried seemed to help. It looked like even though we had so much love for each other we would never have a baby.
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