Free Unspeakable Proposal by Brenda Stokes Lee Page B

names yet?”
    “Yeah! John! His name will be John.” Hope blurted out without really even thinking.
    For the first time since they entered the room Quanique made eye contact with Hope. Examining her with the precision of an electron microscope, she eyed her before addressing the tech. “No, actually, I don’t have a clue what I’m going to call him. I just assumed it was a girl. I’ll have to ask his dad what he wants to do.”
    “Yeah! That’s probably a good idea. Men tend to get a little territorial when it comes to naming their son. Well, give me a minute and I’ll print you a picture of his son you can give to him.” Barbara smiled as she finished up the scan.
    “Excuse me… Is there a public restroom on this floor? That last cup of coffee I drank has me running.” Hope interrupted.
    “Oh sure… Just go right through that door and then down the hall on the left.”
    “Thanks Barbara. Quanique I’ll wait for you in the waiting room.” Hope said as she gathered her coat and purse and headed for the door.
    “Alright. I’ll be out in a few.” Quanique callously waved her off as she continued to stare at the sonogram screen. “So that fluttering right there… That’s the heart right?”
    Hope could not stand to be in that room a second longer. She bolted out the door like someone had unleashed a pack of bees in her anus. Running for the bathroom, sobbing all the way, she got as far away from Quanique as she could. Closing and locking the bathroom door behind her, she covered her mouth and screamed as loud as she could.  Suddenly becoming physically ill from the thought of her husband’s son in Quanique’s womb, she vomited violently into the toilet.
    The reality of the situation hit her and slapped her as hard and as cold as the abdominal snowman’s dick. Quanique was seriously entertaining the thought of keeping their baby. A thousand things ran through Hope’s mind faster than the speed of light. She had no clue what to do.  Sure, they had a contract but legally Quanique could fight it and win because she was the biological mother of the baby. Hope wasn’t sure what to do, but what she wanted to do was to go back in that sonogram room and stick her size eight and a half, five hundred dollar, six inch stiletto up Quanique’s two dollar whoring ass!
    Quickly finding the dignity and strength to somehow pull herself together, Hope washed her face, reapplied her makeup and went to the waiting room to meet Quanique. Fifteen minutes had elapsed and Quanique was all but patiently waiting for her.
    “What took you so long? You must seriously have the bubble guts. You don’t look to o good.”
    Now, at this point Hope was less than a hot New York second from putting her fist in Quanique’s grill and she knew it. Fear of imprisonment for beating a pregnant bitch's ass was the only damn thing that stopped her from knocking Quanique the fuck out right in the doctor’s office! So, she chilled. 
    “I have to go, so our lunch date is off. You and I need to talk, but not right now. I’ll have my assistant call and reschedule for early next week. That should give you sufficient time to strongly consider what you are doing.”
    “What are you talking about?”
    “I understand your body is probably going through all types of changes and I’m sure you are probably just hormonal… So, I’m going to allow that little grand standing stunt you just pulled in there a while ago to slide this time. But the next time you put my husband’s name in your damn mouth in my presence I am going to slap it out! Don’t let the fucking Prada fool you! I will unleash a back woods, dirty south ass whipping on your fat little ass so quick you won’t even know what or who hit you! So, fuck with me again Quanique and see what happens!” Hope hissed in Quanique’s ear before abruptly leaving.
    Quanique instantly felt the full chill of Hope’s unremitting wrath. The three blind mice could see Hope was fucking pissed to