Noel pouted. “You pushed me away. Saying ‘kind of’ won’t change what happened.” He said. Noel sighed. “To be perfectly honest I haven’t realized I was distant with you. I just got focused on speeding the course and the work. And being with the kids when I could.” He said. Noel thought a little. “Well, that kind of happens with non planned pregnancies. But I chose to be with you. I chose to be a father, you don’t need to be guilty about it, it was my decision.” He said looking at Marcy. “I didn’t… I mean… You told me a story of how your ex convinced you to have an abortion and that you regreatted deeply. That doesn’t imply that you want to have kids, for sure.” Noel shrugged. “What is the point of talkign about it now? We have kids. And it’s not like I can think and tell you I don’t want kids. We have them and it’s been two years. I wouldn’t have it any other way now.” He said. “We can only talk about future kids.” He said. Noel raised his eyebrows. “What is a shame money? What does it means?” He said. Noel listened to Marcy and pouted, paying attention. He sighed. “Okay… Fine. We can get a loan. And I’ll quit one of my part time jobs. And we can figure it out the rest.” He said and held Marcy’s hands, caressing it lightly.
Marcy pouted, as well. “Saying “kind of” makes lessen my situation of what I did in my head. And I know what I did”, she blinked. “And I can’t find the reason why I did it-it was probably because of what the hormones did to my body and my head and everything felt weird and uncomfortable”, she blinked fast. “And I told you all that, then”, she licked her lips, “And I pushed you probably because of that...to confirm my fear? I don’t know”, she shrugged. “Or...”, she looked down and played with her fingers. “Since I got pregnant, I felt like everything was changing. Because it definitely does...for everyone that has the baby. And....after I gave birth, as hormones started to subdue, I realized that I felt full. Like whatever happened made complete somehow and I started feeling bad, because the last time I felt like that, was before I got pregnant the last time”, she frowned. “And it was somehow...how I lost myself with it....and what I wanted...”, she sighed heavily. “And i’ve mentioned you some times before that I’m changing and I don’t like it...I was used to be more firm around people and less emotional and now...I feel like...everything is emotional and I want to cry at everything”, she made a pause, “which is probably something that mostly hormones make you feel”, she chuckled. “I want old Marcy back”.
“For sure”, she nodded. “But, I probably wanted that...to have a kid, because of that. Not exactly like how it ended up happening. Like...”, she bit her lower lip. “Do everything else and then, have kids”, she blinked. “I mean...to talk about how we are going to do from now on. What would be the next stage in our relationship? ‘Cause it wasn’t many months later, on Mya’s wedding, that you were talking about having other kids,as well”, she widened her eyes. “And I’m sure...I’m up for talking about it now, but at that moment, I couldn’t...I didn’t like myself very much, because I didn’t expect those kind of changes in my body. And to be honest, I still feel a little out of place with myself, when it comes to my body, anyway”, she sighed. “Shame money-that’s how I call it...is the money we got from the trial, after the abortion. And it was a lot...”, she blinked fast. “And I’ve talked to my parents then and we agreed that I’d use them, when something is very important and needs to be done”, she blinked fast. “And I thought this situation is right to use it-to relax for a moment”, she sighed. Marcy bit her lower lip at that and nodded.