Saving Her Billionaire

She dressed up nicely. She wanted to look pretty for her ex girlfriend. She wondered why this was. Was she subconsciously trying to attract Ruth? She thought that this was very possible, because she was definitely still attracted to her. She did not want to send the wrong message, however. She did not want Ruth to think that Phoebe was dressing nicely because she definitely wanted her back because this was simply not the case. It was a lot more complicated than that.

Phoebe then realized that she was wearing the shoes she had worn when she had last met Ruth. She did not know why this had happened, she did not know why her body had naturally gravitated towards the shoes that she had worn when she had left the person that she was just about to meet. Was it a sign? Did it mean anything? If it was a sign, if it did mean something, what could it possibly mean?

There was so much confusion that Phoebe simply could not stand it. She was starting to get a headache, and this headache was starting to pound against her skull with a ferocity that was intimidating. She wanted to stop. She wanted to just hide under her covers and sleep for the next few days because all of this emotional turmoil was starting to make her feel extremely exhausted.

She sighed and realized that it was time to leave for the restaurant that she was meeting Ruth at. She left, her heart heavy with the knowledge that this conversation she was about to have with her ex girlfriend was going to have serious implications on the rest of her life.

She drove to the restaurant and upon entering it began to look around for Ruth. She could not see her anywhere, then she realized she was looking in the wrong place. Ruth would never sit in a seat that was not by the window, because she enjoyed looking outside while she was eating. Phoebe scanned the window seats and then finally spotted her, the girl she had once been in love with, the girl that she was probably still in love with.

Ruth looked much the same as she had when Phoebe had last seen her. She had the same gorgeous brown curls, the same golden Latina skin that Phoebe had loved to touch and, in their kinkier moments, lick. She thought back to the first time she had seen Ruth. She had been struck by how beautiful she had been, how beautiful she still was. She had never thought that anybody could be this beautiful.

Ruth was looking out the window, possibly trying to spot Phoebe before she came in. Phoebe admired her former girlfriend’s cheekbones. They were high and aristocratic, the cheekbones that you would expect to see on the face of a member of the royal family rather than someone that worked as a physician’s assistant in a hospital. Phoebe wondered if Ruth had the same job. She had hated it once. She had hated the fact that her job required her to help people that were sick because she got really negatively affected by all of the vibes that they gave off. Phoebe had found this odd, and it had led her to believe that Ruth was not a very empathetic person which was not entirely untrue.

She walked up to Ruth and sat down. Ruth looked at her, the expression on her face similar to the expression one would have while meeting a relative that they thought had been dead. The expression on her face was a mixture of awe and wonderment. Phoebe realized that a big part of that expression was also joy. Ruth was genuinely happy to see Phoebe sitting in front of her, she was genuinely happy to have before her, the girl that she had once loved with all her heart. It made Phoebe happy that someone was so happy to see her.

“Hi,” said Ruth. “You look so beautiful.”

Phoebe felt her heart skip a beat. She felt the pounding of her heart increase after this skipped beat and she started to feel faint. How could Ruth still have this affect on her after all this time? It was a clear sign that Phoebe was in love with her. It was a clear sign that Ruth was in love with her too, because no one can affect someone in this way unless they have strong emotions towards them.

“Thank you,” said Phoebe. “You look really beautiful too, you know. Pretty much exactly the way I remember you.”

“It hasn’t been that long,” said Ruth with a chuckle. “You look even more beautiful. Radiant, in a way. You’re glowing.”

Phoebe realized that this was because she was pregnant and she felt stressed out. This was something that she absolutely had to tell Ruth before she proceeded with anything else, because Ruth deserved to know something like this. It was in direct opposition to the reason they had broken up, after all. It was important because it might affect the way the rest of the conversation would go.

“Ruth,” said Phoebe in a cautious voice. She thought that it would be best to get this out of the way immediately. “Before we talk about anything else, I think you should know something. I’m pregnant.”

Ruth looked at her, utterly dumbstruck. The joy seemed to leach from her face and it left behind it a look of utter bafflement and confusion.

“You’re… you’re pregnant?” she asked. “How?”

“Well,” said Phoebe, looking down. “I had s*x with a guy and I wasn’t careful. He came inside me, I wasn’t on the pill. One thing led to another and there you have it. I’m pregnant now. Who would have figured, right?”

“So did you find out too late to get it aborted?” asked Ruth. She seemed genuinely concerned, probably because she still thought of Phoebe as that person who had a morbid fear of settling down, who did not want to even have to think about having a family because the thought of having a child that she would have to take care of gave her anxiety.