years. That ainât long enough to restrain myself from kickinâ some church folk butt if anybody says the wrong thing to me about my situation.â
âIâm sure Sister Unique felt the same way when she got pregnant with the twins knowing she already had three children by three different fathers,â Norman was quick to remind Paige.
âBut . . .â Paigeâs words trailed off when she realized that there was no but.
âIf God did it for Unique, if He pulled her through, what in the world makes you think He wonât do it for you?â
âBut . . .â Again, Paige knew there was no but. Norman was speaking the truth right now, and it was actually starting to soften Paigeâs heart toward the matter.
âBut God,â Norman said, sitting down next to Paige and taking her hands into his.
âI know it sounds weak and shallow, but I do care about what people think of me. I hear people say all the time that they donât care what people think of them, but they are lying. Half the things we do in life we do because of other people. We donât buy that nice pair of pants not because we donât like how we look in them, but we are concerned with how other people will think we look in them. âDoes my butt look big?ââ Paige mocked. âAs long as you like how your behind looks in it, buy the dang pants! But no, we concern ourselves with what others think we will look like. The things we do, the things we say, even the decisions we make somehow are always influenced by what other people will think.â
âThen if what people think, about you running around as a divorced woman pregnant, is a big part of the reason why you want an abortion, that and the fact that you donât want to raise your child alone without a father, then I think I have the perfect solution.â A smile crept across Normanâs lips and Paige braced herself for his bright idea that had already lit up his face.
Chapter Four
Paige gripped her stomach as she slid off the couch. She couldnât control her laughter. Just moments ago she felt as if she may never laugh again, and now here she was feeling as if she may never stop laughing. âAhhhh, haaaaaaa, ahhhhhh,â Paige roared as tears of laughter fell from her eyes.
âCome on, whatâs so funny?â Norman said, feigning a smile to hide the agitation he was feeling from Paigeâs reaction to his suggestion.
âYou. Youâre whatâs so funny.â Paige continued to laugh. She twisted and rolled from left to right as she laughed uncontrollably. âOh my goodness, Norman. You are a good friend,â she said as she attempted to get her laughter under control. âThank you so much for cheering me up. I really needed that laugh.â Her laughter subsided as she looked to Norman, who wore a dead serious look on his face. âWait,â Paige said as she ceased her laughter all together. âYou werenât . . . you werenât serious were you?â The stoic look on Normanâs face let her know that he very much had been. âYou were. You were serious.â Paige couldnât help but to holler out laughing again.
âIt wasnât that farfetched of a suggestion,â Norman said with an attitude, displaying his disdain at Paigeâs reaction.
âIâm sorry. Iâm sorry,â Paige said, trying her best to stop laughing, but little chuckles still made their way out.
âJust forget it. Never mind. I was simply trying to help is all.â
Paige stood as she managed to stop laughing completely. âReally, I know you are only trying to help and I appreciate your offer to make an honest woman out of me, but seriously, Norman, I know that was just a desperate effort to keep me from getting an abortion.â She looked at Norman. âMe marry you?â She pointed from herself to Norman and cried out, âJesus, take the wheel!â And