Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 97337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
I was beginning to think things were going way too smoothly for us, that everything was just sliding into place with way too much ease, and I started waiting for the other shoe to drop.
I’ve never been a pessimist, I learned that shit from her. I spent so much time reassuring her until she got her head on straight, and then I became the worrier. And by the day we went to the doctor’s appointment almost a week later, I was expecting to be disappointed.
She on the other hand has been pretending that nothing was going on. One moment she’d pretend it wasn’t a thing and the next she’s be making plans for what if.
She’d even stuffed a pillow under her top once to give me an idea of what she would look like. But she didn’t think she was pregnant and didn’t necessarily want to talk about it.
Not once though did she object to the fact that I kept fucking her without protection and when I brought it up last night, while I was buried in her snatch for the third time that day, she said she’d grown used to it to cumming inside her and didn’t want that to change. Such an innocent.
Her argument when I tell her she’s not making any sense is that it’s not that easy to get pregnant. Her mom apparently had waited years to have her so she has it in her head that she’s the same.
So imagine her surprise when the smiling doctor gave us the news that she was already three months pregnant. That takes us all the way back to the first time we fucked or very close.
I couldn’t see her face because all the emotion I’d been bottling up inside these last few days hit me at once and my eyes got cloudy. I couldn’t deal with my shit though because she was about to freak.
“Head between your knees baby, breathe.” I listened to the rest of what the doctor had to say while rubbing her back as she breathed in and out, and accepted all the little pamphlets. I even made the next appointment, all while Lizzie stayed quiet, staring into space.
She held onto my hand on the ride home and I had to help her into the house once we got there. She sat on the couch sipping the bottle of water I got for her still not saying a word.
I sat next to her and waited. I hadn’t really had time to process since I’d been so worried about her. “Drake?”
“Yeah!”
“What’re we gonna do?”
“What do you mean?” She turned to face me, shifting her body around on the couch.
“Your mother is not going to be happy. We’re moving in a couple of months, you’re starting school I have a new job and….”
She started to hyperventilate. It’s true I hadn’t thought of any of that when I set out on my quest to breed her, but I didn’t see the problem.
Maybe I’m being too much of a guy, my thought process might be a little off since she’s the one who has to carry the baby. “You know I’ll be right there with you right, that there’s nothing for you to be afraid of.”
“But, what if you change your mind? What if it’s too much too soon? What if…”
“Hey, look at me.” I waited for her to look me in the eye. “Whose idea was this? Who’s the one who left the box of condoms on the nightstand each and every time? That’s not gonna happen.”
“And you left out one very important thing about the future, we’re getting married remember? It doesn’t matter that we’re young, so were my parents, so were my grandparents for that matter. This is not a big deal not if you want it.”
I’m thinking she was remembering the days when she had to go it alone. When she had no one beside her, and I understood that every once in a while I’d have to remind her that things had changed. It had only been a few months after all. And a lot has happened between us.
“Now why don’t you, instead of worrying so much about everything that can go wrong, think about the joy of having a baby, our baby. Think of how smart he is going to be, and that he’ll look like his dad.” I twirled my eyebrows at her trying to make her laugh.
“She!”
“Huh?”
“You said he, it could be a she.” That one stopped
me in my tracks. “I hadn’t thought of that.” And I’m not about to. As life goes, she was finally coming out of her funk and I was the one starting to silently freak the fuck out.
She got up off the couch and walked around the room but I couldn’t hear shit she was saying. Now why the hell did she have to go and put that shit in my head? This whole time, I never once considered that the baby could be anything but male, silly I know, but what the hell?