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I grab hold of his dick and force him as deep as he will go. I want all of him. We move faster and faster. I can feel his juices starting to leak out. I don't want this to end, but I know it's going to.
A few seconds later, I feel him explode. My mouth is filled with his warm slick sweetness. I have to swallow and stand up.
Kyst catches his breath before pulling up his pants. “Wow!” he says, giving me that amazing smile again.
In that instant, I know I am completely in love with this big strong fireman, and I don't ever want to leave him. I don't know if he feels the same way about me, though, and that's what worries me.
Chapter Fifteen - Mylah
The next morning, when I wake up and get out of bed, I feel a little woozy. I steady myself and walk into the bathroom to get ready. That's weird, I think to myself. I try to put it out of my head as I wash up for the day.
By the time I am done getting cleaned up I still don't feel any better. In fact, I feel worse. I feel very sick and nauseous. Standing in the middle of the room, I know what's going to happen. I feel it, the churning in my stomach. I run back into the bathroom and shut the door. It's a while before my stomach is calm enough for me to leave the room.
As I walk into the living room, I can smell Kyst cooking breakfast. As soon as the aroma hits my nose, I feel my stomach turn and run back to the bathroom. I hope Kyst can't hear me throwing up. I do my best to hide it from him by spraying air freshener and cleaning. I start to panic because this feeling just won't go away. As far as I know, it's not a stomach bug or food poisoning. That only leaves one thing, I’m pregnant.
I can't hide the shock and fear on my face at this thought. I grab my purse and run out of the room. As I’m hurrying through the living room, Kyst is coming out of the kitchen.
“Is everything ok?” he asks, noticing my hurry.
“Yes. I just remembered I have to meet an early client at the clinic, and I don't want to be late,” I say, dashing out the door.
I hurry into town, hoping he bought that excuse. But, unfortunately, I don't have time to stop and check.
On my way to the office, I stop at the drugstore. I go through each aisle until I find what I need. I'm so nervous and filled with anxiety as I purchase the pregnancy test. I quickly throw it into my purse along with the receipt and try not to run out of the store.
I drive as quickly as I can to the temporary clinic. I unlock and turn on the lights. I'm so relieved that my client isn't expected until later, and I have all the time I need. I run upstairs to my office and lock myself in the bathroom. Then, setting my purse on the counter, I pull out the test and stare at it for a few moments.
“Am I ready for this?” I ask myself. The answer is “Yes. I need to know.”
I take the test and set it on the counter. The minutes seem to drag by as I wait for the results. My stomach turns from both nausea and anticipation of waiting. Finally, it is time. I take a deep breath. Before I lose my nerve, I grab the test off the counter and look at it. Positive, just like I thought. I'm in a daze. Even though I had a feeling it would be, it's still a shock to have it confirmed. I close the toilet and sit on the lid. My fear returns. What am I going to do now?
I look at my phone and realize with a gasp that I have been in here longer than I thought. My appointment will be here in a few minutes. I don't have time to think about Kyst right now. I need to be focused so I can take care of this dog.
I put the test and everything away and walk out of the bathroom. I head downstairs to the clinic and hang up my purse, taking a breath to calm my mind. I am just finishing setting everything up when the client walks through the door.
As I'm giving the dog a check-up, I realize it is more complicated than I thought to keep my mind focused. I keep thinking about the baby and whether or not to tell Kyst. I really don't believe that I should. I'm worried that he won't want the baby or me. Technically we are nothing, not even roommates. He never asked me to be in a relationship, so we can't say we are that either. I think he is just helping me out of the goodness of his heart, which is what we insisted on. I sigh and try to keep from crying. I force myself to focus on work. I'm scared of this whole situation and what Kysts reaction will be if he finds out.
