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My body goes stark still then, and a weird tremor weakens my bones. I try to inform my assistant that no, pregnancy isn’t a possibility, but my tongue grows thick in my mouth.
Oh shit. Could I be pregnant? After all, Brent and I try to use to protection, but there were a few times when the moment got so hot so fast that he came bare and virile inside of me. We both love the way it feels too, and to be honest, he means to pull out, but sometimes it just gets away from him. I never scold him afterwards either because I enjoy feeling that male seed spurt inside of me. The warmth of his explosion brings my climax to a whole new level, and if anything, I come even harder knowing that I’m filled with his essence. But unprotected sex has repercussions, and now, I may be carrying Brent Carson’s baby.
My mind races, trying to remember the date of my last period. My stomach churns when I realize that it hasn’t come in two months. Suddenly, everything starts to come together: the strange food cravings, my tender breasts, and the heightened emotional states that have been plaguing me lately. I thought it was the stress of opening my store, but now, I realize that it’s not stress; it’s pregnancy. Suddenly, my stomach wrenches and I violently vomit once more. If there is a baby in my belly, they’re certainly causing me a world of pain at this moment.
Yet, I want this child. My hand goes protectively to my stomach and I rub the softness there. He or she was made in love with a man whom I adore, and even if Brent doesn’t want the child, I do.
“Mommy will take care of you, baby,” I whisper to my burgeoning bump. Meanwhile, Kitty rubs a circle on my back with a supportive hand.
“Of course you’ll be a wonderful mama,” she says with a smile. “And Brent will be a great dad too! I’m sure he’ll be over the moon with happiness when you tell him.”
But that’s the thing. My husband doesn’t know, and a baby isn’t anything we talked about. Sometimes we’d mention it in passing, but only when we were pulling the wool over our respective families’ eyes, and never with any seriousness. But now, the tables are turned, and I’m going to become a mommy for real.
11
Sansa
I burst through the front door of the penthouse, boiling over with shock and outrage. I’m in full panic mode because I have no idea what my husband’s intentions are. Why did he hide the fact that he’s already CEO? Why didn’t he reveal the news to me as soon as it happened? On top of this, I just realized that I’m likely pregnant with his baby, which is at once terrifying and electrifying. OMG, what do I do?
I rush in to find Brent relaxing on the couch watching T.V. without a care in the world. During the week, he works his ass off, but Saturdays, when I head into the shop, he takes advantage of his free day and lounges around for the better part of the morning. The handsome man looks utterly gorgeous, his bronzed body clothed in a white t-shirt that shows off those broad shoulders and loose sweatpants that hang from his hips just so.
“Hey baby,” he says, looking at me. “Aren’t you supposed to be at the shop?” I know I look like a mess. My hair is askew from the frantic run home, and I’m positive my makeup is smeared across my face both from crying and the intense vomiting session that took place just twenty minutes earlier. But I can’t wait because the issue is too important. Without hesitation, I blurt out the big question burning on my mind.
“Why haven’t you divorced me yet?” I demand across the room. My husband’s black eyebrows raise in alarm.
“What are you talking about?” he asks in a confused voice. Then he gets his bearings. “Because it’s not time yet, Sansa. I thought we agreed we’d stay married until I became CEO. Wasn’t that the deal, or am I missing something here?” Brent shifts to face me straight on, his expression serious. He has a way of staying calm no matter what’s thrown his way, which usually, I admire. But today, it’s only adding to my rage. This is life changing stuff for me, and it irks me that he appears unperturbed.
“What’s going on, Sansa?” he asks, his voice gentler now. “Did something happen this morning at the shop?” He appears calm but I shake with anger.
“You said that after you landed the CEO position, we would get a divorce. But you see – that’s already happened! I saw in the news, Brent. Your dad retired three months ago. In fact, he retired the day after we tied the knot at City Hall and made you CEO! So I’ll ask again: why haven’t you started the divorce process yet?”
