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Murphy
“Murphy, are you listening to me? I’m pregnant.”
Not a phrase I thought I’d be hearing tonight.
“Yeah, Murphy, harder.” Or, “Just like that, Murphy.”
Those are the kinds of things I expect to hear when I’m alone in my bedroom with a hot girl. I don’t get too picky about who the words are coming from. Big tits, nice ass, and I’m sold. Short, tall, blonde, brunette, it all works for me. I’m an equal opportunity kind of guy, and I’m all about ensuring everyone involved has a good time. But I’m also a no-strings-attached type of guy.
I’ve got my friends.
I’ve got football.
If I play the next few years right, I have the possibility of a career in the pros, if I decide that’s what I want.
What I don’t have is a girlfriend, or wife, or the ability to take care of myself, let alone a baby. I’m a good cook, but I hate food shopping. I go commando more days than not because I don’t have clean underwear. My roommates and I moved into this house in July, and they’ve been up my ass about leaving dishes in the sink ever since. I like to live in the here and now and not worry about next week, month, or year.
The girl standing in my room is a knockout. Trina’s gotta be five-ten, with blonde hair, blue eyes, legs a mile long, and double D’s that don’t bounce when she moves. She was one of the first girls I hooked up with after we moved in.
We threw a lot of parties in July. Football practice at Kroydon University hadn’t officially started yet, and we were enjoying the freedom that came with our own place. That entire month kinda blends together. Trina was at the first or second party we threw. Maybe it was closer to August.
Fuck. I can’t even remember exactly when we hooked up.
What I do remember is she was extra bendy and extra adventurous. Shit, now I’m at half-mast just thinking about it.
“Murphy, are you listening to me?”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I zoned out for a second there, almost forgetting why Trina pulled me into my bedroom in the first place tonight. Sitting down on the bed, I take my green ball cap off and run my fingers through my hair before replacing it. I cringe at my next words because, deep down, I don’t want to know the answer.
“Are you sure you’re pregnant, Trina?”
“Oh my fucking God, Murphy! It’s Tessa, you ass. Not Trina! Why am I surprised? I come here to tell you that I’m pregnant and you don’t even remember my name. Well, listen up, asshole. You had better get your shit together because I peed on two damn sticks today, and they both showed plus signs. I haven’t had my goddamn period in two months, and I will not go home and tell my parents that some asshole who doesn’t even know my name knocked me up. I have an appointment scheduled for next Tuesday with a gynecologist in the city. I wanted you to come with me because I haven’t told anyone else. I don’t need this getting out there and getting back to my family.”
She throws a piece of paper at me. “Sober the fuck up and meet me at that address at four on Tuesday.”
She starts walking out the door, and before I think better of it, I put my foot in my mouth one last time. “I’ve got practice Tuesday afternoon.”
The instant rage that overtakes that pretty face has me remembering an episode of Animal Planet. A gorgeous, sleek jaguar looked docile and content, until it decided to eat its prey and bite through its fucking skull.
Through. Its. Skull.
I think I’m about to get my head pierced.
Fuck.
“Figure. It. Out. Murphy.” Storming out of the room, she slams my bedroom door so hard it bounces off the frame. A picture of the guys and me from our Pennsylvania state championship win last year falls off my shelf and the glass shatters on the floor.
Well shit.
This wasn’t how I thought this night was going to go.
After a minute of sitting stunned on my bed, I hear a quiet knock against my open door. Then, a different blonde head appears. This one is attached to a body the size of a pixie and belongs to my roommate Natalie.
Nat is one of my three roommates. She and her boyfriend, Brady, who also happens to be my quarterback and oldest friend, unofficially share the master bedroom on the floor above mine. Officially, her bedroom is across the hall, and I’m pretty damn sure she’s never spent a single night sleeping in there. It’s basically our spare room for whoever needs to crash for the night, but when she convinced her dad to let her move in with the three of us, it came with the stipulation that she have her own room. So, for the sake of semantics, she does.
Nat is looking at me with concern in her pale blue eyes. “Can I come in, Murph?”
Hanging my head, I ask, “You hear all of that, Nat?”
