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Thrust.
“And if he can’t learn to respect you, that’s his loss.”
Thrust.
“Stop talking about my dad,” I mumbled, threading my hands into his hair and pulling his mouth to mine. “Make me come again.”
After several rounds and too many orgasms later, we both showered and dressed. I smelled like his soap, and I couldn’t stop sniffing my hair. He drove me back to the convention center and dropped me off at the front door with a kiss on the cheek and a wink.
I hated the idea that I’d probably never see him again. And it wasn’t just the phenomenal sex. There was something so easy and casual about our chemistry. It had appeared out of nowhere, and he was a good listener. I got the feeling that Andrew respected me, even though we barely knew each other.
I wanted to ask for his number… but I felt like that would be weird.Hey, can I have your number, even though I’m ten years younger than you and live in a different state and we’ll probably never see each other again?
“If you’re ever in Cherokee, North Carolina…”
“Oh, I’ll find you, Andrew Greenwood.”
A subtle smile graced his perfect lips, and I leaned in for one more kiss before I made my escape. My eyes followed the dark green tree decal on his truck until he was out of sight.
I played nice with my “friends” for the rest of the weekend, but the first thing I did when we arrived back on campus was tell them they could screw themselves, and that I refused to be made a laughingstock. I threw myself into my studies and my projects, and managed to find myself a few friends who seemed less inclined to mock me. Betty was a girl from my degree program who was eager to study with me, and Anna was a junior in the writing department who I related to over our mutual frustration for our parents. We ate lunch together and spent our Saturdays visiting the local shops and museums, and I felt like I’d finally found a few people I could relate to.
I fell asleep every night with the fond memories of Drew. Everything was going wonderfully… until things got a little too weird to ignore.
It started with exhaustion. I was always tired, even when I got a good night’s sleep. Then it was my appetite. I was always hungry, I was gaining weight despite my best efforts, and the things I used to hate to eat – specifically, pickles, and peanut butter – were the things I craved. Anna and Bet joked that I was pregnant; but that wasn’t possible, because I still had my period that month. It was just weird freshman stuff, and stress…
Until my period seemed oddly light. And by light, I mean it lasted two days, and there really wasn’t much blood.
When I woke up one morning and couldn’t leave my room because I couldn’t stop throwing up, I called Bet. She brought over pregnancy tests, and after one negative and one positive, I made an appointment to see a doctor.
We used condoms,I kept telling myself.He was so careful. Every single time, we used a condom, and I’m on birth control. Two kinds of birth control at the same time, it’s impossible for me to be pregnant.
I tried not to stress. It had to be a series of coincidences, right?
Nope.
I lay there on the clinic bed while the ultrasound machine whirred and thumped, the cold jelly not helping cool the heat from my nerves.
“When was your last period?” the doctor asked.
“Last week, but it was oddly light,” I said for the fourth time that day. I felt like a broken record.
“And before that?”
“A month before that, right on schedule with my pills, but it was also light, but… not as light as this month.”
“But not anything like your previous periods.”
“No, all my others have been heavy. I wrote it off as stress…”
As I said the words, the sound in the room changed.Tha-thump. Tha-thump. Tha-thump.
My heart sped up and my stomach dropped. There was no way I could mistake that sound.
“Well…” the doctor said, looking at the screen in front of us. “That’s a heartbeat. Congratulations, Miss Steel. You’re having a baby.”
You’re having a baby.Those words echoed on repeat through my head like thetha-thumpof the heartbeat I was hearing.
“But… but…but how…” I managed to get out.Oh my God, I’m going to be sick. No wait, I’m going to pass out. No wait…
