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I pull my fingers from her and carry her into the bedroom, tossing her on our bed. I’ve got my dick inside her before she can even register what’s happening.
“You always feel so fucking amazing. It’s like you were made for me.” Our heavy breathing is the only thing I can hear in our silent room.
“I’m gonna come, Maddox. I’m coming,” she pants, her nails scraping my back.
“You’re such a fucking asshole, Maddox.” She smacks me, out of breath. “Every time I’m mad at you, you try to fuck me to make me forget.”
“It’s a gift.” I smile.
“Give me the fucking test.” She rolls out of the bed, and I hurry downstairs to grab the pregnancy test.
Minutes feel like hours when you’re waiting on a woman to take a pregnancy test. I pace the bedroom.
“Is everything okay?”
“Fuck off, Maddox.”
What are we gonna do if she’s pregnant? If someone could hand pick the two worst people to become parents, it would be us. We have no business bringing a child into this world.
Maybe she isn’t really pregnant? She could be late because she’s been so stressed. Why does it make me feel like shit to think that she might not be pregnant?
How could I be excited about something like this? This woman won’t even tell me she loves me. Do I really want to bring a baby into the world with her?
We are so fucked.
Chapter 24
Belle
We are so fucked. I’m pregnant. It’s plain as day on this test. Pregnant. In bold black letters. I’m gonna be a terrible mother. I just know it.
I’m currently pacing the bathroom. How is Maddox going to react? What should we do?
“Belle?” I hear him knocking on the door. He’s worried because it’s taking me so long. I just haven’t pulled myself together enough yet to walk out of this room, pretending like it’s no big deal.
“Belle!”
“One minute. These things take time.” I lean my head against the door, and the cold wood of the door feels amazing against my forehead.
Taking a deep breath, I pull the door open. “We're fucked.” I practically shove the test in his face, plastering the fakest smile I can on my face.
“Belle…” I can’t read his emotions. I can’t tell if he’s relieved, scared, pissed, or happy. Maybe it’s a combination of everything.
“What are we gonna do?”
“What do you mean? It’s pretty obvious. We’re gonna have a baby. We’re having a fucking baby.” Okay. He’s excited. His excitement is contagious, and I find it hard to keep from launching myself into his arms.
“I’m not sure how I’m supposed to feel,” I say honestly.
“It’s scary, right? I know we’re both crazy. Neither one of us really had a top-notch childhood, but we can keep that from happening to our kid. We can do better.” He’s so optimistic.
“I have no idea how to be a mom, Maddox. None. Most of the time I don’t even feel like I’m capable of loving another human being, let alone bring one into the world that I’m supposed to care about. I have never put anyone before myself.”
“I appreciate your honesty. It’s pretty shocking that you're spilling your feelings to me. We can do this. It’s going to take some adjustments and we’re going to mess up. But I think we can do it.”
“You’re delusional, Maddox. We’re fucked and so is this baby. Let’s be real.” I toss the test onto the bed. “Not to mention, how am I supposed to make money when I’m pregnant? People don’t wanna see pregnant strippers.” I shudder at the thought.
“You don’t need to work.” I spin on my heels and give him a look that I hope he understands.
