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“Please, fuck me.” I gasp and he pushes his length inside me. Slowly and then all at once, I take him completely.
“Oh fuck,” he growls and rocks his hips faster. He slides a hand in between us and rubs small circles on my clit. With his other hand, he rips open my blouse and takes my nipples between his teeth. I close my eyes, enjoying the sensations, the intensity when he notices.
“Open your eyes,” he grumbles and my eyes shoot open, staring into his hazels. As he rocks between us, I can’t help but wonder if I’ll ever see him again. Sex this good for the first time should be illegal.
Chapter2
8 weeks later…
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Chelsea screams.
“Don’t yell at me, I’m emotional.” I can feel the tears welling over in my eyes.
“You went home with a HOCKEY PLAYER. Arookieno less,andyou’re pregnant?!” Chelsea sits down on the bathroom floor across from me.
In between us are the twenty sticks I’ve peed on in the last week. Because one just wasn’t enough and I couldn’t believe it without the actual test that said the word ‘pregnant’. Some have the plus sign, some have the minus sign, it is very confusing which ones mean I was pregnant. But then here I am. All of them saying, without a doubt, I am pregnant.
“Why’d you let me go home with a rookie?!” I exclaim.
“Let you?” She drops her jaw in shock at me.
“I know, I know. I didn’t give you a choice.” I sigh.
“What are you going to do?” Chelsea looks at me, concerned.
“I-I don’t know.” I can’t imagine not having this baby, but I also can’t imagine having this baby. It will completely throw my life for a loop and not to mention where will I live? My parents aren’t exactly the most supportive when it comes to my life. They have always given me a harder time than necessary when it comes to everyday things. And this is not an everyday thing.
“Are you going to tell him?” She makes a face, thinking about Jace.
“I—I don’t know,” I repeat. I’ve barely had any time to process this and she is hitting me with all kinds of questions I don’t have the answers to.
“You have time to figure all this out.” She leans over and pulls me in for a hug. I’m grateful for Chelsea and our friendship. We’ve been friends since freshman year when we unknowingly got paired together for one of those get to know you exercises. We both laughed and made fun of everyone else and that’s how I knew she would be my best friend.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you.” I sigh.
Cleaning up the tests, I slide them into a bag and tie it up before taking it outside. I don’t need my roommates finding out about this before I have a chance to tell them. We aren’t exactly close, but I’m sure they’ll be understanding.
* * *
I tell my parents first,thinking they will at least be understanding. I mean my mother had me fresh out of college, I'm the first person to get accidentally pregnant. It’s not like they will hold it against me, right? Wrong. As soon as I tell them, my father starts yelling about how I am a slut who can’t keep her legs closed and my mother just starts crying. There’s nothing I can say or do because their immediate solution is to drive me to the clinic to take care of it. When I explain there’s nothing I want to do with that, they both gasp and lose their minds. Hanging up on me almost immediately.
“Are you okay?” Rose, one of my roommates ask. I am crying in the living room after all.
“I didn’t know anyone was home.”
“We all just got back from class, is something wrong?” she repeats. She is kind but I don’t feel like telling anyone else how I am pregnant, not after the reaction I had just gotten.
“Just a fight with my parents, I’m sure things will be okay,” I lie. But she nods and heads upstairs without another word. When it comes to parents, we mainly leave each other alone.
But I am wrong about my parents coming around. Almost immediately I am cut off, credit cards canceled and any money they have previously put in my account has stopped. Thankfully my savings are still there, but it isn’t enough to pay rent and raise a baby with. I will have to tell my roommates the truth. Something I decide to put off for a few weeks until one of them catches me puking three days in a row.
“Are you sick or are you pregnant?” Laurie-Ann asks.
“W-what?”
“You’ve been sick everyday and eating a ton. So which is it?” she asks, waiting for a reply.
I wash my hands and wipe my mouth clean. Brushing my teeth will have to wait. I think about how to respond to her, it has been almost a month since I found out and I thought I was going a pretty good job of hiding it. But I guess not.
