Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 40403 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40403 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
My mind is light and heavy going over our conversation about her life until I replay what she said about the signs and the realization she is pregnant. My foot hits the break and the impact jerks me. “Oh God. What if?” Making a u-turn so I can go back toward school, I bypass the parking lot and go straight to the corner pharmacy. I can't believe I am doing this.
How many damn tests does it take to find out if you’re pregnant? Why are there so many choices in this damn place? How am I supposed to know which one is more accurate than the other? I have never felt more overwhelmed in my life. Dizzy from standing here reading box after box, I finally pick one that has words and another one.
Ducking my head I swipe my card through the reader and hightail it out of here. I am in a daze driving home unaware of anything around me. Hell I am lucky I made it through the stop lights in one piece. In the back of my mind I can hear the phone ringing and buzzing in my bag but I can only focus on one thing. Am I pregnant? Is this for real? I know the answer, but I need these few seconds pulling into the driveway and getting out of the car to tell myself this isn’t happening.
I open the front door and let my shoulders sag when I realize my parents are not home. I drop my bags and everything on the floor in the foyer and take the hundreds of stairs to the second floor. I walk in and strip my clothes off before turning on the shower. I know I am just stalling at this point but am I really ready to know the truth?
My phone rings once more and I silence it even though I know Jake is going to have a fucking fit, but I just..i can’t right now. Deciding to at least pee on the damn thing before getting in the shower, I sit and close my eyes as I follow the instructions and do what I have to do.
Finished, I place them on the sink and let the numbness cover me and give me a few minutes to hide in the streaming waters. My hands slowly fall to my belly, both palms covering it and I gasp when I finally let myself feel the slight roundness that I noticed weeks ago but convinced myself it was bloating. “Oh my God.” I rub my hands over the baby Jake and I made and tears blend with the water down my face. The fear that was building inside of me is dissipating and in its place this protectiveness and sense of calm I never thought would be followed by this type of revelation.
No longer worried about the outcome of the test I dry off and get out of the shower. I turnt o grab my hair towel when I hear Jake’s voice in my house followed by his loud footsteps. I grab the doorknob of the bathroom but he beats me to it, swinging the door open so fast I have to step back or be hit in the face. “What the fuck, Mila?” Jesus. Here he is standing in front of me, covered in oil and dirt, his face a portrait of anger and worry and suddenly my pussy is wetter than the water it was covered in.
“Jake I..” he grabs my hand and yanks me closer to him.
“You think you can ignore my calls and not have consequences, angel?” I lick my lips when he pulls my towel loose and lets it fall. “You ran home to shower, baby? Were you dirty?” I shake my head no. “Sweaty?” I nod yes, and whimper when his fingers pull at my nipple. “What were you washing away, angel?” Mercy me. He thinks I can answer him when he rips his shirt over his head and stands here, chest heaving up and down covered in sweat? Yeah okay. “Answer me, little girl.” And he had to go and call me that.
“I..nothing..long day.” Well it’s the truth. I mean if he looked a little to the left he would see the tests on the counter and sure I could say something about it but right now, my body is like a live wire and I need release.
“I see. So you just get off on ignoring me and making me worry about you, is that it?/ Or maybe you wanted me to come here, fight your father to get in the door and then let him listen while I punish fuck you for forgetting I fucking own you.” Dear Lord, like I could forget especially with his baby inside of me.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to..” Before I know it his hand is around my throat and I lean against the sink.