Chapter 46

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"I think I'm pregnant." Lexi says.

"What." I say, completely taken back. I thought maybe she was going to say she lost her credit card and that's why she was worried. 

Not that she's growing a child. 

That is mine. 

In her body. 

"I said I think I'm pregnant." she says again.

"Oh I heard you the first time." I reply, running a hand through my hair. Pregnant? How? When?

Oh.

My birthday.

Well shit. Not ideal timing but it's fine. I wonder if she knows the gender already. Does it happen that fast? I'm not sure. I have to make her a doctor's appointment ASAP. 

"Well. Say something." she says, crossing her arms. I sneak a peek at her stomach but all that does is piss her off. "A baby doesn't make you start showing immediately jackass."

"I know. I wasn't looking at your stomach." I lie. Truth is I was wondering if maybe a leg or arm was pushing through but she's still skinny.

"Are you going to say anything?" she asks. I don't know what to say? Congratulations? It feels like anything I say is going to be wrong. She's been standoffish since I said 'what'. 

"Lexi, I found out thirty seconds ago you might be pregnant. I'm still processing." Which is true. She's had however long to process this and I'm trying to come to terms with the fact that I could be a father.

She huffs and pushes past me, beyond pissed with my answer. I guess we will not be spending all night in bed. Hell the damage might already be done from it.

I let out a sigh, then jog with both of our suitcases rolling behind me, to catch up to her. She doesn't get very far, maybe twenty feet if she's lucky, before I tell her to stop.

"Listen, we don't know if you're actually pregnant or not. Let's get a few tests, fill you with water, and wait for the results."

"Mason, I'm over a week late on the pill. I don't think it's good." she says, her voice cracking. Her bottom lip begins to wobble and I know she's seconds from losing it. I feel like crying too but the two of us crying in an overcrowded airport wouldn't help anyone. Except I think hers would be sad tears, mine would be happy and scared.

"Come on, let's go home and figure this out." I command, pulling her towards the car.

Forty minutes of standstill traffic and a stop at Rite Aid, we finally get home. Lexi chugged two bottles of water while I lined up the seven pregnancy tests on the counter. When I grabbed all of them, she shook her head at me like I was insane. But hey if we get seven positives then we're definitely pregnant, right?

"I will never have enough pee for all of those." she states, gulping down the rest of the bottle.

I pull the first one out of its pocket and hand it to her. "I will wait up with you all night if I have to. It's best we know now, isn't it?"

Truth is I don't want to know. I would rather wait and see if her belly starts to get bigger in twelve weeks but she'd probably slap me for suggesting that.

She takes the test from me, not making any move to head into the bathroom. Her shoulders are hunched over and she refuses to meet my eyes. I put my hand under her chin and force her to look at me. "Babe what's wrong?"

She sniffles. "I'm scared."

I wrap my arms around her little body, holding her head to my chest. "Me too. But I love you and I'll love our baby too."

She says something but it gets muffled into my chest. I pull her back, brushing a piece of hair away from her face, and kiss her forehead.

"Are you mad?" she asks again.

Mad? How could I be mad? I was a willing participant every time.

"No I'm not mad. I love you. Sure I don't want kids right now, but if you're pregnant, I'm okay with it. I'll have to marry you sooner than expected." I say, grinning.

"Stop." She says swiping at a tear.

"I'm serious. Unless you want to get married after we have the baby. Whatever you want."

She pushes away from me, her sadness turning to anger. I'm not sure what I said that made her snap. "Can you stop pretending like this is okay."

"How would you like me to react?" I ask. I thought I was reacting pretty well. Most guys I know would scream that the baby wasn't theirs, but I know damn well if she's pregnant, it was from me. And I will own that until the day I die.

"Think about what the tabloids are going to say if they find out."

I sigh. "Do you think I give a shit what those people think? Lexi we don't even know if you're pregnant. Why are we jumping to conclusions?"

"Why aren't you yelling at me for trapping you?" She screams, throwing her hands in the air.

Trapping me? Is that what she thinks I think? Is she insane? I love her, I bought a ring, we're buying a house together for fuck's sake. She could never trap me, I'm already hers.

"Wait.... You're mad that I'm not mad?" I ask, confused. What the hell is this, the Twilight Zone?

Her anger turns back to tears and honestly, I'm a little scared right now. "What if I'm pregnant. Do you want me to keep it?" 

I rack my brain trying to find the best way possible to say, 'please just pee on the stick' but I can't think of anything. Instead, I take her hands in mine and take a deep breath. "Honey, I will not leave your side regardless of what you chose."

She rips her hands from mine and waves the pregnancy test in front of my face. "You say that now but what happens if this thing is positive."

"Alexis Rose, get your ass in the bathroom and pee on the stick." I yell, my patience wearing extremely thin. 

Her jaw drops at my outburst but at this point, it was deserved. She picks up two more tests then marches towards the bathroom in the hallway. Before she slips in, she turns around, desire filling her eyes. 

"That tone of voice is exactly why we're in this situation." she says breathlessly then slams the door.

I should not be harder than a rock, thinking about pushing her up against a wall and taking her on the spot when she's taking a pregnancy test but here we are. I sit down at the island and wait for her to scream, although I'm not sure what kind it would be. A small, tiny part of me hopes it's positive. I would love to see Lexi pregnant and being able to be here for all of the big and small moments is all I've ever wanted. To watch her belly grow a little bit more everyday, to hold her hand during doctor's appointment, and to pick up whatever she's craving sounds like a damn good way to spend this winter. 

But the other part of me hopes she isn't pregnant. One reason is that it isn't exactly traditional and since several of the other big intimate life moments from her haven't been traditional, this is one thing I can give her. I want to whisk her off to all-inclusive resorts, stay out all night, and take her on a wine tour before we have kids. But also because I thought we would have more time as a couple together before adding children to the equation. 

I hear her flush the toilet and wash her hands. She emerges from the bathroom with the three tests, setting them on a paper towel in front of us, then sits in the seat next to mine. 

We wait three minutes while the line begins to form. 

"Moment of truth." I say, leaning forward while she sucks in a breath.

My entire body is clenched together, holding on to this breath like it's my last, and in a way it is. I'm either going to be pregnant or not. My life's going to change or it won't. He picks up the first test, then the second, then the third.

He looks at me, his face expressionless. "They're all negative."

I let out the breath, but it comes out more as a gasp. I'm absolutely elated. I jump out of my seat and throw my arms around him. "Thank god, we're not pregnant." 

He hugs me back except his enthusiasm doesn't match mine. "What's wrong?" I ask, pulling back. 

He grimaces. "I would've been okay with it being positive too." He sits back down in his seat, still holding onto my hand. "I'm serious when I tell you that you're the one and that I want to marry you. You being pregnant wouldn't magically make those feelings go away." 

I squeeze his hand, touched by his words. "I know that. But what would it look like to everyone else?" He attempts to cut me off, but I hold up my hand. "You would be painted to look like the victim. People would say I trapped you, or I lied to you, or I was using you. My reputation would be tarnished."

His face twists with pain. "Babe their opinion doesn't matter to me. The only opinion I need in the world is yours." 

"I know and I love you for that. However, my boss and my place of employment might not see it the same way you do. We will get pregnant one day, but today's not that day. So let's enjoy being young and childless for just a little longer, please." I say, dropping his hand and walking in between his legs. I loop my arms around his neck and kiss him, starting it off sweet and tenderly. But like always, his tongue pushes against my lips, asking for access and sending us from zero to one hundred in a second. 

He lifts me up, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively, and he moves us into the bedroom. His lips latch onto my neck, sending a wave of heat straight to my core, and I melt into him. I should stop him, after all we did just find out we aren't pregnant, but I wouldn't have the self-restraint. Not when he starts loving on me like this. He lays me down gently, stripping me out of my leggings and razorback tank top. I reach for him, until he leans over towards the nightstand, pulling out a square sized foil. 

"Don't worry." he winks, pulling the condom out of its packaging. "It's ribbed for your pleasure."

After a night of protected sex, I wake up in the morning to cramps and bright red blood stain on the sheets. Mother Nature has arrived. 


*We are not pregnant YET people!!! There will be a bonus chapter with a little bundle of joy though :) 


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