He made a strangled sound as I pulled him out and moved my head closer.
“Whatever you want, Sunshine.”
~*~*~
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Lucah asked through the bathroom door. I’d woken up feeling sick again. If I wasn’t feeling so crappy, I would have blamed it on our activities the night before.
He banged on the door because I’d locked it. I was sure he was going to see me hurl my guts out many times in our future. How romantic.
“Let me in, Rory,” he said, knocking again.
“No,” I said before I cupped some water in the sink to rinse my mouth out. “I’m fine. It’s just stress.” It was totally just stress.
“Rory,” Lucah pleaded. I ignored him and started vigorously brushing my teeth. I wouldn’t let him in until I was minty fresh again.
My fiancé wasn’t happy with me. His face looked like a storm cloud.
“Are you pregnant?” I dropped the towel I’d used to wipe my face.
“What?”
Lucah put both hands on my arms and said it again, slowly.
“Are you pregnant?”
Oh.
FUCK.
Nineteen
“Nonononono,” I said over and over as I checked the calendar and looked at my pills. I was RELIGIOUS about taking them, but I must have missed a few what with the wedding and Dad and everything. And God knew Lucah and I didn’t bother with condoms anymore. I… I hadn’t even been thinking. I’d had too much else on my mind to worry about than those stupid little pills.
“Seriously, Rory, I can go out and get a test, right now.” Lucah followed me around the apartment as I paced and groaned and tried to remember if I’d taken my pills when I was supposed to take my pills and the fact that my period hadn’t started and it should have.
Fuck.
FUCK.
Hell, crap, fuck, Jesus.
There were not enough curse words in all the languages ever (including Sanskrit) to use in this situation.
Lucah forcibly made me sit still on the couch.
“Rory, I need to you focus for a minute. Do you think you might be pregnant?” I opened my mouth, but words wouldn’t come out. I couldn’t make words. I was thinking hundreds of them, but couldn’t make just one come out. So I nodded slowly.
“Oh,” he said. That about summed it up. We both just seemed to freeze, like someone had hit the Pause button. We both still breathed and blinked, but that was about it. Lucah was the first one who snapped and before I knew what was happening, I was being whirled around the room.
“What the fuck?” I said, but my words were muffled by someone else’s mouth. Lucah was kissing the shit out of me and whirling me around. My brain couldn’t catch up with the current series of events. Why was I in the air and why was he kissing me as if I’d just given him the greatest Christmas gift ever?
Pregnant.
Baby.
Mother.
Shit.