Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
My friend gets even more ridiculous then. She puts her hands together as if in prayer, and closes her eyes angelically.
“I wish I may, I wish I might,” she chants. “I wish for a little sibling tonight!”
I roll my eyes because I love Em so much, but I know that there’s no baby in my belly. Yes, I’m experiencing certain tell-tale symptoms, but it could actually be the Depo Provera working because oddly, the shot shares a lot of symptoms with conception. Still, I make a note to pick up a pregnancy test because why not? It’ll give me peace of mind. Then, a gear in my head switches and troublesome thoughts fill my brain. What if I am pregnant? What’s going to happen? Is my life over?
Suddenly, my heart floods with fear because I remember what happened with Julio long ago, and how my life shattered into a thousand pieces. How the man I worshipped turned out to be a user. I remember how Julio insisted on a termination, which broke me, and destroyed my relationship with my mother as well. How I entered foster care because Stephanie couldn’t stand to look at me afterwards, and how I’ve essentially become an orphan, without any family to call my own. No, I can’t go through that kind of pain again, and all of the blood suddenly drains from my body, leaving me weak and helpless, because what if I am having a baby? What if...? No, it can’t be true ... because the pain is too much.
9
Rick
I’m in my home office, looking over some charts. It’s been a heady few months. My relationship with Jenna has taken off, and the sweet girl basically lives at my house while also attending classes at Evergreen. She departs in the morning when I leave for the hospital, and then when I return at night, a hot meal’s on the table before we decamp for hours of lovemaking upstairs.
It’s more than lovemaking though. Our sex life is alternately sweet, steamy, sizzling, passionate, and downright fucking depraved at times. I’ve had Jenna all over the house, in a thousand different positions, bent over pieces of furniture in ways they were never intended to be used. We even hooked up one of the chandeliers as a sex swing last week, and yes, it came crashing to the ground – but not before I blasted my seed in her.
After all, I come bareback and unprotected in Jenna non-stop. Three, four times a night, and then again in the mornings. She’s getting load after load of my virility, and she’s not on Depo. She thinks she is, but my depravity runs to more than just sex. I’ve used my medical knowledge to deceive my beautiful girl, and I can’t stop. After the first placebo, I swore that I’d start administering the real thing, but then I did it again. And again. Jenna’s with me, unprotected, and I love knowing that I’m filling her creamy womb with fresh, virile sperm. Pregnancy’s practically inevitable, seeing how she’s literally dripping with my come at all hours. So when my door bangs open unexpectedly, with a trembling, flushed Jenna poised in the archway, my stomach roils but I know what to expect.
“Rick, you won’t believe what happened!” she whisper-screams, rushing inside before shoving a plastic pregnancy test at me. “Oh my god, how did this happen?” I stare at the strip and sure enough, there are two pink stripes on it. “That’s not the only one either!” Jenna shrieks, fumbling in her purse. “I took a couple of the tests to be sure, and they all came out positive! Oh my god, how did this happen? Oh my god, oh my god!”
I pick up the applicator as my heart contracts and expands painfully. My high cheekbones flush and I try to remain calm, even as my pulse races. Holy fuck, I’m going to be a father! Suddenly, a rush of joy floods my veins and my body feels like it’s levitating. A baby!
But I have to stay calm. I put down the pregnancy test and turn a steady gaze to Jenna.
“This is wonderful news, sweetheart. You’re very fertile, and it’s to be expected. You’re young, healthy, and very, very ripe. Motherhood’s going to look beautiful on you.”
She stares at me.
“What do you mean, this is to be expected? This is not to be expected because it’s a travesty! Depo Provera didn’t work, and I don’t get it! We need to sue the manufacturer because we’ve been following all the directions and never missed a shot. We need to contact a lawyer immediately.”
The moment has come. Do I give her the spiel that “no contraception is 100%” and all that bullshit? Do I place the blame on the manufacturer, and some kind of chemical snafu? Or do I tell Jenna the truth, which is that I gave her a placebo in the hopes of breeding the curvy girl?