HandCuffs

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Fate or Fail?

Beau POV

That wondrous night.

Those words.

Those lips.

Those eyes.

The breathing.

The moaning.

The whimpering.

Our bodies entwined.

Hot, sweaty, sexual torture.

It was over a month ago, but it still fills my brain; it still occupies my daydreams, and my dirty mind.

Ariella is my world.

No matter what I do, or say, I will be forever indebted to her.

Ariella saved me from jail.

She gave me hope.

Reason.

Logic.

Sanity.

"Beau! Beau!"

I have a feeling that wasn't the first time my name was called.

I lift my head and stare into the most angelic eyes, "hi." I smile at Ariella.

"They're taking my casts off for x-rays. Please come with me." She explains.

A nurse rushes out from the doctors office Ariella was in with a piece of paper,

"Ariella, dear. Before we take you down; is there any chance you might be pregnant?"

I watch as Ari's face clears of colour, and her lips start to shake,

"Holy- yes, there is a chance." She mumbles nervously, keeping her eyes trained on me.

"You might be?" I ask, shocked, but not angry or upset.

Ariella shrugs, "well yes. We aren't protected. We have had sex.. And err.." She looks at something on her phone, "I am three days late."

The nurse nods and rushes off again.

"Three days late!?" I exclaim, "why didn't you tell me!?"

Ari bites her lip, shrugging; usually a very sexy, provocative look, but today it is one of nerves and worry, "I didn't even think about it." Ari whispers, "I totally forgot about my period until now.'

Ok.

Neither of our faults.

If we are to have a child, it would be a blessing.

I would be thankful to have this chance again, and with the woman of my dreams!

The idea of Ariella round with my baby just makes her a million times more sexy and provocative than before.

The nurse returns with a pot and a pregnancy test stick, "please can you go take this test dear. Then we can proceed accordingly."

Ari nods silently, and with her one crutch, she hobbles off to the toilets.

I find myself pacing outside the toilet door, waiting, wondering, freaking at the prospective news.

"Come on Ari." I mumble, "come on!"

I just look at the horrid hospital tiled flooring as I sweep my feet over it again and again repeatedly.

"Beau." A little voice squeaks; I spin around to see Ari staring up at me with wide eyes and shaky hands; one gripping the stick, "can you look. I can't bring myself to."