His Baby

Chapter 1: One Night Stand

Hours into a party of the year, everyone is wasted, including my friends and me. This party has been the best one I have ever been to.

Some strange brown-haired, green-eyed guy walks up behind me and grinds against me roughly. I don't mind it at first, but when he reaches between my legs, I slap them away and push him back. He stares at me with a look that is a mix of confusion and lust, if that kind of look is even possible for someone to make.

His look soon turns into one of pure lust. He bites his bottom lip as he walks toward me. I turn my back and walk up the stairs to get away from him, but with every step I take, he takes two more, so he catches up to me in almost no time.

The alcohol hits me so fast that I'm stumbling all over the place. Moments later, I find myself lying beside the boy following me upstairs on a bed. My dress is still on, and so are all of his clothes. Thank god we didn't have sex.

He sits up and pulls my dress off completely. I look down at myself to see I'm in my strapless bra and bright pink panties. He smirks, then slowly undoes his belt. He and my clothes are soon piled on the floor, next to the bed.

"You're so big." I run my hands up and down his chest. His abs make me want to melt, along with his gorgeous green eyes and quaffed dark brown hair. He's like a god. He is very well endowed.

"Well, let's hope I can fit inside you." He grabs my breasts and squeezes them, twisting and sucking on both of my nipples. I hold his hands and entwine our fingers. Looking up at him, I feel a connection I can't explain.

When he moves his hips forward into me, I feel a lot of pain. Crying right now would make him stop, but after he thrusts a few more times, I don't feel any more pain. Pleasure takes over my entire body as I move my hips with his.

When I wake up the following day, I see that I'm lying on a bed with no clothes whatsoever. I slowly get up and grab my dress, then slip it back on before the boy I was lying next to wakes up and sees me.

When I get downstairs, I look around the kitchen, living room, and dining room and see no one else is here. Why was it just me and that boy? There are pictures on the walls of a boy, what looks to be his younger sister, and his mother. The boy seems familiar...oh, it's him, the boy I was with just last night.

"Where are you going?" The boy's voice asks from upstairs. "Are you trying to sneak out?"

"I'm hungover, and I really just want to go home. So no. I'm not sneaking out, and I'm just going home because this isn't my house, and I don't live here." Once I open the door, I bump into a woman. "Oh, I'm sorry."

"Mm-hmm." His mother gave me a disappointing look. "Just leave. All the girls do in the morning."

He's slept with other girls? He doesn't really seem like he has. But I guess I'm not surprised since he looks like a perfect Greek sculpture. I open the door and walk out, holding my heels in one hand and my purse in the other. When I see my car, I feel it start pouring down rain. Fucking great. Just great.

My feet couldn't move any faster to get to my car. Once I get in, I try starting it, but it doesn't. I try three more times, and still, it doesn't start up. "Shit. Come on, you stupid piece of crap! Start!" I bang on the steering wheel and try starting it again, but it doesn't. Frustrated and very angry, I get out of my car and start walking down the sidewalk towards my house. This is the longest four blocks I have walked in my entire life.

What fuck happened last night? Did I sleep with him? My head hurts so bad. I hate being hungover. My mother is going to kill me for this. When my phone rings, I frantically search my pockets and purse, finally finding it in the bottom of my bag under all the make-up and money.

"Hello?"

"Maya, where are you? I've been so worried about you." My mother is always worried about me. Even when I arrive home two minutes late from school or sleeping over at a friend's house. I guess it's not bad that she's so worried about me all the time, but sometimes it gets on my nerves.

"I'm coming home. My car wouldn't start. I'm so sorry, mom."

"Let me come get you."

"No. I'm walking home. I'm almost there. Don't worry." I reassure her. "I'll be there in fifteen minutes. I promise."

"Okay. Be safe walking home."

"I will. I love you, mum." I smile to myself.

"I love you too." She hangs up first, so I put my phone back in my purse and continued walking.

School ends in just two months, and everyone at school couldn't be happier. They're either going on vacation, starting a summer job, or starting college for those who graduated this year.

Over the past two months, I have discovered something every teenage girl fears happening to her: I'm pregnant and don't know who the father is.

"I can't be! This can't be happening to me! I don't want to be pregnant." Tears rush down both my cheeks quickly. I can barely handle the fact that there's a human life growing inside my stomach.

"Tara, do you remember the guy that I slept with? His name? His face? His voice?"

"N-no. Maya, I'm so sorry. I don't. I wish I did." I roll on my side and grab the sonogram. "I can't believe my baby is the size of a lime already."

"We can't believe it either. We'll always be here for you, Maya. No matter what you need.." Tara and Sarah sit on the edge of the bed near the bottom of it.

"Thanks, guys. That means a lot to me. It really does." They're two of the best friends I have ever had, and I love them like sisters and always love them.

"I bet you're having a girl!"

"Well, I bet you're having a boy. What do you want, Maya? A boy or a girl?" They both smile and look at me with curious looks.

"I-I don't know. I haven't even thought about that. I guess I want a girl so I can dress her up with bows and cute outfits." My smile gets more prominent as I rub my stomach and look down at the ultrasound picture.

"We're going to throw you the best baby shower ever! We'll invite everyone! Your whole family and your other friends!" Sarah stands up and giggles excitedly. "Oh my god! I can't wait!"

"Wait, wait, wait. I just want my mum and my closest friends to be there. That's all I want. Okay?"

They sigh and then nod in agreement, but when they stand up and turn their backs to me, I feel that's not what they're going to do. They're going to invite dozens of people that I barely know.

"I mean it. Only my closest friends and my mum. Don't invite anyone else. I'm serious. Don't."