Addicted

Chapter 7

✾TW!!✾

☆Some adult insinuations

☆Swearing

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The next morning, I get up a bit earlier than normal, stretching my achy limbs, smirking when I remember how I got them. I go to the bathroom, and, shutting the door, realize what I meant to do yesterday.

I pull the test out of the box and take it, sitting there for a bit longer than the maximum time required, knee tapping anxiously. After five minutes, I look at it. One line. So why is my period late? Then something catches my eye.

A thin, barely perceptible, second pink line.

I stare in shock. I rub my eyes. It's faint, but it's definitely there. I grab another one from under the sink and wait another five minutes, mind whirling.

Two lines.

I wipe it off, hands shaking, wondering if the whole box has those lines. What if they're all defective? Maybe that's it. That's gotta be it, I think, panicking. The whole box is messed up. Some sort of defective product or something.

"Harl? You've been in there for a while. Are you okay?"

I freeze. "Harley?" he calls again, sounding slightly worried. I unfreeze somehow and manage to find my voice. "Yeah, I'm okay, Puddin. I just.. I got lost in thought is all," I say, voice trembling slightly. I hope he doesn't notice.

"Are you sure?" he asks, starting to sound suspicious. I hear him getting up, and I whip my head around, looking for somewhere he won't see the pregnancy test. I panic, throwing open the window and chucking both of them out.

I flush the toilet and wash my hands, trying to neutralize my face, and open the door just as he turns the knob. "Good morning, Puddin," I say, kissing him on the cheek. "Good morning, Pumpkin," he says, voice deeper than normal.

"Ah, I love your morning voice," I say, kissing him again. "I have a few errands to run today, so I'll be gone for a few hours today, okay, Love?"

He nods, slightly disconcerted by the bombardment of information. "Are you sure you're oka-"

"I'm fine," I say, trying to mask the tremor in my voice. "I'll see you in a couple hours, Puddin." I duck under him, but he pulls me back. Fuck.

Puddin stares into my eyes, making me wanna break down and confess everything, but I'm Harley fucking Quinn- I need to stop going soft. I look back at him coolly. His eyes start to wander. "Princess, you aren't dressed," is all he says finally, laughing a bit.

Damn it. He's right- I'm literally wearing a sheer black nighty. I blush and duck out from under him again, pulling on red jeans and a white off-the-shoulder blouse.

"You're so sexyyyyyyy," he sighs, staring at me intensely. I feel the blush on my face start to creep down my neck as well.

"Harley, are you sure you're okay?" he asks, starting to sound concerned. Shit. Put a face on, put a face on!!

"Hm? Oh, yeah, Puddin, I'm fine. I'm just running late for a doctor's appointment," I say, pulling heels on. "And you know it doesn't matter who you are- if you're too late, you miss it."

"Ohhh," he says. "Well, be careful," he says, pulling me in for a kiss. "And by the way... That ring looks perfect on your hand," he says, squeezing me. I smile. He always manages to make me feel better, even if it's minimal.

I walk out to my black Vaydor and get in, dialing a number on my phone. I drive out of the garage, head whirling.

A familiar female voice answers the phone. "Yes?" She purrs. "Selina?" I say, voice shaking. "I'm pregnant."