I've been pregnant for a little over 2 months. I'm due about 7 months from now. 7 months to prepare for the worst pain of my life.
James takes Tori home and then drives me to my house. He picks me up and takes me to my room, kissing me the whole way. Someone is obviously happy about the baby thing.
He puts me on the bed, kissing my neck, undressing me. Someone is very happy.
"Is it okay? You know. To have sex while pregnant?" I ask as he keeps undressing me.
"Yes, baby. Its okay," he says.
I let myself melt into him. He keeps kissing my neck, keeps slowly undressing me, keeps smiling.
Soon we are both completely undressed. Loving each other. Our moans fill the air making the perfect harmony. Good thing mom isn't home.
Suddenly we hear the car pull into the driveway. James pulls himself off of me and walks to the window. I stand up and see my mother walking into the house. James and I help each other get dressed, taking time to kiss each other, and fight back the urge to finish what we started.
"We have to tell my mom," I say.
James kisses me. A sweet kiss that makes that fear run away.
"Alyana! I'm home!" My mom yells.
James grabs my hand and walks out the door. My mom looks up the stairs at us, a confused look spreads over her face.
"Mom, hey!" I say.
James looks like he's thinking of something brilliant to say.
"Ma'am, I know I haven't been with your daughter very long, But she's the best thing that's ever happened to me. I love her. I want to be with her forever. I want to kiss her everyday and be next to her every night. She's pregnant. Completely my fault. But I'm not leaving her. I refuse to. She's mine and I love her. So now, Alyana, this question is for you. Will you, my perfect little angel, marry me and make the happiest guy in the world?" He says and then gets down on one knee, holding a small but perfect ring in his hand.
