I break down crying. I don't think. I just cry. I want to stop crying but that pain is still sharp in my memories. I didn't think of that promise before. I had almost completely forgotten about it. I was kind of hoping I did. That's when the idea hits me.
"Did that promise mean NOTHING to you?! Do you just not care?!" She's still screaming at me.
"James,I promised my father not to have kids before I got married. Plus, I don't think I'm ready for a kid. Maybe.... Maybe...an abortion..."I trail off.
"Baby, no. I'm pretty sure your dad would understand. Just abortion is never okay," he says.
"If you expect ME to provide for this child, you're insane!" Mom rants on.
I grab James, needing him to love me now. I pull him into my bedroom, I lock the door, I kiss him so passionately. He throws me onto the bed and we undress each other. Yes, father would understand. Abortion is never the answer.
The way he feels on top of me, the way he moans, the way he kisses, the way he's always there, the way he loves me. I want more and more of him but I don't think there is anymore to get. I'll just take advantage of this moment and make sure this can make me hold off for 7 months.
He feels so good on me. The way his skin feels on mine. Soft and sweet and caring and daring and sexy. I pull him in closer, never wanting to leave this bed.
Our moans mix together into a perfect blend and we don't care if my mom could hear or not. She knows we had sex now. What's the point of hiding?
