He kept my legs pinned to the bed with his large hands, easily keeping me restrained with his vampire strength as I thrashed in his hold.
"One more time for me, baby," he urged as he slowed his tongue, now licking me at a leisurely pace. Every inch...
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My abdomen tensed painfully as I retched into the toilet bowl for the fifth time this morning.
It's only eight-thirty.
The whimpers that escaped me were from sheer exhaustion mixed with the acidic bile that I felt rising in my throat once more. I'd been camped out on the cold tile floor of our en-suite with a thick, fur blanket since five a.m., and I couldn't think of a worse way to spend three and a half hours.
It had to have been the hors d'oeuvres from last night. Maybe the stuffed mushrooms? I couldn't be sure. All I knew for sure was the way I was feeling at the moment could only be the equivalent to death.
In fact, I hadn't thrown up like this since the first time I ever got my period. The severity of the cramps and the sight of the blood at the age of thirteen was enough to have me hunched over the toilet for three days straight.
Every cycle since then had been smooth sailing, only ever making me—
"Oh fuck," I gasped loudly, scrambling to my feet from my crouched position on the floor, into the bedroom and straight to the nightstand where my phone was plugged in.
I ripped the cord out and frantically unlocked my phone, my hands shaking as I searched through my apps until I found the one I was looking for.
My thumb hovered over the period tracker icon for a brief moment, and I released an unsteady breath through pursed lips.
It's not possible. Is it?
James is a vampire. Vampires can't procreate. That's been a known fact for centuries.
I'm just late. I physically cannot be pregnant.
With a little bit of newfound courage at that revelation, I tapped my thumb to the screen and waited a few seconds as the app loaded.
And my stomach fell to my feet.
Because I wasn't just late... I was late late.
A week and a half, to be exact.
My cycle had never been overdue more than a day... two max.
"Fuck." my heart was thudding violently against my ribcage, and I could feel my face heating up with anxiety. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." I muttered as I kicked into motion, rushed across the room to the walk-in closet and pulled one of James's hoodies off a hanger and threw it on over my t-shirt.
Within thirty minutes, I'd taken one of James's cars, ran to the closest store, bought three boxes of pregnancy tests and returned home. The next three minutes were the longest of my life as I paced back in forth in front of the bathroom counter, tugging at my bottom lip to try and settle my racing heart.
