𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | +𝟏𝟖

𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

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One year later.

I've been hiding my pregnancy for almost a month. 

The bump hasn't been nearly visible yet, as it's still only cells. It's been easy to hide. Clay's clueless. Did I want this? was the question roaming my mind for the last few weeks. But I know if I truly didn't, I would have gotten it terminated, and I wouldn't have repeatedly asked myself the same question.

I wanted this. With him.

I laid in thought, my leg draped across Clay, my inner thigh against his hip. As my eyes fluttered into sleepless fatigue, I felt his hand smooth against my outer thigh.

The tip of my index finger traced the indent of his abs, and he pulled me closer when I flattened my hand on his chest. 

I leaned up, propping myself up by my elbow as I hovered above him. His familiar smirk was plastered onto his lips, and I kissed him whilst my body separated from his. "Ah, ah, where are you going?" His hand on my wrist held me from going anywhere, and I playfully rolled my eyes.

"Bathroom," I replied simply, before tugging my wrist from his grasp. I gasped when I felt him slap my ass from behind me as I climbed off of the bed.

"That's what you get for rolling your eyes," he mumbled. I ignored him, and also ignored the temptation to turn around and look at him, knowing how gorgeous he looks right now. I couldn't help it. His one hand was propped up behind his head, a smirk on his lips and his abs exposed, whilst his curls messily sat on top of his head. A blessing to my eyes.

"Don't look at me like you want me to fuck you right now, because I will. No hesitation." His words pulled me from my trance, and the playful grin still remained on his lips.

I turned to walk into the bathroom, a smile on my face that I was sure he could see, whether I was facing him or not.

Shutting the door, I made sure to lock it behind me.

I rummaged through the drawers. I still couldn't comprehend the thought of me being pregnant. I needed to see one more test, just one more and I'll tell Clay.

I only hoped he would want this with me.

I didn't even know if he wanted kids or not. The thoughts invaded my mind erratically, and I began to overthink my decision. What if he didn't want this with me?

I pulled out the test and unwrapped it. I began to think of what I could do whilst waiting for the results, and I turned the shower on. As I finished, I placed the test onto the counter and stripped into nothing. I needed a shower anyway.

I saw the door handle shake as Clay tried to open it, but it didn't budge. "Are you getting in the shower? Why'd you lock the door?" Clay's voice muffled through the door.