The Choices Being Made (Book #2, Choices series)

6

Polly woke midweek with a tugging at her nipple. She knew almost immediately that is was Mason. He loved to suckle her first thing in the morning.

She ran her fingers through his hair, gently scratching his scalp. "Good morning, baby."

Mason broke away for a moment, "Mornin', mommy." It was unusual for him to go straight to calling her that. He must have felt vulnerable this particular morning - needing some care.

"Where's Michael?"

"Early meetin'," he replied but 'early' sounded more like 'erwe.' Mason moved his mouth to her other breast and began to suckle. Polly noted that the baby talk was something he had just started recently, but was almost constant on these lazy mornings in bed.

"Oh yes, I forgot. Mommy has work this morning, too, baby," she said, petting down his arm and back. "But I love spending time with you, sweet boy."

"Me, too, mommy," this time 'too' sounded like 'tawoo.' "Stay with Mason, muma."

"You know mommy can't do that, baby," she said. She felt his arm pulling her closer.

Mason pulled back his head and showed a pout. "Mikey said he tinks you are gonna to have a...baby," Mason said with a bit of a huff. "How can Mason have mommy-time wit a baby awound?"

"Well, I'm not pregnant..."

"Mikey said mommy missed her perwiod. You didn't bweed dis monf," Mason said innocently, like he didn't understand the meaning of his words. But he knew. He knew the impact.

"Wait..." Polly said sitting up, the sheet pooling around her waist. She grabbed her phone and looked at the app she and Michael used to track her cycle.

Holy shit! She should have had her period three weeks ago!

Polly dashed out of bed and rummaged through her bathroom draws.

Mason walked in wearing only his pajama pants, hung low on his hips. "What's wrong, Polly? This is what you want. A baby. Right?" Mason had come out of his little space. "I didn't mean to...I thought you knew. I was hoping you would tell me soon..."

"Mason! Where are the tests?!" Polly said, completely ignoring him. "He put them in..."

Mason knelt down and looked in the back of the cabinet, pulling out the slim box. "Here."

"Thanks," she said as she ripped open the box. What if I'm pregnant?

She pulled out the stick and read the instructions. Michael had bought the test that said "pregnant" or "not pregnant" - so no lines or pluses to worry about.

Polly dashed into the small toilet room and slammed the door. "Polly? Are you...mad at me?"

Mason's voice seemed small and worried. "No, baby. I'm just a little nervous and anxious and scared and..."

"Me, too," he said and she heard what sounded like a hand touch the door.

Polly sat down and did her business, peeing on the stick.

"Are you all those things because you...want to be pregnant or...not?"

"I don't know, Mase," she said, remaining seated and watching the stick like it would sprout wings and fly. "Mason...what would...happen?"

Mason paused a minute to think. "Polly, babe. We love you, okay? We will be there. Raise this devil spawn," he laughed "...together. You know that this is what Michael wants more than anything. And it's not just some sex thing for him. Not just him being a kinky fuck. You know that, right?"