Pregnant By My Best Friends Boyfriend ( wattys2017 )

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Edited:
•8/17/18
•3/15/22
•11/5/24

I burst through the door of the ice cream shop, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and anxiety. The familiar scent of waffle cones and sweet cream washed over me as I slid into a booth, the cool air wrapping around me like a comforting embrace. I placed my hand protectively on my slightly rounded stomach, whispering softly to myself, "You'll be okay. I promise I'll take good care of you, even if it's just me." The warmth of love wrapped around those words, igniting a fierce determination within me.

Just then, Alec appeared, his tall figure looming over me before he plopped down across from me, an inquisitive look etched across his face. "What's so important that you had to leave your girlfriend?" he asked, his tone a mix of curiosity and concern, his dark eyebrows knitting together.

Taking a deep breath, I leaned in closer, trying to shield my secret from prying ears. "Um, I'm pregnant," I whispered, my voice trembling slightly as the weight of my words hung in the air.

"What?" His voice rose sharply, ricocheting around the shop like a shot fired, and I felt several heads turn our way, surprised and intrigued by the commotion.

I swallowed hard and repeated, quieter this time, "I'm pregnant."

His eyes widened in disbelief, the shock crystallizing in his expression. "Is it mine?" The question hung in the air like an impending thunderstorm, and I could feel the tension crackle as onlookers shifted uncomfortably in their seats, eager to catch every detail of our exchange.

"Yes, but listen—nobody knows except for you and me, and it has to stay that way for now." I pleaded, urgency lacing my words. Just as I was about to elaborate, my phone chimed loudly, breaking the moment of intimacy.

The screen lit up with a text from my mom: "Come home now. I need you to try on dresses."

I hastily typed back, "Okay, I'll be there."

Mom replied quickly, "See you soon, sweetie."

I turned back to Alec, my mind swirling with the impending conversation and the responsibilities rushing in like a tidal wave. "Hey, I'm sorry, but I have to go home. We'll talk later."

"Yeah, later," he replied, disappointment flickering across his face, his gaze clouded with unsaid words.

As I stood up to leave, I noticed Lillian, the school's queen bee, blocking my exit, one hand on her hip and chewing gum obnoxiously. I rolled my eyes, annoyance creeping into my voice as I challenged, "Um, can I help you?"

"Actually, yes. I want a date with one of your brothers," she stated casually, her eyes glinting with a mischief that sent a shiver down my spine.

"What if I don't want to set you up?" I shot back, crossing my arms defensively, feeling a surge of protectiveness over my family.

"Then I'll spill the beans about your little secret," she smirked, leaning in closer, her voice low and taunting. "You know, the one where you're pregnant and your poor best friend has no idea."

"Ugh, fine! Just leave me alone!" I snapped, the frustration bubbling over like a pot about to boil over.

I stormed out of the shop, my mind racing with anxious thoughts. What was I going to do? I couldn't let anyone find out yet; the stakes felt impossibly high, and I was terrified of the consequences.

"Mom, I'm home!" I called, stepping inside our cozy house, the familiar scent of dinner wafting through the air.

"Oh good, you're here! Your sister wants you to come try on wedding dresses," she exclaimed, her voice cheerful and bright, slicing through the cloud of worry that lingered in my mind.

"But it's not even time yet!" I protested, incredulous.

"They just want to get the measurements beforehand. Come on, it'll be fun!" she insisted, her enthusiasm unyielding.

Rolling my eyes, I sighed in resignation. "Fine, but I'm changing first."

"What's with the attitude?" she asked, raising an eyebrow and cocking her head slightly, her expression firm but still loving.

"Nothing, why?" I replied, trying to suppress the irritation bubbling within me.

"You're grounded," she declared suddenly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"Wait, that's not fair!" I shot back, disbelief fueling my rebellious spirit.

Her answer was uncompromising. "Life's not fair, young lady."

Ugh, whatever! I thought as I marched off to my room, my mind still buzzing with secrets and decisions that felt like a storm brewing on the horizon, threatening to change everything I knew.