Only, Always, and Forever You

8 - Embarazada

Amara's POV:

I wake up Saturday morning at 9 AM. I get ready to go for a run, which I try to do every morning. I find that it clears my head and puts me in a good mood.

I only jog for about an hour before I return to the apartment. As soon as I get back, I take a long, warm shower, during which I shave, shampoo, and condition.

When I finally get out of the shower, I bask in the smell of my rose scented body wash as I pat my hair dry. I then continue on to my hair and skin care routine, and by the time I leave the bathroom, another hour has passed.

I realize I only have an hour left before Cole picks me up, so I decide to go and get ready so that I can spend the remainder of the hour with my mom.

For my outfit, I pick out a pair of low-rise jeans and a black, graphic baby tee. I like the way these clothes hug my body and show of my curves; it's one of my favorite outfits to wear.

The rest of the morning I spend with my mom, making her breakfast and talking to her about her upcoming plans.

"Enough about me, Amara. Tell me about you, what's new, mi amor," (Translation: my love) she says, looking at me and waiting for a reply.

"Nothing much, you know me mamá," I start, "But in a little bit I'm going over to a classmate's house to work on a group project. Is that okay?"

She perks up at the mention of me going over to another person's house, "A friend? Que chévere! I hope you have fun, but remember, no boys. No quiero que un chico te deje embarazada." (Translation: Cool! ; I don't want a boy to get you pregnant)

"Mamá!!" I exclaim, immediately turning red, "No, no! There won't be any boys there..." I lie.

"Good," she replies with a definitive nod.

My phone suddenly gets a notification.

Cole: I'm waiting outside. Come down when you're ready.

Awkward timing for him to text me right after that lovely conversation with my mother...

I kiss my mom on her cheek and tell her I'm heading out before I slide my shoes on and grab my backpack. I'm quick to leave before she can say anything else about me getting pregnant...

Cole's POV:

I texted her about a minute ago, letting her know I'm here, but I wasn't expecting her to come down so fast. I shouldn't be surprised, though. She seems like the punctual type.

I watch her as she walks towards my car with a smile on her face. Showcasing her perfect, white teeth. I look at what she's wearing and my mouth suddenly feels very dry.

She's wearing low rise jeans and a tight, baby tee, leaving a small bit of bare skin at her lower stomach. Her hips sway as she walks towards me and I can't help but stare. Yesterday she was wearing a large sweater that covered up her figure, but now I can see the shape of her body.

I wish she showed it off more often, but then again, I'm glad she doesn't at school. There are too many creeps that would look at her too much. Just the thought of that makes me tense.

She opens the passenger door and gets into the car. As she buckles her seatbelt, I get a strong waft of her scent, and just like that, all the tension in my body dissipates.

"You ready?" I manage to say as I finally peel my eyes off of her.

She nods at me with a smile as she tucks a rogue strand of her long, black hair behind her ear and out of her face.

* * *

The drive to my house was quiet, but the silence was comfortable. Now, as her and I get out of the car, she finally talks.

"Wow," she says breathlessly in her soft voice, "your house is beautiful."

Her lips are parted slightly and I don't even bother to look at the house she's gawking at. My eyes stay glued to her.

"Thank you."

I head towards the front door and enter, holding it open after me so that she can come in.

"Luke and Ella are already here, they're waiting for us upstairs," I announce, to which she just nods.

She's too distracted, looking at the inside of my house, to register what I said, so I reach out to get her attention. I lightly touch her lower arm, and she quickly meets my eyes. I can't help but notice the warmth that just this small touch gave me. It's enough to heat up every inch of my body.

"Amara, I said the others are already here. Shall we?" I suggest as I gesture to the stairwell behind us.

Our eyes stay locked for a minute before she nods again. This time I know she was listening because she starts to walk toward the stairs.

I follow closely behind her as we walk up the stairs. I try to keep my head down but I briefly look up. In front of me, I can see the smallest slip of her black lace panties, peeking out the top of her low-rise jeans.

"Oh, fuck," I groan to myself, barely making a sound so that she doesn't hear.

I gulp and readjust my pants, already feeling them tighten slightly.

Today is not going to be easy.

I just need to keep my distance and I'll be okay.