fearless

Chapter 33: What?!

Chapter 33:

What?!:

Song of Chapter: Pretty Girls- Britney Spears feat. Iggy Azalea

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"Baby," Ty whines in my ear. I stand at the cash register in the tattoo parlor, counting Dauntless Credits. "It's been so long." He drags out the 'o', making me melt.

He wraps his arms around my midsection tightly. "Ty," I chuckle. "it's been two days!"

"But that two days can feel like a millennium to a man." He turns me around, looking me dead in the eyes. He leans closer, until his plump lips are on mine.

I pull away, staring into his eyes. I look up, and in a quivering voice, I whisper, "I'll finish locking up."

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"Ty." I moan. I grip into his muscular arms. The Dauntless faction seal tattoo on his arm lies beneath my fingertips, which dig into his skin.

He swallows my moans with a kiss. My body quivers under his soft touch as he dives downward, to my stomach, pressing light, wet, kisses to my warm skin.

His hand runs through my hair, the other placed on my boob. He kisses my again, pulling away quickly.

I turn us over, so that now I'm on top. I caress his cheeks as he grunts, and he smiles. "I love you, Ty." I say through rough breaths.

My ombré hair lays on my arm as I caress his skin. "I love you, too, Maddie. More than you could ever imagine." With that, he kisses me fully on the lips, turning us over again.

I gasp, and Ty grunts loudly. Then it's over. He collapses next to me. The two of us are breathing heavily, as if we just ran around the city twice.

>> 2 Weeks Later

I've been feeling sort of weird. I think that I'm sick. I have a weird sensation in my core, and I've been getting sick every morning for the past week.

I look up at the calendar, and gasp. I should have started my cycle a week ago. Ty went to work today, but I stayed home because I'm "sick" and shouldn't infect everyone around me.

I look at my watch. Ty won't be off work for another two hours. I should run to the store and pick up a test. It's the only logical thing to do. There's my Erudite kicking in.

I slip on my shoes, and dash for the door. I speed walk through the pit, passing by many people, none of which I know, luckily.

I walk into the store, and walk to the aisle where the tests would be. I look at them. Every one of them reads, Results in five minutes, every time! I pick up two different tests, and check out.

I sprint back home, and walk straight to the bathroom. I hope it's not what I think it is. I'm not ready to be a mother yet; I'd be an awful one. I'm only nineteen, and Ty's twenty, which is scary.

I read the instructions carefully, then pull the test out of the box. I look at the little piece of plastic for a second and almost begin crying. It can't be. I don't want it to be what I think it is. I take the test, then set it down carefully before washing my hands.

I lean back against the wall, looking down at my toes. They're sort of swollen, which annoys me. I pull my phone out of my pocket, then look at the time. It has been four minutes. My hands tremble and shake. Tears well up in my eyes, thinking of what could happen if the test is positive, and if Ty takes it the wrong way. I don't want him to run off like Jordan.

I stare in the mirror as I wait. The golden spotlights above the mirror highlight my cheeks and part of my mouth. They shadow my eyes and nose. My eyes look droopy and tired, but, to be honest, I've never felt more alive.