When I awoke, I was sitting in Bob's lamborghini, parked outside my flat.
"How did you know where I live?" I ask
"A little birdy told me."
"Uhm okay."
He stokes my hair again and kisses me softly on my cheek.
I get out of the car. It's freezing outside.
"I don't want to be alone right now." I say.
He nods and I grab his hand. We walk inside together.
I through Bob's coat on the sofa as I walk in. I go into my bedroom and put a shirt on. I rub my sore leg, its gone bright red from Stuart's whip. At this point I'm too tired to care. I fall into my bed and Bob lays down next to me. I hug him tightly and begin to fall asleep.
The next day, I wake up in bed and me and Bob are still spooning. I roll around to face him. He was already awake. "Are you okay?" he asks, stroking my hair.
"Yeah," I say, still a bit flustered from last night. "I think I need a pregnancy test"
"Wait what!?"
I look at him and his face brightens up. "Do you think you're pregnant !"
"Maybe."
"I'll go buy you a test right now!"
Bob enthusiastically gets up and runs out. He seems more happy about this than I do.
Five minutes later, Bob comes back with a test in his hand. He passes it to me and put my index finger up to his lips, shushing him. He was too hyper. I got to do the test.
Its positive.
I walk out of the bathroom with a stone cold look on my face. "Bob, I'm pregnant."
"Oh my God! I'm going to be a dad!"
"It might not be yours."
"Then it will be mine in spirit."
"I'm glad to see you so happy but I-"
"Oh my God! Oh my God!"
"I'm getting an abortion."
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