Red Light: A Dark Stalker Romance (Book One) (Dangerous Games Series)

Chapter Twenty-One - Alanna

Dr. Key walks back through the door with his nose in his clipboard. Normally I'd prefer a woman doctor, but you take what you can get. He pulls his stool over to the patient table where I'm perched and mounts it before he looks up at me and sighs. "I can't prescribe you birth control." He says and my mouth falls open. He raises a hand, telling me to wait. "I can't prescribe you birth control because you're pregnant." He says bluntly and I jerk back in shock.

"Pregnant? Like...with a baby?" I ask, reeling from the news. He nods and looks at me with pity. "If you need to...make a decision...we can facilitate that. I know you've been seeing the Bissette boy, and I wouldn't blame you at all if you wanted to handle this without him knowing." He offers and I look at him in horror. Is he serious? Now? He's going to turn this into a Flick is the devil moment? Are you fucking kidding me?!

I slide off the table and turn to snatch up my purse. "Woah! I didn't mean right now; you'll have to make an appointment–" I walk through the door and slam it shut on him. I stomp through the halls and slam some cash on the counter as I leave, not knowing if it's enough. If it's not, they can bill me. Fuck them. I stomp all the way out to my mini cooper fuming. It's not until I'm sitting behind the wheel that the words start to really sink in.

Pregnant...I'm pregnant...fuck. What was I going to do? I'd have to tell Flick. He was going to run screaming. We've only known each other for a month. This was not happening. I hit my steering wheel in frustration and then lean my forehead against the wheel. This was my fault. I knew my birth control was missing, and I still had the longest fuck marathon in history with Flick the other night. It was really great while we were doing it though...

I've never wanted anyone the way I want Flick Jamey Bissette. There was something about him that just made my knees weak with desire. And the way he looked at me like I was the only woman in existence was addicting. But what was I going to do about the baby currently replicating cells in my fucking womb? Damnit! I wasn't prepared for this. I wasn't ready, and I wasn't prepared.

The problem was, as much as I am pro-choice, I personally have never considered termination. I always assumed that by the time I got pregnant, I would be ready for a baby and have been trying for one. Clearly that was not the case. But could I really make that appointment? That was such a big decision. I had never given it real thought. I spend the drive home going over the factors in my head.

I travel for my job. I travel all over the U.S. and write stories for random cities. With a town this small, I can't imagine I could find a stable writing job that would pay the property tax and keep me fed. Much less pay for a kid. What do I do if Flick reacts badly? Do I want to raise a kid alone? Should I even tell him and risk what we're growing right now? He does deserve to know, but at the same time, why put myself in the position of having to deal with his reaction? Whatever it is, I can't say I'm ready for it.

Is that fair to him though? Doesn't he deserve to be just as much a part of the conversation as me? True, it's my body, but it's just as much his kid. Holy shit there's a kid. A whole fucking child in my womb. I sit in my car staring at the house thinking for over an hour. I'm pretty sure I would have stayed like that all day had Timothy's text not come through to distract me and give me something else to think about.

"I've run the tests ten times. I have the answer you're looking for." Was all it said. I turn the car back on and put it in gear, swinging around and heading out towards the high school. This I could make a decision on. This was easy. Follow the story. That course of action was in my blood. I make the short drive to the school and park in the parking lot. I jog inside and head to the science wing, looking for lights on.

I find Timothy hunched over a microscope again. I knock on the open door lightly and he groans in frustration and looks up at me. Upon seeing who is interrupting him, his eyes go wide. "You came alone this time." I shrug, not wanting to explain to this fifteen-year-old that my world had just been rocked to its core. He wouldn't understand. He was too young and considered himself way too smart to make a dumb decision. I could tell just by looking at him.