1989: a story of two misfit kids from mid-west america making it big in the big apple. and in the true sense of the american dream they find themselves in a life of sex, money, drugs, and a little rock n roll too.
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author's note: PART TWO of the Honeymoon (oneshot). As always, thank you for reading! This is the last of it.
The following morning, they woke early. Despite her tiredness, Alma was too anxious to sleep in today. Bill felt his heart race while lying beside her. He chewed the inside of his cheek, debating whether they should take the tests he bought right away or start their day as usual.
Alma pressed her body against his back, wrapping her leg and arms around him. He chuckled softly—it wasn't often he found himself as the little spoon. Even if he liked it, it felt a little silly. They lay there in silence, holding each other, savoring the stillness of the space and time before facing the tests.
Bill placed his hand over hers, which was lying on his pec, and turned his head a little. "Do you think you might be..."
Alma rested her cheek on his shoulder blade. "Maybe..." In all honesty, she was skeptical. She was feeling a little crampy when she woke up, but she didn't want to voice that in fear of a jinx. "Do you think I am?"
"I do."
A smile tugged at her lips with how sure he said it. "I should take one now, should I?"
"Could you take two? Because the last one—
"I'll take two," she stated.
Alma got up and grabbed the tests from under the sink cabinet. Bill had bought three and tucked them away, still inside the plastic bag from the pharmacy. As she glanced at the receipt inside, she couldn't help but note the items: three pregnancy tests, one energy drink, and a pack of cigarettes. How lovely, she sarcastically thought.
Bill entered the bathroom with a cup for her to pee in before taking a seat on the ledge of the bathtub, crossing his arms, and putting one knee over the other.
Alma shot him a look with furrowed brows. "Are you really going to sit and watch me pee like a pervy probation officer?"
Bill gave her an amused glance. "I—I guess I can look away. Since you're so shy," he replied facetiously.
Alma quickly took care of business, and together they dipped two tests in the cup, capped them, and immediately laid them face down.
"In five minutes, we'll check," Bill said, kissing the top of her head.
"Okay..." Alma swiftly took off her nightgown and tugged at his arm, urging him to lean down for a kiss.
He lifted her off her feet, sitting her on the edge of the sink, leaning back as he watched her pull down his sweatpants to his thighs. Though it was quick, they made love instead of waiting in anxious anticipation. Drawn to the shower, they continued under the cascade of warm water, letting their stress melt away as they focused solely on making each other feel good.
They re-entered the bathroom in lounge clothes after their shower, and just as Bill reached out to flip a test over, Alma caught his hand.
"Wait. If it's negative, we can still try." She locked eyes with him as she assured him. "If it isn't... this changes everything."
