Drugs Of NYC

Chapter 17 - Scare

You know that moment that you feel your stomach twist in knots. When you can barely make your feet move because your body refuses to do it. When your hands involuntarily freeze at your sides. When you can feel vomit forming into a lump in your throat. When your mouth can't form words for your emotions?

That's how I felt when I had to force myself to knock on Ken's door. He had a right to know. I kept repeating in my head. He absolutely had to know. I slowly brought my fist up and knocked urgently. My face in a cold state to remain neutral. It didn't take long to get myself together before he swung the door open. I could see the relief flood over him when he saw me.

"Can I come in?" I murmured fast.

"Ab..Ab..Absolutely, come in." He stuttered then motioned inside and I seemed to sort of drag past him. He shut the it behind him and didn't waste a second trying to apologize.

"Tessa, last night...I..."

"Shut up." I held up my hand. "Just please let me talk."

He leaned on the wall and crossed his arms over his chest. His face slightly uneasy and eager to hear what I was going to say.

"The doctor called," I sighed.

"Really? What'd he say?" His hand flew to his chest. "Am I the...am..."

"They couldn't do the embryo..." I crossed my arms. "Because I'm not pregnant."

"Oh thank god," He let out a sigh of relief.

I must admit, I was pretty relieved too. Who would want to relieve the whole 'Maury' thing.

"Yeah, so you don't have to worry." I shrugged. "I'm not carrying anyone's baby."

"Mhm." He nodded and it fell into an awkward silence. I looked at him and he stared at me. Innocence swimming in those warm chocolate eyes. "I'm so sorry for last night."

"I don't blame you, because I would react the same way if you got another woman pregnant..."

"So can we move past this? The affair and hit?"

I dug my the toe in the floor and stared down at my shoe. If he was willingly to forgive me, I guess I could forgive him.

"Yes. We can." I sighed and before I knew it he had his arms around me.

"Nothing happened, okay?" He muttered in a raspy voice."Absolutely nothing happened."

Nothing but a slap and a pregnancy scare by his song writer.

"I can't believe what I did to you." I mumbled into his sweater. He stroked my hair softly.

"It's okay, I love you."

"I love you, too."

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"Stop laughing." I gave Kingsley a hard glare. She couldn't see it through her closed eyes and slapping the table. Here we were at the coffee shop like in our highschool days. The usual for her, a family pack of double chocolate chip cookies and a over creamed coffee. And for me a 12 pack of donuts and a pumpkin spice latte. Her laughing was making it hard to eat and not only was she attracting attention but she was getting on my last nerve.

"I'm sorry." She waved her hand and still giggled. Then opened her eyes and saw my glare. "Oh come on, you don't think this is funny?"

"NO."

"Getting knocked up by a possible asshole is funny enough. But having to take a DNA test and explain the affair is priceless." She went into yet another fit of laughter. I quietly just sipped my coffee trying to ignore the slight stares we were getting.