"What are you doing!?" I yell as I throw Mr. J away from my mother. I hug mom. "Are you ok?" I ask.
"Aside from the cut in my neck? Yeah I'm fine." She responds.
She glares at me. "What are you wearing?" She asks, almost yelling.
'Not my clothes, that's for damn sure.' I say in my head. "Something more appropriate than what I'm wearing under it." I answer.
Mr. J picks himself off the ground. I walk over to himand squat. "I'm sorry puddin. Just you were about to kill my mom....I had to stop you." I put my arms around his neck. "Forgiven?" I pout.
He looks at me. I make a pouty face. "Of course you're forgiven."
I smile and kiss him on the cheek then go back over to mom.
"What did you need? Wait, how did you even find me?" I ask her.
She looked stunned for a moment. "I thought you got kidnapped....but obviously you are here on your own will....so carry on." She said' completely ignoring my other question, as she walked out.
"Where were we?" Mr. J says while taking the jacket off me. I put my arms around his neck and kiss him.
He pulls me to the bedroom and lightly pushes me onto the bed. He climbs on top of me and kisses me. I flip us around so I'm on top and I kiss him.
***
I wrap my arms around his waist and lay my head on his chest. I feel him holding me and I fall asleep.
I guess I was shivering or something because when I woke up there was a blanket over us and Mr. J was holding me tight. I just squeezed him and went back to bed. What are a few more extra hours of sleep?
The second time I wake up is because Mr. J tries to get up without waking me but is unsuccessful.
"Morning puddin." I say. Still in our position, he kisses me.
"Morning babydoll."
I lay my head back down on his chest. I wish we could just stay in this position forever.
Knowing we can't, I get up and go to the kitchen for something to eat. It takes me a minute to realize that I don't have any clothes on. Oh yeah. I touch my lips and smile as I remember last night. I go into the bathroom and put my spandex and my sports bra on among other things.
"Son of a bitch!" I scream.
The Joker comes running out of the bedroom and runs into me.
"What's wrong!?" He half asks, half screams.
I show him the pregnancy test. He puts his hands on his hips.
"Hey. It'll be ok." I say as I run my fingers through his hair. "It's gonna be fine." I wrap my hands around his waist and lay my head on his chest.
He wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and my hands around his neck.
"It's all gonna be perfect." I whisper. That's the last thing I remember.
