By the time Luke and I made it back to my apartment, it was well past three in the morning. I let out an exhausted sigh as I allowed my body to fall backwards onto my bed. Luke flopped down on the couch and was promptly attacked by October's needy, purring body. She sat down on his chest and batted at his chin until he finally relented and brought a hand up to scratch her head.
"Weddings are so exhausting." I groaned, lifting myself into a seated position so I could remove the heeled shoes that were threatening to make my feet sore for days. Luke tilted his head to the side so he could look at me, a small smile on his lips.
"It was fun, though." Luke added. "Let me know if any of your other friends are having weddings any time soon. I'm game for crashing a few of them." He quipped. I let out a giggle, shaking my head. Of course, that would be his reply.
"I'll keep that in mind." I assured. Luke picked October up off of his chest and set her on the floor before getting up himself. I watched him closely as he headed towards the bathroom, noting how his path wasn't exactly a straight line. After he entered the room and closed the door, I stood up and crossed over to my dresser, pulling out some pajama bottoms and an old T-shirt. "I know you have a band thing in the morning, but how about you stay here for the night?" I suggested loudly so he could hear it through the closed door. I unzipped my dress, letting it fall to the floor before pulling my T-shirt over my head and stepping into the pajama bottoms. I was just beginning to pull the bobby pins from my hair when the toilet flushed. "Luke?" I called, wondering if he had heard me the first time. After several moments, the door to the bathroom finally opened. I lifted an eyebrow at his appearance.
In the short amount of time that Luke had been in the bathroom, he'd removed his pants, leaving him in his boxers. He had also taken off his jacket, managed to get his tie stuck around one wrist, and unbuttoned three buttons on his shirt. I stifled a giggle as he gave me a tired look.
"I can't sleep in my suit, stop laughing at me." He complained. I stood up, crossing over to where he was standing.
"Okay, I'm sorry." I apologized, still feeling a grin tilt the corners of my lips upwards. Grabbing his hand, I led him over to the bed. He sat down on it with a huff, letting his eyes close. I reached out and untangled the tie from his wrist before helping with the rest of the buttons on his shirt. Luke shrugged the article of clothing off and tossed it on the floor, where it was promptly sat on by my cat. I crawled up onto the bed, pulling back the covers before slipping beneath them.
"Luke, can you get the lamp?" I asked. He nodded, reaching over and flipping the switch that turned off the light. I couldn't see him, but I could feel the bed dip as he maneuvered his way back onto the bed, this time sliding beneath the covers alongside me. It didn't take long for his hands to find my waist and pull me towards him. I let out a content sigh, turning so I was facing him. He wrapped an arm around me, and I rested my head on his chest.
"You're warm." He mumbled, his words coming out slurred as he began to fall asleep. I smiled, but didn't reply. "Love you." He grunted. Moments later, the sounds of his soft snores filled the apartment. I chuckled lightly, letting my eyes close.
"Love you too, dork." I whispered.
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"How was your first week as a married woman?" I questioned loudly as I entered the dog kennel behind Katie. She stopped and turned to face me, but I was focusing on her stomach. "Any new animal-loving progeny to be expected in the next nine months or so?" Katie shot me a look for that one, placing a hand on her hip.
"I think I should be asking you the same question, missy." She retorted, sending a pointed look at my own stomach. "You've been all out of sorts recently, and don't tell me it's PMS. Nobody goes through three weeks of PMS." My eyebrows shot up at her words.
I wasn't pregnant. Luke and I had only hooked up once, and that was over a month ago. We'd used protection, even. Hell, I had even gotten my period- wait. As soon as the thought crossed my mind, my eyes widened considerably. I couldn't be pregnant. I'd know by now, wouldn't I? How long before you begin to show again? I didn't know. I never knew anyone who was pregnant; there was nothing for me to reference.
"I'm not pregnant." I asserted out loud, though even I could tell my voice sounded worried. Katie's brows furrowed at my statement.
"You do know that there are tests for theses things, right? Just go an buy one." She said. "We're off in an hour." She added, as if that was meant to make me feel better about everything. I shook my head, as if the motion alone would clear all of the scary thoughts roaming about in my brain.
"Yeah, yeah." I grunted. "I know. But I don't need one. I'm not pregnant." I stated, this time my words coming out a bit more assured sounding. I shook my head again, grabbing a leash from the wall. "I'll take Bruiser out and see if I can get him to go to the bathroom. We still need that fecal sample to see if he has digestive problems." I muttered, avoiding eye contact with Katie as I passed her and headed for the small chihuahua's kennel. I knew Katie wanted to say something, but she kept her mouth shut. I was actually rather thankful for it, too. I didn't want to think about that right now; not when the prospect of being pregnant scared me to no end.
There's a reason many younger kids called them 'pregnancy scares'. When you barely have enough to support your own self, it's pretty damn scary to think that you might just have to do the same for another human being for at least eighteen years. That includes the doctor's visits, the food, the stupid birthday party presents for their friends, everything. Then there was the father. What would Luke say if he found out I had become pregnant after just one night; a night where we had used protection for God's sake! Would he be happy, or sad, or would he just not care at all? I didn't know what was worse.
And all of these thoughts were flitting through my head without even the confirmation that I was even pregnant in the first place. As I stepped out into the sunny outdoors with Bruiser's leash clutched tightly in my hand, I made up my mind.
I needed to take that pregnancy test.
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So this chapter happened.
Anyways, like I seem to always have to say, I am sorry for the crappy lateness of my update. I lost my muse for a while there, and school, and all that fun stuff. So yeah. Anyways, I finally buckled down and got this chapter written! Good news for you all, though, is that the epilogue was already written before I wrote this! SO, that means it should be out on time. (That time being Wednesday night, btw)
Hope you enjoy the chapter!
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Forgiven // l.h. // Book 2 in Bully Series
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