Kilgrave's Desire

Waiting game

I run back into my room, tossing the bags of other groceries on my bed. I snatch one of the large bottles of water, my cell phone and the three pregnancy tests and lock myself in the bathroom. I sit in the toilet lid with my limbs shaking nervously as I struggle to open the bottle of water. The cap toppled out of my hands and bounces on the floor. I take the bottle and drink the water welcomingly. As I down the water thoughts come rushing into my head.

What if I am pregnant?
I might be I'm over four months late.
This is crazy...it was stress...the stress make me skip it.
Yeah okay and I was what stressed the whole three months I was with Kilgrave. What will he do when he finds out...of he finds out.

These questions filter in and out of my thoughts and after I drank the last drop of water I found myself crying and I don't know why. I sit and wait for the water to work it's magic. As I sit and wait I tear open the three pregnancy test boxes.

The water took all of ten minutes to work it's magic and Oliver still has not called. I'm sure he is ok. It has been almost an hour so I'm sure he had to wait. I sit on the toilet seat staring at the three tests awaiting their results. The timer on my phone clicks away endlessly as I watch the sticks to start forming lines. I turn away quickly and get up to my feet pacing back and forth on the tiles. My heart is racing worse than when I ran from Kilgrave...worse than watching those innocent people kill themselves...worse than when Kilgrave and I slept together. I glance at my phone and saw there was still two minutes left...this is horrible. I hate waiting especially for something like this that could change my life.

I decide to change my clothes while I waited. I walked out of the bathroom and stripped from my jeans and blouse and slip on a pair of my plaid pajama pants and Kilgrave's shirt...the one I wore after we slept together. I pulled the shirt on watching it hang just halfway down my thighs. I bring the shirt to my face and take a quick inhale smelling his cologne. The smell makes my heart flutter like crack or cocaine, this scent is my,undoing. I am pulled away from my moment of ecstasy when the phone rings. I turn and pick it up hesitantly.

"Yes?" I ask through the phone carefully.

"Hey It's me, I'm heading back...my leg is just inflamed from moving it too much so they gave me a brace and I was told to take it easy," Oliver's cheerful voice replied happily.

"Ok so no more running from crazy men in purple suits," I reply solemnly knowing that we cannot move much...we are stuck here now until his leg heals a bit more.

"Wow you sound like hell," Oliver admonished with concern.

You don't even know the half of it.

"Yeah I still don't feel well but I'm okay," I reply slowly trying to hide the fact that I am possibly incubating a child of the madman who nearly killed him.

"Well I'll be back in ten minutes, see you soon," he replied and with that the line goes dead.

I put the phone down just in time to hear my alarm on my phone beeping. I guess it is now or never. I walk into the bathroom and silence the alarm. I glance at the bathroom counter and see all three tests sitting In a row waiting....taunting me. My hands tremble uncontrollably as I grab the three tests and compare them all to one of the instruction booklets. I stumble backwards as my world just summersaults out of control. The tests scatter around me,in the floor as I back into the tiles wall and slide down the wall and to the floor. There is no way this is possible. I cannot believe this has happened all three tests had a plus sign....positive.

I'm pregnant.

I crawl to the counter snatch my phone and stare at the screen. Sixty missed calls, a full voicemail box, thirty text messages...all from Kilgrave. Should I tell him? What will he do? I jumble thoughts and scenarios as I delete all the texts and voicemails not bothering to listen to them or read them.

I hear the sound of the door unlocking as Oliver announced that he is home. I do not reply I just sit there on the cold,floor with my phone that I should ditch in one,hand and one of the pregnancy tests in the other. Both taunt me. I should call him...but what his reaction be? Will he be angry? Blame me? He can't truly blame me....it takes two to make a child...

"Hey," Oliver whispers as he walks in carefully holding a can of ginger ale out like it is a peace offering.

I pull the test down to my side keeping it out of his sight. I smile at him and watch as he leans against the bathroom counter looking at me. Oliver opens the can and hands it to me and I take it but I put it on the floor next to me.

"Still not feeling good?" he asks curiously.

"I feel guilty," I mutter more to myself but I know he heard me.

"For what?" he scoffs. "You finally escaped a lunatic who kept you as a mental hostage for over three months."

"Its a different reason," I reply as I look him in the eye knowing I cannot hide this from him.

"Tell me then," he implored sweetly.

I grab a test and offer it to him. He hesitated at first but takes the test and exaimines it. I watch as his sweet concerned face goes ashen. He looks at me full of disbelief.

"I am pregnant and it's Kilgrave's kid," I finally admitted out loud.