THIS is why Sarah cannot get pregnant by Nelson... Hope this clears any confusion that you might have :)
Please note that this is a flashback :)
I stared at the pill packet in front of me. Most of the foil pockets were already broken, like counting days on a calendar. Wincing, before I could change my mind, I popped one out and held it in my hand. It was small and white, and it had the power to change everything. I cradled it in my cheek while I picked up my glass of water and swallowed the lot.
“You okay, honey?” Nelson appeared in the doorway, fastening his cufflinks, and glimpsing the pill packet. I swept it into my handbag quickly.
“I’m fine,” I smiled. “Just a headache.” He walked over and dropped a kiss on my forehead.
“You sure you’re okay to work today? You look a bit peaky.”
“I’m fine. I just didn’t sleep very well.” He smiled.
“As long as you’re okay.” He kissed me softly. He tasted of hope, promise. Only six months into our marriage, and already I was deceiving him.
“How’s that baby brewing?” His hand slipped to my abdomen. I didn’t bother to tell him that the non-existent baby – which had supposed to be conceived over a month ago – had been prevented from existing by these small white tablets.
“It’s good,” I lied, kissing him back. “I’m going for a shower before I get dressed. Is that okay?”
I slipped up the stairs, wrapping the dressing gown tighter around me and shuffled into our bedroom. The curtains were still drawn and the duvet rucked up, the pillow dented where he’d lain. I yanked open the wardrobe and selected a blue blouse and a pencil skirt and an informal blazer, then made my way into the sanctuary of our bathroom.
The jet of hot water felt good on my skin, and washed my hair out carefully, watching how my breath made puffs of smoke in the air, and the way the beads of water slipped between my lips to moisten my tongue. I nudged the temperature up until my skin blistered and the mirrors smoked up. This way, I wouldn’t have to see the person I’d become.
Once I was dressed, I slicked on a little eyeliner and mascara and sprayed my wrists with my favourite perfume. It was one Nelson had bought me as a wedding present: “Tendre Poison” By Christian Dior.
When I made my way down the stairs, I found Nelson at the bottom, holding my coat. “I’ve booked a table at “Little Italy”,” he smiled. “I thought you might need a pick-me-up.” I felt a smile break over my face.
“Nelson Locke,” he grinned, “I love you.” He kissed me long and slow.
“Come on,” he said. “We’ll be late for school.” I smiled at the pun.
“Wait a minute,” I said. “I’ve forgotten my bag.” I found it in the kitchen on the chair where I’d left it. As I picked it up, I noticed the pill packet in the bottom. On a whim, I picked it up and threw it in the bin, where it belonged.
“Ready?” Nelson held the door open for me.
“Always,” I replied with confidence.
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One Kiss... (Completed)
Teen FictionToby White is sixteen, and he lives in Springfield Falls with his mum and sister, Lottie following his parents’ messy divorce. Confused, and frustrated, he turns to his English teacher, Sarah Locke for support, but when one kiss turns into many, can...
