Sex Ed: After Class

Caught

It's been three months since Chris was drugged and I assaulted Robyn. My hand is fully healed now. It's December. That's convenient for my situation. I've been wearing baggy sweaters until now and it doesn't look suspicious. I'm around 5 months pregnant and showing. I've been doing a good enough job hiding it for the most part, though my mother knows. However, neither Chris nor my father know. I sighed deeply. With the way I've been acting the last few weeks I'm sure that Chris knows something's up with me. In fact, there's not a single doubt in my mind that he does. I eyed the large board in the front of the classroom as he lectured. He sounded like he wasn't completely present at this point. Our eyes locked on more than one occasion during class. He seemed to be desperately searching for a reason to hold me after the bell rings. I made sure he didn't have one. As soon as the bell rang I jetted out of the classroom. I felt hungry sitting in my final class so I left early. My professor wasn't saying anything important anyway. Things were a lot more lax at this point in the year. It would be time to let out pretty soon. I'll be graduating. I'm not even sure how I've skated my way through college anyway. I didn't question it any more than necessary.

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"Baby what the hell?" Chris asked, walking into my house and tossing his keys on the coffee table.
"What?" I asked, my mouth full of cereal.
"I needed to see you after class today."
"Did you? I had to get home. I'm sorry babe."
"Why were you in such a rush?"
"Well—" I started as I placed my now empty bowl of Frosted Flakes on my coffee table, only to be interrupted by him pulling me to my feet.
"Cara..." he trailed off, wrapping his arms around me in a hug. "You haven't so much as hugged me in weeks...I was wondering if it was something I had done. I would've never had a clue until you asked me to grab something from your bathroom and I opened the wrong cabinet. Why didn't you tell me?"
"W-what are you talking about?"
"Baby don't play with me. I saw the pregnancy test and the papers from your doctor. I'm gonna be a dad...and you weren't even gonna tell me."

He spoke into the crook of my neck. I could hear the tremble in his voice. He was crying. I rubbed his back in attempt to soothe him. I could feel him pressing soft kisses to my neck and collarbone.

"Chris I'm sor—"
"You don't understand how happy this makes me. Damn, I been trying to trap you for MONTHS!" He whined.
"Christopher get off me." I responded flatly, not believing he said that.
"No baby, you have to understand. I've wanted to get you pregnant for months." He began to sink to his knees, looking up at me as he pushed up the loose fitting red crew neck pullover I was wearing along with my white tank top. Now my growing baby bump was revealed. "Oh my god, babe you been hiding it so long! Hey there little one. This is your daddy." He cooed to it.
"Chris stop...!" I blushed, covering my face with my sleeves.
"No way. Your mommy kept you a secret from me. I'm sorry this is the first time you're hearing me talk to you. I've been waiting on you forever. I can't wait to meet you." He rubbed my stomach with both hands. Though I couldn't exactly see his face, I knew he was smiling.
"Christopher please—"
"Do you know what it is yet?"
"No..."
"What do you want?"
"I really don't know."
"Kinda want a boy...but a little you would make me happy too." He smiled.

He pressed small kisses to my belly before getting up. He told me several more times how happy he was to have a baby on the way. While I was washing my bowl he stuck to me like glue, his hands under the front of my sweater. I went to lay in bed though I wasn't alone. Chris, since finding out, hadn't given me more than a foot of space. I sighed at him laying his head on my chest and his hand on my belly.

"Does mom know?"
"Yes she knows."
"...Does your dad?"
"Not unless mom told him. Which I doubt."
"Babe...I'm your king, right?" He asked.
"Yes, you're my king." I nodded.
"And you're my queen. So we're gonna have a little prince or princess." He said as if he couldn't believe it.
"Yes, I know." I grinned. He's so corny sometimes.
"I love you. Both of you." He kissed my cheek and rubbed my belly.
"We love you too, Christopher."