Half Cowboy, Half City Girl

Positively Positive

Maya

Guess who's most likely fucking pregnant? Fucking me and I'm fucking pissed. I'm not ready to have a kid pop out of my goddamn pussy.

But I just puked my guts out the second I woke up and morning sickness is like the main pregnancy symptom, isn't it? And I'm fucking experiencing it. I hate it and I hate my stupid huckleberry for doing this to me.

Which is why I'm yelling at him as I brush my teeth. "You are an idiot! I'm so fucking pissed off with you, Lucas! Fuck you!"

"It takes two people to make a fucking baby, doesn't it?" He's getting mad, "Don't blame me for this because you know damn well I wasn't wearing protection and didn't say shit about it! You told me to cum inside you! That's what you said!"

I should calm myself down and then help him calm down but I don't. "Shut the fuck up and stop blaming me for this! This is your fault!"

Just as finish brushing my teeth, I see in the mirror that Lucas is winding up to punch the wall and yelling. "It's both of us at blame! Don't you fucking get it?!"

"Calm down!" I yell at him, using all my strength to hold his musclier arm back from hitting the wall, "Do ya wanna break your fucking hand and the wall?!"

Just from my touch, I feel his whole body relax just a little bit but he's still angry and I know should've calmed him down a long time ago. "Let me go."

I turn him around slowly so he's facing me. "Look at me, Lucas."

His darkened green eyes reluctantly fall down to mine and he is somewhat taken out of his anger. "I'm sorry, Maya."

My hands find his and I lock our fingers together as I move in closer to his much taller and stronger body, resting my head against his chest. "Just hold me."

Slowly and carefully, he releases my hands and wraps his arms all around my back, sheltering me in his strong arms and holding me closer than he ever has before.

A few tears find an escape out of my eyes. "I don't want to be pregnant."

"Maya, I know but I'm here for you, every step of the way," he swallows hard and uses his energy to forget about all that made him mad, "And we don't even know if you are pregnant for sure, just most likely."

"I can't do this," I then just break down in tears, "I can't."

"Yes, you can, I know you can," he strokes my hair and holds me against him, "You're the strongest person I've ever known, Maya. You can."

My arms wrap around his waist and I clutch his shirt tightly in tiny fists. "I am not strong and never have been! I'm just gonna mess up an innocent child's life by being a mother just as bad as my own!"

Tears pour down my face and I'm probably drenching his shirt in tears which is why he pulls away and holds my hands, sliding down the wall unto, he's sitting and I'm kneeling between his legs. "Come here."

I sniffle then don't hesitate to crawl in lap, nuzzle into his chest and cry some more while I get my back rubbed. "I can't do this, Lucas."

"You're right, you can't do this, Maya," Lucas holds me close and kisses the top of my head for an extra amount of time, "That's why I'm here to help you do this. It's our baby that you are most likely carrying, not just your baby."