Okay, so it's like chapter 12 now and I reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaally wanna know what people think and if they have any ideas =D thankyou to everyone who's become a fan aswell. I really appreciate it =D thankyous lya x x x
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A strange sense came over me as I looked down at the test. I felt bubbles of happiness swell up inside me as the little dot flashed green. I was pregnant. My heart went mad and my hands went straight to my stomach. I had a little baby inside of me. All mine. I grinned up at my reflection in the mirror, my eyes bright. I took the test, wrapped it in tissue and then tucked it into my pocket. I walked back out into the hallway to see Peter pacing back and forth behind the sofa. I walked towards him slowly. He caught sight of me, stopped pacing and turned to look at me. When I looked into his eyes I couldn't tell whether he was worried, happy, nervous. A thought struck me, what if he didn't want the baby? What if he wanted me to get an abortion? My stomach dropped, and I knew that even if he asked me to, I couldn't. I wouldn't.
"Well?" he asked, impatience in his voice. I coughed nervously and looked up at him. He walked over to me, and put his hands on my shoulders.
Tell me" he whispered. I sighed.
"I'm pregnant" I said, staring at the floor. He stood very still for what seemed like a very long time. When I looked up at him he was deep in thought. I put my hand on his cheek.
"What are you thinking?" I asked, quietly. He looked up at me and then looked away.
"What do you want to do with it?" he asked, his voice emotionless. I cleared my throat and looked him straight in the eye.
"I want to keep it" I said confidently. His eyes lit up and he let out a laugh of pure joy. I smiled up at him but inside I was confused. He leapt about the room and then he ran towards me. He lifted me up in his strong arms and spun me round. I laughed as I was flung on to the sofa. He knelt beside me on the floor and rested his hand on my stomach. He smiled down at it with so much love I couldn't believe I ever thought that he wouldn't want it. He looked up at me and grinned, and I saw tears in his eyes.
"We have a baby" he whispered. I nodded, feeling the tears well up in my eyes too. I wrapped my hand around his and he squeezed mine back in response. We stayed sat like that for what seemed like hours but eventually it ended when Peter got up and walked into the kitchen. He came back with a bag of marshmallows and a couple of sticks. I laughed as I realised what we were doing and I grabbed the thick blanket off of the sofa and flung in on the floor in front of the fire place. Peter sat down and wrapped his arm around my shoulder and I moved further into him. He kissed me gently before sticking a marshmallow on the end of a stick and placing it just above the fire. I think that that was one of the best evenings of my life. Even though it seemed pretty boring to most people, that night I felt like I had a family again. And we were a family now; me, Peter and the baby. Just before we fell asleep that night, I squeezed my eyes shut and wished as hard as I could that I had a baby boy.
I was woken up in the morning by Peter calling my name as he backed into our room with a tray.
"Katie, breakfast" he called. He walked towards me bed, waited for me to sit up and then placed the tray on my lap. It had several pancakes and pure orange juice on it; my favourite breakfast.
"God, I love you" I said, sleepily, pulling him towards me by his shirt so I could kiss him. He chuckled and then started to get changed. I watched as he did so. I felt my cheeks turn slightly pink as he walked into the bathroom naked and I looked down at my breakfast. He just laughed at me, and I glared playfully back.
I had just finished my amazing breakfast when Peter came back into the room dripping wet from his shower. He had no towel on whatsoever and I felt my eyes wander over his body.
"Haven't we got any towels?" I asked him, trying really hard to stare at his face. He grinned at me.
"Oh yeah, I just like watching you struggle" he said with a wink. I squeezed my legs together but turned my head to look at the wall.
"I have to idea what you're talking about" I said, biting my lip, trying desperately to concentrate on the pattern of the wallpaper. I was concentrating so hard that I didn't notice Peter was so close to me until he started talking again.
"Oh, I think you do" he said, his voice centimetres from my head. My head spun round to see him and I immediately sat on my hands to stop me doing anything that would mean he would win this one. His hands were either side of me, supporting all of his weight. The covers had been flung on the floor and his knees were either side of my thighs which meant that I had a clear view of... No, I wasn't going to look. I unwillingly dragged my eyes back up to his face.
"Admit it, you're turned on" he said, sexily. I shook my head vigorously. He raised his eyebrow. He hovered his finger over my stomach so that water dripped down on to me. It was cool and I shivered lightly. The water droplet made it's way down my stomach and he pulled the band of my underwear up slightly so that it could carry it's journey down. I bit my lip to stop any sound coming out. I was going to close my eyes but they didn't seem to want to. They watched Peter move his head to the waistband of my underwear. He took it in his teeth and slowly slid it down my leg. He pulled it off over my feet and flung it to the floor where the duvet lay. I looked over his magnificent body which was glistening with water and my will power ran out. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He grinned at me and started to kiss me passionately.
"I knew I'd win" he said between kisses. Normally I would've argued back but I couldn't be bothered to right now. My hands ran through his hair.
"We'd better not be late for school" I muttered as his mouth made its usual journey down my neck. He just chuckled. I sighed; he always seemed to get his way. Not that I minded, not this time anyway.
