Chasing Love

III.

Elizabeth

After breakfast, Jonathan and I decided as a couple to go to the mall and movies. However, it was going to be a fun night; a lovely date just me and him.

First, he proposed a casual breakfast date and then bought a few matching outfits to take pictures a month from now. He said, it's for our lovely pictures of our engagement but I know it's a family book. I smiled to myself picturing little me's and John's all over the place.

John and I ignored the movie while we made out the entire time the movie was running. We rushed back to the condo, not taking our lips off of one another and eventually we had to because he had to drive.

We made it to the apartment with my back pressed against the hard and cold brown wooden door. His lips met mine in a seductive way. Our tongues danced in rhythm and he bit my lip, asking for an entrance but I denied, breaking the kiss.

"Can we get inside first." I pointed out catching my breath. He smiled, nodding his head.

I unlocked the door, but too slow as he beat me to it opening the door only for his lips to meet my neck tasting my sweet spot as I moan in his ear. His right hand hugged my waist and left hand grabbing the door, shutting it behind him. I giggled as he shut his pinky in the door.

He grunts in pain but it easily rubs off and he leads me to my bedroom with the door shut behind us.

***

After the third round, I was laying on my back with Jonathan on top of me, all the rest of the moans escaping from my lips, after John and I reached our climax. I felt pretty weird afterward but I ignored it while John was still inside of me. He lazily slips out and removes the condom, throwing it away as he walked to the bathroom with the door closing behind him.

I laid there feeling exhausted but also feeling strange because after John and I have sex it usually doesn't feel like this. I questioned myself for 30 seconds until I had the courage to look at the condom resting in the trash bin. I lift it up only to see less semen in the rubber than normal. I know when guys climax, it's more amount than a size of a dime. As I lift it, it was a small hole at the bottom of it as it drips a little drop on the duvets. All the blood from my face drained, leaving me pale. This can not be, not so soon. He will be pissed. We're already engaged and we haven't even talked or planned out the wedding just yet. What should I do?

Keep it from him?

I can't go to the supermarket and get a Plan B because John is a light sleeper and he will immediately get up if I did and ask where I'm going. I'm just going to keep quiet. I'm about to be a mother and he is about to be a father. The only person I can tell is my best friend.

I need to hide my symptoms as much as possible. However, that will be hard but I do not think it will be obvious. I need to schedule an appointment for a checkup in a couple weeks. I have to wait until John goes on his camping trip with his brother, Bradley, for a week.

Can I keep this a secret for as long as possible?

John comes back with a towel wrapped around his waist leaning over giving me a sweet kiss. I have already disposed my duvets and replace them after the condom drain a bit on the sheets. I'm happy it took him at least ten minutes in the shower to get rid of my evidence.

"I love you." He kisses me one more time.

"I love you too, so much, you won't ever leave me right?" I just had to ask. He looks confused before answering, "No baby, I will never. I promise because you're the best thing that has ever happened to me and now your my fiancé." He caresses my cheek.

***

I wake up the next morning with nobody besides me, only the smell of waffles. I glance at the clock adjusting my vision. It is 11:30. Wow, I slept longer than I thought I would.

I was about to raise up until my body laid me back down. Oh shit. Damn it, John.

"Jonathan!" I yell. He came rushing into the room in panicked.

"Baby what's wrong?" He sits at the foot of the bed as he ran his fingers up and down my right leg.

"Nothing, baby but I can not get up." I giggled and he laughs as well.

"Can you bring me my food, that I know you cooked." He nods.

"Anything for my princess, breakfast in bed it is." He announced.

***

A few hours later John and I were cuddled up until I started feeling nauseated all of sudden. Oh no, it is true. I need to hide this sign. "Baby I don't feel good I'm going to nap," I told him, he nodded until 15 minutes later I hop out bed running to the bathroom.

I vomited into the toilet as footsteps were behind trail behind me. Then someone held my hair from behind.

It was John. He begins to panic after I flushed the toilet and washed my face and hands along with brushing my teeth.

"Are you okay? Was it the food I cooked, was it not done?" He throws questions one by one at me.

"Baby its fine. I guess I was not a fan of bacon because I never like it." I lied with a small chuckle.

"I'm sorry, I forgot. Do you want anything." I shake my head walking back to bed.

"You can lay with me," I said before climbing in. He lays with me as we drift off to sleep.

Thank god, he believed me. I can do this. I hate lying, but I can't stand it if he leaves.