INSTA-Daddy

10

We wanted to go look for Cameron to bid farewell since it's rude to just leave without letting the party host know, however, he's likely enjoying some tongue-to-toungue session with Jennifer so nevermind.

Wes brought his Dad's car so Liz hitched a ride. I wanted to hitch a ride too but Tom didn't allow me to.

He dragged me to a darker corner not far from Cam's house, where he parked his motorcycle and handed me his helmet.

He got on the motorbike first, took off his jacket and gave it to me. I reluctantly took it, asking him what it was for.

"Look at what you're wearing idiot. It's gonna get cold."

I blushed. I put on the jacket, smiling, and got on the motorbike. I put on the helmet as well.

Am I dreaming? Dirty Tom is being Sweet Tom right now. Is this for real?

"Oh. And I might put on some speed. So feel free to wrap your arms around me so you won't fall off," he advised. I blushed again. Dang it. I should stop blushing.

He started the motorbike's engine and drove.

He wasn't kidding about the speed. He was running it so fast to the point that the motorbike might actually defy gravity and fly. Or better yet, we might actually catch up to the speed of lightning. Of course, these are just my hyperbole thoughts. But that's how it felt like for me.

I had no choice but to embrace him firmly. It did got cold halfway since the jacket wasn't long enough to cover the rest of my legs but I had a bit of warmth from Tom's body as I was hugging him.

I didn't want to let go. I hope we don't get home sooner.

Unfortunately, we did.

We both got off and head towards the apartment. Tom opened the door and walked inside. I followed behind.

Right after I closed the door, I felt something tingly in my stomach. It was a painful tingle. Painful that I crouched down on the floor.

"Ow," I groaned. Tom dashed towards me and helped me up. He carried me to the bed and gently laid me there.

I caressed my stomach, gently pressing my fingers on it. I huddled on the bed, wishing the pain would go away but the more I cried the painful it got.

Tom ran to the kitchen and swaddled back, bringing with him a glass of water. He tried handing the glass of water to me but I didn't feel like drinking.

Something was stabbing the insides of my stomach. Is it the baby? Maybe. Is it something else? I have no idea.

One thing's for sure, I didn't drink at the party, nor did I even eat anything. I might have nibbled a few, but I swear, nothing I know is harmful.

"What's wrong with you!!" Tom growled. I don't know Tom! I don't know!!

"It hurts! Ooow!!" I cried out. I arched, huddled, bent, crouched, stretched my body just to take the pain away.

You know that feeling of menstrual cramps? Something like that, only twice more painful.

"Fuck! You just got me sober!" Tom complained. He started stepping to and fro, brushing his hand through his hair from time to time. There were even a few times that I noticed him biting the side of his palm.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." He kept repeating.

Bastard. He should thank me. At least he won't be getting any hangover tomorrow. He won't, right? Plus, the way he's acting is not helping me at all.

The pain went on a few more minutes. Maybe around 15-20 minutes of agony. Tom was leaning against the bedroom wall, his arms crossed together over his chest, his sneaker's making a wee-bit tapping sound on the floor.