The Path to Love

Chapter 15

It's been a month since Sam, and I had sex. She didn't bring it up to me, and I didn't bring it up to her. I didn't know if she remembered or not. The fact that I knew, and I didn't know if she knew or not, was eating me alive.

If she were pregnant and she decided she wanted an abortion, she was going to have to find out soon. The question is, if she is pregnant, would I want her to have an abortion?

Would I want her to keep the baby? Would we raise it together? Would she not want me apart of their lives? Would she move in with me? Would I move in with her? Would we keep two separate houses? No, I wouldn't want that. We practically live together anyways.

What would we name the baby? Would it be a boy or a girl? Would I treat it good? Would we be able to raise it together? Would I be like my parents? No. I wouldn't.

There's so much to think about, and it's not even an actual baby yet. Does Sam know? Is she just thinking nothing of it? Does she know I didn't wear a condom? Holy fuck.

She would know by now if she were pregnant right?

"You have been distant lately, are you okay?" Sam asked me. We were at my house, in the kitchen. She was eating cereal and I was leaning on the island thinking about the possible baby situation. That's all I've been thinking about.

She doesn't look bigger. I don't think she's been throwing up. She's eating a lot, but she usually eats more around and during the time of her period anyways.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Did you have your period this month?" We were in the second last week of the month, and if she didn't get it...well, the chances of her being pregnant were getting higher.

"Not yet. You know you're close when." She replied, smiling at me. "Why?"

"You just haven't had mood swings in a while." I lied. "So, I was wondering if you like skipped it or whatever."

"You can't skip a period, Hunter." She tsked, scolding me.

"Well, yeah, obviously. But do you keep track of yours?"

"No, it usually comes once a month, whenever it's ready, usually towards the end of the month. Why are you asking me so many questions about my period? And why am I so willingly talking to you about my period?"

"I'm just curious and because you trust me, duh."

"With my life. Well Hunter, you'll be the first to know when I get my period." She chuckled.

"I'm glad you trust me. But, um, that sounds good. I guess." I replied, unsure. I don't like talking about her periods, it makes me uncomfortable. I'll buy her tampons if she needs them, I just hate talking about it. Unfortunately, I need to know if she got it or not.

"Did you ever remember what happened the night we got drunk?" She replied, changing the conversation.

"Um, some of it." I replied.

"Like what?"

"I think we had like twelve shots each. We were so drunk. You giggled a lot, it was cute. You're a carefree drunk. You should act that carefree more often." I replied, smirking at her.

"It was a fun night."

"Do you remember anything?"

"Um, ah, no," she stammered.

"You're a horrible liar. Tell me what you remember."

"We, um, we had ah," she stammered.

"Spit it out, Sam!"

"We had sex! We fucked."

"You know what happened that night." I stated.

"Apparently, so do you. Why didn't you talk to me about it?"

I answered her question with one of my own. "How long have you known?" I asked her.

"Roughly, two weeks."

"I've known for about the same amount of time," I mumbled.

"Was I at least good in bed?"

"That's what you're worried about?"

"What else is there to worry about? You obviously used a condom."

"Sam..."

"You wore a condom, right?"

"No," I murmured.

"What did you say? I didn't hear you."

"I didn't wear a fucking condom, Sam."

"Hunter! You came in me! You never wore a condom?!" She exclaimed, freaking out.

"I was piss loaded drunk; I was lucky I could stay awake the whole time."

"Oh, no, no, no. You know what this means, right Hunter?"

"I haven't stopped thinking about it since I remembered."

"Well, do you have cash on you?"

"Yes, obviously, why?"

"Well, get your ass in the car then. We're going to get pregnancy tests."

"Um, okay."

We got in the car and I drove to the nearest drug store. I parked and stayed in the car, and she went into the store to get the tests.

When she came back with the tests, we went home. "Before I take these tests, if it comes back positive, I'm not aborting it."

"Okay," I mumbled.

"I will keep it, and you will raise it with me."

I stared at her in shock and she turned around to go into the bathroom.

She walked into the bathroom and did her business. "Set your timer for five minutes!" She hollered.

I did as she instructed, and she came out of the bathroom. "Well?" I asked her.

"They're in on the counter, when your timer runs out, I figured we'd look at them together."

"I'm sorry I got us in this mess, Sam."

"It takes two to tango, Hunter. We were both drunk and I came onto you. You warned me before we got drunk, saying it was a bad idea and I ignored you. So, if anyone should be apologizing, it should be me."

"Do you regret it?" I asked her. This is the longest five minutes of my life.

She thought about it for a couple of seconds. "No, I don't. Do you?"

"No."

"Even if we become parents?"

"We'll figure it out."

We spent the rest of the five minutes in silence, waiting for the timer to run out. When it did, we both walked into the bathroom together to look at the results.

Two blue lines, a plus sign and the word 'PREGNANT,' all showed on each pregnancy test.

"We're going to be parents." Sam mumbled, in shock.

Holy shit.

I created a kid.