Last night was the best time of my life.
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"Moose, please don't get too drunk where you won't remember anything!" I beg my boyfriend. He kisses my hand. "Baby, I cant make any promises but I'll try," he says. "Also, you look beautiful." I blush at his compliment and we go inside the party.
We get started with some champagne but that's it for a while. We eat some fish and seafood until it's time to dance. That's where the helpers started giving out drinks.
We danced for a while, and then I got caught up on some old friends from high school. They said I was so lucky to have George.
I laughed, but stopped when I realized I had lost my boyfriend. My heart stopped and I got up to look for him.
He came up behind me and scared me. I jumped and laughed, looking at him with messy hair. "Moose, you've been drinking too much," I say, laughing. "Do you remember my name?"
"Of course I do, baby," he says, already tripping on his words. "It's the heat of f-flames." I grab his hands and look him in the eyes.
"Fire," I say like a baby. He nods and burps. "Right, F...Fire..." he says, slowing his wording down.
He grabs me by my wrist and drags my upstairs to the bedrooms of this house. "Moose, what are you—" I say, but he pushed me down on the bed and undressed me after he undressed him.
He started kissing my neck and then went straight to fucking me, no condom. I knew he wouldn't remember this.
2 weeks later at the TeamMoose house...
I get up this morning and put on my clothes, but I threw up before doing that. "Oh, no..." I groan, hoping it wasn't what I thought it was.
"I'm going to the store, babe!" I call to Moose. "K!" he yells back. I get in the SVJ (it's been a while, I think I got that right) and buckle my seatbelt. I drive to the nearest drugstore to get a pregnancy test. Hopefully I'm not pregnant, but I doubt my hopes will win.
I drive to Starbucks and get me and Moose some coffee before going back home. I'm hoping he doesn't notice, but if he does, it's his own fault for fucking me and having a kid of his own.
When I got home, I put the pregnancy test in the bathroom and gave Moose his coffee with a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you, baby," he says, and goes back to playing Minecraft.
I go downstairs to try the pregnancy test. After a minute, the results show up, and there's only one line. Phew. That's a relief.
Oh wait...
There's 2.
