Don't tell my mother

33

As we're watching the film, something Myles says keeps repeating in my head. Am I going to buy a test? I know I should but what if I have absolutely no symptoms? I don't want to even think about having children this young, never mind check to see if I'm carrying one. We knew we didn't have any protection on hand so why would we go this far?
As I'm lost in my thoughts I feel Myles twiddling my hair, bringing back to life. I realise the film has finished and I'm just staring at a blank screen.
"When did it finish?" I ask confused
"Around 15-20 minutes ago," Myles responds rolling his eyes slightly.
"Oh," I simply say before standing up.
"Do you want food?" I ask receiving a nod in response.
I walk to the kitchen and check the cupboards. Almost empty. I sigh. Looks like I'm going to need to do a shopping spree tomorrow. I look in a few draws for some take away menus before walking back towards Myles.
"Need to go shopping tomorrow." I say passing him the menus.
We browse through them together and eventually decide to have Pasta. Not far from where I live a pasta shop opened and they just sell the most gorgeous pastas I think I've ever tasted. You get to choose your own shape of pasta, colour of pasta, even the flavour of the pasta and of course you get to choose your own sauce. It's like heaven. Myles rings the pasta place whilst I ring my mom just to check to see how she is and how she's finding traveling. She's flying to Fiji today, well tomorrow, all this time differences in confusing. She's technically a day ahead, but when I'm awake she's asleep and vice verse, so there's only certain times of the day we can talk.
"It'll be 20 minutes," Myles says once I've hung up. I smile at him.
"Look Briar I know you don't want to talk about what happened earlier but I really think we need to talk about the potential consequences." Myles says sternly. Maybe he's right.
"Okay," I say with a nod.
We begin to talk. Strangely enough I get butterflies in my stomach and can picture it all clear as day. Maybe I need to stop worrying. But what would my family think of me? I don't even have a boyfriend. What would they think of Myles? What would his family think? I need to stop over thinking. We don't go into the nitty gritty parts of actually having a baby, just Myles saying that I've nothing to worry about and us continuously apologising to each other. It's put my mind at rest at least.
After talking for a while our food arrives, we quickly demolish it and decide to call it a night. It's not that late but after the day Myles and I have had I think we need it, plus we have ballet first thing in the morning and then me, Myles, Devon and Jessy are all going to a bouncy castle park in the afternoon.
Myles and I quickly change into our pyjamas before getting into bed. Myles sets his alarm before we quickly peck each others lips before falling into a land of slumber.