Pregnancy Tests

Nine

I opened my eyes and saw Brandon, watching me.

"Hey." he smiled, his voice raspy after sleeping.

"Hey." I replied softly.

He got back yesterday at like nine. The second he walked through the door he pulled me in for a sweet, passionate kiss before leading me to the bedroom, where we made up for lost time. It's not like it'd hurt the baby, and thankfully he didn't seem to notice my slightly bigger stomach.

"Last night was fun." he smirked at me.

"Yeah." I blushed.

"I missed you."

"I missed you too."

He scooted closer to me and pressed his soft lips to mine. "Round two?" he moaned against my lips.

I pulled away. "You wish." I smirked at him, climbing out of bed.

"Ugh, you're no fun!" he pouted.

"That's not what you said last night." I winked before pulling on a sweatshirt and going downstairs.

Ugh. This is literally so hard. I can't keep lying to him.

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A good ten minutes later, Brandon came down and pulled me into his bare torso.

"Merry Christmas Eve." he mumbled against my hair.

"Merry Christmas Eve." I said back. "So what are the plans for tonight?"

"Umm, well Harry's coming over for dinner then we can-"

"Harry's coming?" I asked, sounding calm even though I felt like screaming.

"Yeah, around four thirty and then we will-"

I just blocked him out entirely. I couldn't focus on anything he said. How could I?

Harry is coming. He'll notice something and bring it up. He's going to ruin everything more than he already has.

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Hey guys, sorry for taking so long. I've been busy with finals. Anyway, thanks for being patient.

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