CHAPTER 19

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Harry drops me off at home with a kiss and promises to text me later. As I walk up the steps to the flat, I can't help but go over the last few hours. We went from zero to a hundred real quick. If I'm being honest, I did want to sleep with him. I may have been in denial for a bit, but it was inevitable. I know with all these feelings, sleeping with him wasn't the greatest idea, but at that moment, it felt right, and I guess I just have to live with it.

When I get inside, Iris is pacing up and down, and I know instantly something is wrong.

"What's going on, babes?" I ask.

"I'm late," she says. Okay, that was not what I was expecting, I take a deep breath before replying,

"How many days?"

"Two." She's very flustered, so I try to calm her down.

"Okay, that isn't too bad. It could just be stress and nothing more, plus you're on the pill."

She looks at me, and a guilty look comes upon her face. Shit! This better not be going where I think it is.

"Well, I haven't been super consistent with it lately, and we've been a bit careless."

For fuck's sake.

"Come on, really? I'm sure he's got a great dick and all, but the first rule is suit up always, even when you're on the pill."

To be honest, I'm a bit glad that this is the conversation we're having instead of me telling her I ended things with Jake and ended up in Harry's bed a few days later.

"I know that, and yes, I know it was stupid not to be cautious. But I'm losing my mind over here."

I sigh and say.

"Okay, stay here. I'm going to get a test. You're going to take it, and we'll deal with whatever happens after."

Easy for me to say, I'm not the one going through a pregnancy scare, but I have to be present for her right now. It's what she would do for me if the roles were reversed. On a serious note, though, always use protection no matter how good it feels without a condom.

Twenty minutes later, I'm back home, and Iris is in the bathroom with the test. She comes out and says.

"It says to wait five minutes."

She sits beside me. While we wait, she fiddles with her fingers.

"Don't worry, babe, whatever happens. I've got you."

After what feels longer than five minutes, she goes back into the bathroom to grab the test. I'm sitting here thinking if she's ready to be a parent or if Connor is. Iris comes back into the room with tears streaking down her face, and I'm scared.

"Positive?" I dread what her answer may be.

"No, it's negative."

"Why are you crying then?"

"I don't know, just relief, I guess. I wasn't sure how I was going to approach the conversation with Connor and my parents if it was positive."

I don't blame her. I would be in the same boat if this were happening to me.

"Well, lucky for us, we don't have to find out. Come here." I say, pulling her into a hug, "Condoms are your friend," I add.

"Oh, I won't soon forget that after what just happened."

After almost three years of living together, we've made it through our first pregnancy scare. I'm surprised we've never had one. Now that I think about it, if anyone was going to have one, it was always going to be Iris.

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