Page 62 of Love Me

When we reach the house, she climbs out, stomping the entire way inside.

“We didn’t use protection. But I guess you like to live dangerously.”

I must be deranged if I like her pettiness this much.

“Don’t fuck with me.”

“We’ll wait and see.”

She sounds so damn calm while I’m hyperventilating. Not at the thought of her getting pregnant because there’s no other woman who will be the mother of my children, but because it can’t fucking happen now.

I grab her elbow, but she yanks her arm away.

What if I got her pregnant? She was on birth control back then. She must still be on it, or she would freak out like I am.

A child in this family, if she knew the truth… I would never do that to my child.

I hear the bang of her door shutting, and that pulls me out of my train wreck of thoughts. Heading to my room, I fall into an agitated sleep.

I toss and turn in bed, dip in and out of sleep until I wake, drenched in sweat from a nightmare. The old hag was holding my child, telling me I would never see my baby again.

Rolling out of bed, I go straight to the basement, where I spend the next two hours hitting the bag until my body screams. But I am no more calmer than when I walked down here.

“You look like crap,” Blake says as he enters the gym, and I shake my head.

“What happened?”

I stop the heavy bag from swaying and put my forehead against it. I look at him.

“Oh, fuck. You fucked.”

The idiot laughs while I am one second away from knocking him out.

I have to do something about the potential pregnancy. It’s crucial to ensure not only Celine’s safety but also that of my friends.

A plan forms in my head. Hurrying into my room, I shower and change quickly. I drive to the first pharmacy I see and buy the morning-after pill.

When I return, I go straight to her room. She’s curled on her side, and I am fighting with myself not to slip under the covers with her.

Celine senses me and shoots upright, wiping her hair from her face.

“What are you doing here?”

“Take this.”

I throw the package in her lap, and she opens it. She whips her head at me. I am so damn sorry for putting her in this situation, for not fucking thinking, and being a selfish asshole who simply assumed she was still on birth control. But above everything else, I must protect her.

“Get out,” she yells.

“Take it.” I snap right back.

“What if I don’t?”

My trusted three friends burst into the room while Celine and I are locked in a fiery staring battle.

Abigail’s gaze lands on the package, and her eyes widen, the color draining from her face.

“Are you two idiots out of your fucking minds?”

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