Page 16 of Daddy's Good Girl
“So what’s been going on in the dorms?I’m hardly here anymore—”
Then, my skin blanches of all color as I run for the small garbage can by the door.No vomit comes out of my mouth, but I certainly hack and cough like my life depends on it.
“Let it out!”my friend commands while delivering powerful pounds to my back.“The dry heaving helps.”
I stop coughing for a moment, and hold up my hand as my eyes water.
“Thanks,” I say in a hoarse tone.“Yeah, I’m okay.It must have been something I ate.”
Emma throws me a skeptical look.
“Are you sure?I mean youarehaving a lot of sex, right?Are you late?”
I stop for a moment.
“Em, I’m on the shot.I don’t always get my period, but that doesn’t mean anything.I’m not pregnant.”
Emma thinks for a moment.
“Okay, but it could mean a number of things, and you know I’m pre-med.Are your breasts tender?”my friend inquires importantly.“Have you experienced weight gain?Are you overly fatigued?”
I stare at my pretty friend again.
“Em, I’m always tired because your dad keeps me up all hours with his dick.Is that what you want to know?’
“No!”she squeals.“I’m just saying that maybe you could be pregnant.Maybe I’m getting finally getting a baby brother or sister after all these years.”
I stare at her.
“Em, I just told you I’m on Depo Provera.The effectiveness of the shot is a hundred percent if used properly, and it’s your dad who’s been administering the shots.He’s a doctor.He knows what he’s doing.”
Emma nods.
“Okay, but I still think you should take a home pregnancy test because nothing’s ever perfect.Even with a doctor administering the injections,” she says, waggling her brows.“Besides, maybe my dadwantsto get you pregnant.”
“He would never do that without my consent —” I begin.
“No, of course not,” Emma soothes.“But you never know with these things.Science isn’t perfect, and never has been!Some things can only be explained as the stork dropping in at the wrong house.”
I laugh because my friend is so silly sometimes.
“Okay, I’ll swing by the drugstore and pick up a package on my way back.But seriously, Em, I’m not pregnant, and you’re not getting a little brother or sister.It’s not even a possibility.”
My friend gets even more ridiculous then.She puts her hands together as if in prayer, and closes her eyes angelically.
“I wish I may, I wish I might,” she chants.“I wish for a little sibling tonight!”
I roll my eyes because I love Em so much, but I know that there’s no baby in my belly.Yes, I’m experiencing certain tell-tale symptoms, but it could actually be the Depo Provera working because oddly, the shot shares a lot of symptoms with conception.Still, I make a note to pick up a pregnancy test because why not?It’ll give me peace of mind.Then, a gear in my head switches and troublesome thoughts fill my brain.What if Iampregnant?What’s going to happen?Is my life over?
Suddenly, my heart floods with fear because I remember what happened with Julio long ago, and how my life shattered into a thousand pieces.How the man I worshipped turned out to be a user.I remember how Julio insisted on a termination, which broke me, and destroyed my relationship with my mother as well.How I entered foster care because Stephanie couldn’t stand to look at me afterwards, and how I’ve essentially become an orphan, without any family to call my own.No, I can’t go through that kind of pain again, and all of the blood suddenly drains from my body, leaving me weak and helpless, because what if Iamhaving a baby?What if...?No, it can’t be true ...because the pain is too much.
9
Rick
I’m in my home office, looking over some charts.It’s been a heady few months.My relationship with Jenna has taken off, and the sweet girl basically lives at my house while also attending classes at Evergreen.She departs in the morning when I leave for the hospital, and then when I return at night, a hot meal’s on the table before we decamp for hours of lovemaking upstairs.
It’s more than lovemaking though.Our sex life is alternately sweet, steamy, sizzling, passionate, and downright fucking depraved at times.I’ve had Jenna all over the house, in a thousand different positions, bent over pieces of furniture in ways they were never intended to be used.We even hooked up one of the chandeliers as a sex swing last week, and yes, it came crashing to the ground – but not before I blasted my seed in her.
