Page 39 of Loving a Libra
“Haven’t you had a period or two since we’ve been together?”
“I have, but they were both much lighter than usual.”
“What does that mean?”
“I could be further along than we think.”
I smiled. “I’ve been hitting it raw and shooting up the club since day one.”
“And I’ve been letting you.”
“’Cause you wanna have my baby.” She nodded. “And be my wife.” She nodded again. “Let’s go get a test.”
“Okay, but I need to shower.”
“And I need to fuck you in the shower.”
I stood with my semi-hard dick still lodged inside her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I walked us to the bathroom. After we had our fill of each other in the shower, we bathed, dressed in comfortable shorts and T-shirts, and headed to the nearest pharmacy. We arrived ten minutes later.
“Can you believe this is the first time I’ve bought a pregnancy test?” she asked as we looked at all the options.
“Really? You’ve never had a scare.”
She shook her head with her eyes still perusing her options. “I was on birth control from my late teens until my late twenties. Regardless, I’ve always made my partners wrap up. I have no trust in these niggas, and I didn’t want no diseases or babies.”
“I guess I don’t fit into that category, huh?”
She looked up at me with a shy smile before maneuvering her body into my arms. I happily wrapped them around her, palming her ass as I kissed her.
“I guess not. For some reason, I’ve always trusted you.”
“Because I’m a trustworthy man. I would never do anything to intentionally hurt you.”
“I believe you. Now, help me pick a test.”
It probably took us longer than it should have, but we finally chose three tests from three different brands. After paying for them, I ignored the speed limit, getting us back home. We rushed into our bedroom, and she dumped the contents of the bag onto the bed.
“You read the instructions on that one, and I’ll read this one.”
We tore open the boxes and scanned the instructions.
“You ready? Do you have to pee?”
“Yeah.”
We went into the bathroom, and before she sat on the toilet to pee on the first two sticks, I quickly opened the third test.
“Can you pee on all three at the same time?”
“I think so.”
I gave her the last test, and while she did her thing, I leaned against the sink, removed my phone from my shorts, went to the timer, and set it for three minutes. When she finished, I hit start.
“You look nervous,” I said, looking at her in the mirror as she washed her hands.
“You aren’t?”
“No. I’m surprised you are. You’ve been telling me for years how much you want kids.”
