Page 17 of Pregnant By the Playboy
While he had his fingers inside me.
Yeah, that was me.
I rarely have such experiences, but now I’ve got some very hot memories to pull up when I use my vibrator.
Life proceeds more or less as usual...until it doesn’t.
My cycles have always been fairly regular. I can predict when I’ll get my period, plus or minus a day.
When I’m two days late, I start to worry.
When I’m three days late, I buy a pregnancy test.
I pee on the stick first thing the next morning and wait two minutes, like it says.
I’ve taken pregnancy tests before. The first time, I wasn’t pregnant. I got my period the next day; I was probably late because I was worried about my exams.
The second time, I was pregnant.
The third time, I wasn’t pregnant.
And this time...
Oh dear God, I’m pregnant.
Chapter 7
Marissa
I’m pregnant and Vince Fong is the father.
I let out a burst of unhinged laughter.
No, this can’t be happening. We used condoms every time. We had no problems with them breaking or slipping off. Yes, there was a bit of booze and pot that weekend, but I had my wits about me the whole time.
Does he have some kind of super sperm?
Last time, it wasn’t like this at all. I had a serious boyfriend, and we’d stopped using condoms because I was on the pill. But then I got sick and had to take antibiotics, which apparently can affect the efficacy of the pill.
Nobody told me, and I got pregnant.
I never considered keeping it. I’d just started my last year of undergrad and was not in a place to have a baby. Sanjay was supportive of my decision.
I don’t regret that abortion, not one bit. If I hadn’t terminated the pregnancy, I’d have a teenager now.
Denial won’t get me anywhere; I have to accept it. The chance of a false positive is very low.
I am pregnant.
And I’m not with the father.
As a woman who grew up with a single parent, the one thing I desperately want for my kid is two loving parents, as well as some level of financial security.
I can’t keep this pregnancy. I’ll have an abortion like last time. No big deal.
Except it doesn’t sit right with me.
I drop to the edge of the bathtub, head in my hands.
