Page 21 of Pregnancy Scandal
On the hard surface of his left pec were the words ‘Abby Cartwright’. That was me. My gaze ran up to see who the owner of the tattoo was, and I froze up, joining my brain. I froze right the hell up as Gilly’s handsome face seemed to loom just above me.
Gilly, fast asleep and beautiful even in his sleep.
Full beard, his face all angles and planes, the little lip ring hooped at the corner of his lip, the little scar just above his cheek from where I accidently threw a mug at him and hit him when we were kids and …
God, it was Gilly!
He was naked, and I was naked and… I couldn’t remember.
I gasped, and his eyes opened.
“Baby… what?” Funny, when he’d called me that previously, it seemed so commonplace. Today it felt different.
He closed his eyes again, but I shook him to wake him up.
“Gilly, get up.”
He scowled at me, opened his eyes again, and his gaze landed on my naked breasts, which I just realized were naked. I reached for my dress and covered myself.
“Abby, what the fuck?” He bolted upright, and his mouth dropped.
This was possibly the most insane thing that had ever happened to us, but when my eyes landed on his massive cock, I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything even though I knew I shouldn’t be looking, and that somehow this was my fault.
He freaked when he saw me looking and gawking at him and grabbed his shirt.
He grabbed his shirt and stood up, covering himself with it while he looked around for his pants.
“Gilly…” I stood up too, and my heart sank when he didn’t answer.
My whole body tensed up when I saw that the door was open and outside, I saw his pants hanging from the oak tree in the yard.
His frown deepened when he saw them too.
“Gilly…”
He looked at me now, his eyes filled with something I didn’t recognize.
“I don’t remember what happened,” I told him, as if that was a good enough excuse.
He winced and released a deep sigh. “I don’t remember either.”
“Do you think we—?” I couldn’t say it. I couldn’t say the words because somehow, deep down, I knew it would break me if we’d slept together and now that he’d woken up, he thought it was a mistake. That was the look on his face.
“I don’t know…” The light silver of his eyes held an air of sadness that gripped me. “I …think we did. I think so.”
Mistake. That was the tone of his voice. The dread that hung heavy in the deep timbre.
Mistake… mistake with me. Mistake.
Of course, it would be because we were best friends. We were best friends, and just days ago, he’d told me no when I asked him to be the father of my child. It all sounded so damn bizarre.
What did I do?
How did I do this? How could I think this was right, and it was worse too… I could be pregnant. I’d had unprotected sex with my best friend, and I could be pregnant.
I’d messed everything up. I’d messed us up.
A tear ran down my cheek when it dawned on me that this could be the end of us.
