One Way or Another

I smiled to myself as my eyes fluttered upon and I admired the view they gave me. He was asleep, laying on his back and his hand was holding onto mines tightly.

I lifted our intertwined hands a few inches in the air, loving how it felt. Until I felt his tug at mine, bringing it to his chest. Right where his heart was.

“Mornin’ love”

I blushed at how he called me. Yet, just found it so breath taking the way he spoke.

“Morning” I said as I scooted over closer to him.

He got on his side, wrapping his arms around my waist. Not too tight as if to hurt me, but tight enough as if for me not to escape.

I felt his hot breathe on the crook of my neck and got the chills when he whispered

“How you feeling?”

I could have sworn I was red as an apple by just remembering all the things that had happened last night.

“A little sore….but in a good way” I blushed some more, even though he couldn’t see it.

His hands moved down from my waist to my thighs, tracing small and soft circles on them.

“I’m sorry babe, I didn’t know it hurt that bad”

It did though.
Like REALLY bad.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m ok” I lied.

He kept tracing those circles on me until we eventually realized it was a school day and we were going to be late.

“Better get ready”

He said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the bed with him.

As soon as I was up on my feet it wasn’t so bad. The problem was walking. Moving my legs.

“Holly shit….”

He stopped walking towards the bathroom, to come to me and see what was wrong.

“Are you sure you’re ok?”

I was about to lie to him again.

“Don’t you lie to me”

I sighted, a bit cause of the pain.

“No….it hurts, a lot.”

He stood there, with this thinking face. Until he finally smiled, as though he had come up with something.

“Let’s get you in the shower. A nice and hot shower will get your muscles feeling a bit more relaxed.”

I nodded and let him carry me to the bathroom bridal style.

Once he put me on the ground he finished undressing me. Which wasn’t to much of a job, all he had to do was take off my laced panties and my matching bra. I couldn’t help but blush at the thought of him seeing me naked.
It was something I would have to get used to.

“Ok, let’s turn this on” he said reaching through the shower curtain to start the hot water.

I could see some steam start to come out of it and fill the small bathroom. After a few minutes, I’d say two or three, he lead me in. I wasn’t expecting him to come in with me. But here he was.

“Let me just……um, how does that feel?” he asked from behind me as he massaged my back under the hot water.

“Good…..”

He chuckled and kept massaging me. I couldn’t help but feel so relaxed and noticed as my eyes started to shut.

I opened my eyes, not even aware of what time it was. I just knew that now his hands weren’t on my back. They were on my breasts.
Yeah, he was massaging my breasts still from behind me.

“Ahhh….what are you doing?” I couldn’t avoid moaning in my attempt to ask him.

“Ahh….just….nothing!” he removed his hands from me almost instantly, and I felt kind of disappointed.

It felt really nice.

He just turned the water off and putting his arm out of the shower grabbed something. He handed me a towel and than stretched out to grab one for himself.

As we dried off I realized something.

“Oh my god!”

“What??”

I was feeling sick now, nervous. And well, really sick.

“Tell me you used one!”

He looked at me with a really confused look, obviously not having any idea of what I was talking about.

“Tell me you did!!”

Still no idea.

“What are you talking about?!”

“Oh my god, oh my god!”’

“Nicole, you gotta tell me what it’s about”

“A condom! Tell me you used a fucking condom!!”

He didn’t say anything now.
He just remained silent.
Staring not at me, but at the tiled floor.

“I…..I think I did…..I….god, I don’t remember!”

“How can you now remember?”

“I don’t. I just don’t.”

I was still feeling sick. What if I got pregnant??! I couldn’t get pregnant!

Or could I?

Now I just started wondering…..
Would it really be that awful? I mean, it’s not like I’m a minor anymore. I’m 18 now, overage, it’s perfectly legal. And not such a bad think for my parents to know. I’m an adult now afterall.

“So what?”

I snapped back to where we were actually standing.
In my bathroom, half naked.

“What what?”

“What if I didn’t use one?” he asked, eager to see my reaction to the point he was trying to make.

Now, I was asking myself the same question.

“I….I don’t know…..”

“Would it really be that bad?” a slight smiled crept onto his face.

“I guess not.”

He nodded, not quite sure of what to say now.

“So….if I were….”

“Pregnant…..”

“Yeah….what would we do? What would you do?”

He looked back up from the tiled floor and straight in my eyes.

“I would be a really loving father…..I would love that baby with everything I have……”

“You would want to keep it?”

He looked at me with an insulted face.

“Of course! What kind of monster do you think I am?”

I felt bad for making him feel bad.

“No. I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just that……you would actually want it? Like be his father and all…..with me?”

He stretched his hand and held onto mine. Coming closer to me he pecked my lips.

“Of course. Be his father and your…..”

I felt my heart skip a beat as I thought he was gonna say something important. Like maybe something involving us in more serious terms.

“My what?”

“I…..never mind……I mean, who knows. Maybe your not even pregnant.”

I felt my hear sink now.

“Yeah, maybe not."