With every thrust, I can feel myself becoming more hers.
As I feel the walls of her clench around me and she cries out for me again, I use all my willpower to keep going. Waiting until she collapses against the bed to find my own release and empty myself into the condom.
Still panting, I fall next to her and pull her close to me. I link my fingers with hers, playing with them lightly.
“I don’t get it.”
“Get what?” she mumbles into the bed.
“How can you still be single?”
She shakes her head. “I guess I never found the right guy.”
Her answer stirs something inside of me that it would be better not to dwell on.
“How about you?”
“Hmm?” I ask.
She shifts in my arms so she can look up at me. Her blue eyes are still bright from the passion we just shared. “How are you still single?”
My heart does another dip. “I guess I was never the right guy for anyone.”
Then, before we can keep this conversation going—a conversation I never should have started—I capture her lips into a kiss.
She immediately responds, rekindling the lust inside of me.
My earlier guess was right. One time with Sophie won’t be enough.
Luckily, we have all night. And I want to make every second of it count.
SEVEN
SOPHIE
One week later, the walls of the doctor’s office seem like they’re about to fall in on me.
“I’m pregnant.”
Dr. Bennet smiles at me. “That’s what both the urine and the blood sample say.”
“How… I mean… how…” I rub my hand across my brow. “How did I become pregnant?”
She arches an eyebrow. “Do you really need me to explain the science of conception after everything we’ve already gone over?”
“No, of course not.” My cheeks flush, and I drop my hand in my lap. “I just don’t understand how I could’ve gotten pregnant. It was one time.”
“That’s all it takes.”
“Yeah, but… I didn’t think it was even possible.” I frown as I attempt to do some math in my head, but the dates and numbers all blur together. “I’m supposed to be ovulating now.”
“That’s what we thought. But given how irregular your cycle has been in the past, it’s not totally out of the question that it happened a little earlier.”
“A week seems like more than a little early.”
She lifts her shoulders. “The human body is a fascinating, often confusing, thing.”
Somehow, that does little to comfort me. The panic inside of me is growing by the second, making it a not-so-perfect marriage with the confusion I’m already battling.
