As I walk out the door, my mind spins with a hundred thoughts—shock, fear, and something I never expected to feel.
Hope.
EIGHTEEN
Callista
The bathroom lightis harsh and clinical, a stark contrast to the warmth of Dmitry's bed where I woke up an hour ago. My hands shake as I unwrap the pregnancy test, the plastic crinkling loudly in the silence.
This is it.
I've been feeling off for the past week—nausea in the mornings, fatigue that no amount of sleep can cure, and a tenderness in my breasts that makes wearing a bra uncomfortable. At first, I thought it was stress from midterms, but deep down, I knew.
I knew this could happen.
We've been reckless. Every time Dmitry comes inside me, filling me with his cum, there's been a silent acknowledgment that this was a possibility. But now, faced with the reality of it, my heart pounds with a mixture of fear and excitement.
I follow the instructions, setting the test on the counter and starting the timer on my phone. Three minutes. That's all it takes to know if my life is about to change forever.
I pace the small bathroom, my thoughts racing. What will Dmitry say? He's told me he loves me, that he wants a future with me. But this is different. This is real. A baby would tie us together in a way that can't be undone.
The timer beeps, and I freeze.
I take a deep breath, walking slowly to the counter. I pick up the test, my eyes focusing on the small window.
Two lines.
Positive.
My legs give out, and I sink to the floor, the test clutched in my trembling hand. Tears blur my vision, a mix of joy and terror. I'm pregnant. I'm carrying Dmitry's child.
A soft knock on the bathroom door makes me jump.
"Callista?" Dmitry's voice is muffled through the wood. "You okay in there?"
I wipe my eyes quickly, standing on shaky legs. I open the door, and he's there, his dark eyes immediately searching my face.
"What's wrong?" he asks, his brow furrowing with concern.
I can't speak. Instead, I hold out the test, my hand shaking.
His eyes drop to the plastic stick, and for a moment, everything seems to stop. His expression is unreadable, his jaw tight. Then, slowly, his gaze lifts to meet mine.
"You're pregnant," he says, his voice low and careful.
I nod, tears spilling down my cheeks. "I'm sorry. I know this isn't what we planned?—"
He cuts me off, his hands cupping my face, his thumbs brushing away my tears. "Don't apologize," he says firmly. "This is exactly what I wanted."
"What?" I whisper, my voice breaking.
"You. Pregnant. Carrying my child." His eyes are intense, burning with an emotion I've never seen before. "I told you I wanted to breed you, Callista. I meant it. Every word."
A sob escapes me, relief flooding through my body. "You're not upset?"
"Upset?" He pulls me into his arms, holding me tightly against his chest. "I'm fucking ecstatic. You're mine now. Completely mine."
I bury my face in his shirt, inhaling his scent, letting his strength anchor me. "What are we going to do?"
