“Well, that’s nothing to cry over. There’s no place important enough that deserves your tears. Grab your coat, I’ll drive you.”
“What?” Drive me? Oh, hang on, he didn’t understand. “Luke, my period is late.”
Just like I predicted, the colour drains from his face as his eyes drop to my stomach. I don’t know what the fuck he’s looking at it for, it’s not like you’d be able to tell from the outside. If it’s true, then you still wouldn’t be able to tell visibly for a while yet. From my count, the very first time we’d had sex was just over two weeks ago.
“How?” He asks and all I can think is Really? I’m guessing that shows on my face as well because Luke suddenly turns away. Weeks of mind tingling mostly unprotected sex, and he wants to know how.
I don’t even bother answering that. The tears start again and I can feel my body shake with my sobs. I feel like such an idiot. It’s not like we went out of our way to not use protection, it just seemed to happen that way. It was almost impossible to time when Luke was going to jump on me, or when I found myself horny enough to tackle him.
The sex might’ve been the best beyond belief but, a baby? I can’t handle that! Looking at Luke, I know we definitely can’t handle that. I watch Luke pacing back and forth, the phone pressed against his ear as he freaks out to his sister.
When he finally gets off the phone he comes to kneel beside me. He looks me dead in the eye and I start to panic that little bit more because never have I seen a more serious look on Luke’s face. “Have you taken a test?”
I heave a heavy sigh, “no.” I don’t know what I was expecting him to say but it certainly wasn’t that.
“Okay, Emma suggested for that to be the first thing we sort out. We need to know first before we start making decisions, and freaking out about it.” He’s so composed as he speaks, I like it - it kind of calms my inner insanity. Maybe I jumped to conclusions, maybe Luke would make a terrific father, and he’d handle it like a boss. I still think it’s way too freaking soon to be finding out though.
“I’m going to go to the store. I’ll be back in a little bit.” Luke presses a kiss to my temple and then rushes out of the apartment like his ass is on fire.
I sit there, waiting, staring at nothing and at everything. I don’t even know how the time passes so quickly but it does. When Luke comes back into my bedroom I haven’t moved, I don’t even know if I’ve blinked.
“Here, drink this.” An open bottle of Sunny D is placed in my hand. I start to laugh; it sounds a bit manic even to my own ears. The Sunny D reminds me of a movie I watched just last month where a single teenage girl got pregnant. Of course, Luke wouldn’t have known, which only makes it that much funnier.
After controlling my crazy bouts of laughter, I down the juice. I’ve heard that you need to pee a lot for a pregnancy test. Especially if you’re using more than one.
I swallow a burp and hand the empty bottle back to Luke. “Give me ten minutes.”
When Luke doesn’t move from his spot beside me, I frown at him. “I’m not peeing with you sitting out here.”
“Well I’m not going anywhere.” He raises his eyebrow stubbornly.
“Luke!” I try but he just shakes his head.
Grunting dramatically, I pick up my phone and head into the bathroom, test clutched in hand. I close the bathroom door a little harder than necessary but make sure it’s locked as well. I hit shuffle on my phone and drop my pyjama bottoms.
I’m squatting for over three songs before anything actually happens. After finishing I wash up and wait.
I feel awkward though. Am I supposed to open the door and wait with Luke? But I feel like that is for happily married couples that are desperate to have a kid.
The timer counts down on my phone but as I stare at the test I can’t bring myself to go back out there and join Luke. I don’t want this.
The timer buzzes and my eyes go supersonic as I will the stick to answer my burning question. I gasp in fright when I see one line appear. Shit, what does that mean?
I google it while still keeping an eye on the stick, afraid it’s going to change its mind. I scroll through the browser on my phone not believing my eyes.
Not pregnant.
Well, thank fuck for that.
I swing open the bathroom door with the biggest grin. Luke looks up raising a questioning brow. I shake my head to his unspoken question. He’s up within a second, scoping me up into his arms.
After several minutes go by we pull away, I can’t help but laugh at our exaggerated relief. I think from now on we’ll be taking much better care when it comes to our sex life. While it’s not the right time now, I’m not completely opposed to having kids. Just in the very distant future. Looking at Luke I’m very thankful to see that he feels the same way.
“Phew.” Luke dramatically wipes the fake sweat off his brow and it makes me laugh. “Now, I think we really need some ice cream.”
I look over to my bedside table where my tub is still sitting, dripping with condensation as the ice cream inside melts. “No, I mean, go out for proper ice cream.”
“Sounds like a plan.” I smile up at him.
