Chapter 19

19

Abrielle

I guess you never know what someone is going to do when you tell them you're pregnant. And it's theirs.

Any kind of dream or fantasy or whatnot doesn't mean a thing when you're in the moment.

As I watch Colver drive by me while I hold and gently wave the positive pregnancy test in my hand, I can't help but picture myself as a single mother.

Colver going into his apartment and ignoring me.

Then I'm stuck making hard decisions. To go after him. To contact a lawyer. To fight to get him to know and understand he's the father of the tiny life inside my womb. That he quite literally put the baby in there.

Because, you know what… we fucked like crazy without protection.

Not on his end.

On my end…

Colver's truck goes into the parking garage.

I suck in a breath, not ready to be alone, but definitely ready to burst into tears.

When I see brake lights, I exhale.

Then reverse lights.

Then the truck backs up.

That's when I feel a little bit of terror hit me.

Colver is my person for when things get really bad in life. Which is why I've only needed him twice. That's it.

This? Pregnant? This is way different. Way fucking different.

Colver stops his truck.

His eyes are the biggest I've ever seen them.

I swallow hard and show him the pregnancy test, this time up close and personal.

He looks at the test.

He looks at me.

He looks at the test once more.

"Colver…"

"Get in the truck, Abrielle. Right now. Hurry!"

I run around the front of his large pickup truck and climb into the passenger seat.

He starts to back up. I reach for my seatbelt.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

Colver doesn't answer me.

He just drives. His jaw locked tight.

I watch his hands tightening around the steering wheel. More and more with each passing second.

"You're… mad about this…?" I ask.

Colver still doesn't answer.

Now I'm really nervous.

Now I'm thinking about some crazy movies and shows I've watched where someone gets pregnant and the other person takes them somewhere and… you know… makes them unalive.

"Colver, you have to talk to me," I say in the sternest voice I can.

He suddenly turns to the right and stops the truck.

He turns to face me.

Before I can speak again, he points. "Go. Now."

"You're kicking me out of your truck?" I cry out.

"Now, kitten," he growls.

"Oh, you fucking prick. You've done some bad shit to me before… but this…?"

"Abrielle," he snaps. "Now."

I turn and open the passenger door.

I freeze when I realize he's parked outside a corner pharmacy.

"Here," he says and he hands me a credit card. "Grab as many tests as you can. Or however many you feel you should take. And get lots to drink. No alcohol. Obviously."

"Obviously," I say, even though I could really use a drink right now.

Colver always finds a way to drive me crazy, both in good ways and bad.

"You can't join me?" I ask.

"Not to be too much of a douchebag right now, but if someone sees me buying pregnancy tests and takes a picture…"

I roll my eyes. "Seriously? You think you're that popular?"

"Abrielle, after tonight's game, I'm looking at a fine and a suspension. I'm not the most famous person in the world, but right now I'm not the nicest guy. So if you want people spreading rumors on fucking social media about you, me, and the baby…"

… the baby…

Just hearing those two words together slip from his mouth.

Oh, fuck me! I'm turned on again?! Just like that?!

"Fine!" I yell and slam the truck door.

I hurry into the pharmacy, grab a basket, and I get seven pregnancy tests, two large bottles of water, and a bottle of cherry soda.

I haven't had cherry soda in a decade but when I just looked at it, I had to have it.

Like a craving hitting me that fast and that intense…

I touch my stomach.

I know I'm pregnant. I can absolutely sense it. And all signs have pointed that way for at least a week now, if not more.

I cruise through the self-checkout, use Colver's credit card, and then rush out of the pharmacy and back to his truck.

He drives and I start work on producing some fresh pee for the pregnancy tests.

The cherry soda tastes delicious.

Right up until I step foot in Colver's apartment.

"Cherry soda is returning!" I yell.

I rush to the kitchen sink and throw up.

I can look at this a couple ways I suppose.

One way is that I'm cool enough and sexy enough that I got pregnant by a star hockey player and I am now throwing up cherry soda into his sink because the baby craved cherry soda, then decided they didn't want it.

The other way is that I'm insane and slept with a guy like Colver - unprotected - and now I'm having his baby and we have such an intense and weird past that it's going to make everything extremely complicated. All the while I'm still throwing up cherry soda into his sink.

I turn on the water, rinse my mouth, and then try to stand with some kind of pride.

Any expectations of Colver coming over to me and patting my back or getting a wet paper towel for me… yeah, right.

He's standing in the same spot, now with his arms crossed.

"Hope that doesn't make it harder for you to pee," he says in a cold tone.

Can you believe I let this sexy asshole get me pregnant?

I open the bathroom door and extend my hand, holding the second pregnancy test.

Colver isn't even hesitant to grab it out of my hand.

I mean, why would he be, right? He's been down there already. Even though I didn't pee on him.

Oh, why am I thinking this right now?

Colver studies the pregnancy test as though it's some secret code to decipher and not the word PREGNANT in big, bold letters.

The first one had a plus sign.

"Next one," he says.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Nope."

I start to shut the door and Colver reaches out and touches the door. "I'm watching this time."

"Excuse me?"

"I want to see it."

My face burns hot. "You want to watch me pee?"

"This isn't some kink, Abrielle."

"Wait. Are you accusing me of faking this? Do you think I have a bottle of a pregnant woman's urine hidden on me?"

His jaw tightens.

I don't believe he's thinking that, but he's definitely taken back a few steps by the positive tests.

I can't believe I'm watching this, but it looks like the big, bad Colver Caspian is a little bit vulnerable right now.

He hasn't taken his hand off the bathroom door.

I'm feeling a little more than vulnerable myself right now too.

And since Colver is the person I run to when things get the craziest…

I step back and can't believe I'm going to pee on a pregnancy test in front of him.

Whatever.

"I'm not being gross or anything," he says.

"Of course not. I'm sure you make all the women you bring home piss on a pregnancy test and you must watch, right?"

"You know, I've been wondering how to ask this…"

"Let me guess," I say. "How did this happen?"

Colver just stares.

I grab another test, rip open the flimsy box and get the test ready.

Now comes the moment of truth - at least the first one - where I have to drop my pants in front of Colver and then sit on the toilet.

I'm not sure if there's pride to be had in this moment, but I keep a straight face and look Colver dead in the eye as I push my pants and panties down. The only issue I'm running into is that just by looking at him… just by having him here, having him near me… damn my body but it turns me on.

I feel warmth. I feel tingling.

I sit down on the toilet.

"Are you okay enough to go?" Colver asks.

"Yes. I still have some pee in the tank."

Colver looks surprised at my phrasing.

Good. I'm the one going pee in front of him!

I hold the pregnancy test in place and relax my body, hoping to avoid stage fright.

Because Colver is staring. He's big, tall and looking at me so intensely.

It takes me a few more seconds than I'd like but finally there's… you know.

The sound hitting the inside of the toilet finally does me in and I start to blush horribly.

I stick my right hand out. "Take this from me so I can clean myself up."

I don't give him an option, I basically slap the thing against his hand.

Grossing Colver out does not seem possible.

"Okay, you have to turn around or something," I say. "You're not watching me… like this…"

Colver opens the door and leaves the bathroom.

I feel like I can exhale a breath finally.

My cheeks are so hot right now.

I clean up, pull up my panties and pants, and wash my hands.

I look at myself in the mirror.

Some cold water on my cheeks helps to calm them down.

Yet there's a voice screaming in my head, ‘You just let Colver Caspian watch you pee on a pregnancy test!'

I'm well aware.

I slowly open the bathroom door.

Colver is standing a few feet away, looking at the pregnancy test.

"So?" I call out. "Am I three-for-three?"

Colver looks back at me and it's written all over his face.

The test is positive.

Including the two I took on my own, that's five positive pregnancy tests.

In other words - I'm pregnant!

"Colver," I say. "We have to-"

"Don't," he growls. "Just… don't…"

I watch as he slips the pregnancy test into his pocket and walks toward the apartment door.

Is he really fucking leaving?

Does he really think I won't follow him?