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37 Days Supporting the mess
POVStephanie Gross, just fucking gross. I did not sign up for this shit, two minutes into the flight and she gets sick. We’re now three hours in with about an hour left. After Millie vomited and disposed of the nasty bag she fell asleep. The god-awful smell lingered for a half hour afterward and the little bitch sitting next to her has been complaining left and right about it. I’m refraining from giving her a piece of my mind. As Millie is mouth open snoring I continue on with my dark romance novel about some girl getting kidnapped, falls in love with her dangerous kidnapper and they fuck in the kinkiest of ways. I shouldn’t have started this novel because all I want to do right now is to replicate some of these sex scenes with Julian. I suppose I’ll have something to look forward to when we get back. The captain announces our arrival to Chicago will be shortly so I shake Millie awake. She’s got drool on the corner of her mouth, this bitch is a mess. “Mills, get yourself toget
37 Days Lovesick
POVXFriday night and I haven’t heard a word from Millie which is internally pissing me off but because Julian has relayed to me that he spoke to Stephanie this afternoon and the grim fact that I don’t want to be that kind of boyfriend, I leave Millie her space. I know she’s had a busy day already but c’mon just text me once at least…I arrived at the club ten minutes ago. I don’t feel like being here but our partner from Mexico, Antonio will be here any minute. Any time a partner comes into town we party at the club and vice versa if we’re going to them. Antonio is here to pick up some shit since they recently got raided and lost a shit ton of their supply, since we’re closest, he needs to buy some of our shit, mainly marijuana. When that shit leaves our warehouse, it’s out of our hands, it’s not our problem anymore. You get busted it’s on you, you snitch, you pay, simple as that. Julian comes walking over with two whiskeys, one in each hand, he extends one out to me and I take i
37 Days This or that
POVMillie What kind of fucking nightmare am I living in right now? Steph and I are still locked into our staring contest. I break contact and look down at the Playtex sports tampon. The green plastic wrapping in my hand is beginning to form clamminess between my palm and the tampon. “Steph?” I ask breaking my voice as it comes out. “What..?” She asks with a mix between confusion and concern. “I think I missed my period,” I say quietly.The words coming out out from my mouth sound serial. It makes my ears tingle. I’ve never missed my period. I’m as regular as the tampon wrapper reads. Steph’s mouth opens and closes twice with no words making it out. She’s literally speechless for the first time ever. “Like how late? A day? Two days? A week?” She finally asks. “Honestly Steph, I don’t even know. Things have..well you know..I’ve kind of lost track.” I say internally freaking the absolute fuck out. “Yeah, yeah, understandable. Did you and X? Like ya know?” She starts to say. “H
37 Days Positively unexpected
POVMillie We’re now just getting back into the hotel room I feel like I have gained fifty pounds with the amount of anxiousness coursing through me. My whole body just feels…heavy.The reflecting lights from the buildings across from our room are glimmering on the windows. I set my bag down on the miniature two-person glass table and Steph has the same. She has significantly more things in her bag, mostly junk food. Can’t blame her, she’s on her period, anything during that time of the month. I take the pregnancy test out of the white and red bag. I stare down at it, I want to know immediately what the results are but on the other hand, I don’t. Sure, I’ve dreamed of having a baby of my own one, one day but not today. “You going to just stare at it or…?” Steph says breaking me of my ongoing thoughts. I close my eyes mentally preparing myself for this. “Okay, I’ll be right back, but I need you with me for when I’m done peeing on it,” I say practically begging. “You know I’ll be
37 Days This can’t be
POVMillie I toss and turn one too many times throughout the night. It’s currently four in the morning but the Chicago city lights beg to differ against the darkness. My anxiety is through the fucking roof. I don’t know much about pregnancy and the whole process but I have to be only about a week along if it was only last week that we had unprotected sex. My old coworker at Rick Restaurant was a conception expert. She was trying to get pregnant for months and months, tracking her cycle and ovulation religiously. I wish I was close to her to feel comfortable enough to ask her my endless amount of questions. How is it even humanly possible that I am pregnant after one single night of not even trying? I can’t be having a baby, I know nothing about kids. I’ve never had a sibling, my cousins are older than me and besides occasionally seeing Isabella, I don’t even know any children. Don’t get me wrong, I want them, whenever I think of my future it involves children but this? This is not
37 Days Gummy bear
POV Millie Of course, the pregnancy test comes back positive so I’m sent down with that dark-haired nurse again down the long hallway to get an ultrasound. I feel like my legs could betray me at any step and allow me to fall to the ground. The dark-haired nurse opens the door to the ultrasound room, “this is Emily, she needs a dating for early pregnancy,” she tells the ultrasound technician. The tech takes some papers from dark-haired nurse and leaves the two of us. “Hi Emily, I’m Nina, have you ever had an ultrasound before?” She asks so sweetly but I’m not falling for that shit again. I shake my head. Nina explains to me how it’ll all go and that she’ll explain things throughout the process. I lay down on my back as she gets things prepared for the ultrasound. She squeezes some gel-like substance on a probe-like device and faces the screen between her and me. I’m indifferent about this, I don’t think I even want to see, I want to close my eyes and pretend this isn’t my reali
37 Days Dropping the bomb
POVXI place glasses into the sink, throw away cans of beer, and tidy up whatever else got messed up over the weekend. I spent all of yesterday sleeping. I drank way too fucking much Friday and Saturday night. The partying didn’t end until six in the morning yesterday. I feel like a corpse at this point but Millie will be coming over soon and the last fucking thing I want or need is a fight. Saturday night Antonio, Julian, and Dani came over after a night at the club. When I say Antonio could party, he could fucking party. We stayed up into the early hours drinking to the point of forgetting our names. Millie would probably be disappointed but I didn’t do anything other than drink too much that would upset her. I was a good boy, kept to myself, and immediately shooed away any female that tried to get too close. I fucking miss Millie, which still feels strange considering it’s a new feeling for me. We didn’t talk or text much while she was gone, which put me on fucking edge all wee
37 Days Convince me otherwise
POVMillie As soon as the words leave my mouth he goes white but there, I said it. I planned the whole thing out in my head and then with Steph on our way here but that obviously went to shit. It was going to be delicate but no, he was a dick so I decided to be one back. “You’re what?” He whispers like he hasn’t heard the words correctly. “I’m..” but he puts a hand up to stop from saying the words again. He stands up to his full length, “how?” He demands, his appearance changing to grim. “We had unprotected sex X, how else?” I ask but I know he’s ignoring me. “How far along?” He asks through angry gritted teeth and eyes losing pigment. “Between seven and eight weeks,” I say intertwining my fingers together on my lap, palms collecting moisture.“Are you sure it’s even mine?” His words tear through me like a slow-motion jagged knife. “What?!” I ask standing up myself now. “Did you fuck Nico? Chase? Or some other fucking prick?” He asks, the white flesh turning red. “You’re jok
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