Michelle I have peed on every stick inside the RFSU pregnancy test package, and they all show the same thing: two red lines. "No, this must be wrong..." I stare down at the stick while sitting on the toilet seat. "I can't be pregnant—I'm not ready for that!" I'm shaking, close to crying my heart
When I thanked the first one for handing me my cutlery, Maddox's mother looked ready to burst. A tiny little vein popped on her forehead; if I'm not mistaken, Maddox almost choked on laughter. My boyfriend seems to find it funny that I don't quite fit in, and he loves to get a raise out of his moth
Michelle Jesus Christ. I'm shocked. My lips are parched. There are no words I can think of to say in this situation. I stare at Catharina, disappointed that she isn't the mother I hoped she would be. She offered money for me to break up with Maddox—what normal person does that? No one, I'm te
Maddox Michelle and I are sitting on the couch. I couldn't speak for the entire car ride home due to the heart attack I almost suffered in traffic. Not a literal one, albeit it still felt like one. Michelle is pregnant. Pregnant. There is a baby on the way. I stare into the wall while Michell
I softly kiss her head, whispering. "It wouldn't make sense if you weren't scared..." Now it's her turn to laugh. "I can't believe that... That you're the calm one in all of this..." Calm? Is she kidding me?! I'm freaking out, and it's a miracle that I'm breathing! There are so many things tha
Michelle I'm nervous, shaking as I carefully reach forward to grip the fabric of Maddox's white t-shirt. He is kneeling, wordlessly watching me with his intense, beautiful eyes. My heartbeats are quick, matching my fast breathing as I slowly try to help him remove his t-shirt. My fingers are on t
I thrust back and forth, breathing hard. It feels amazing. We moan in tandem, me falling limp against him, but Maddox lifts his ass to help me with the rhythm. I kiss his lips and let my hands wind up in his sandy hair as I spread my legs farther. We begin a slow and steady rhythm. It's fantas
Michelle A couple of weeks have passed, and I live with Maddox at what used to be his parent's old summerhouse. His dad, who isn't entirely terrible, let us have it for free. Sadly, Maddox's dad couldn't make it back to congratulate us on the pregnancy. Maddox tells me his dad values his job over