Page 23 of Deceitful Dreams

I sit on the toilet, pee on the plastic test, and then leave it on the counter as I finish and wash my hands. My nails drum against the marble counter as the three minutes stretch into what feels like an eternity. When I’ve counted to sixty Mississippis’ three times in a row, I snatch the test and turn it over.

Shock and excitement roll through me as the word Pregnant sits on the digital screen, and I put it on the counter, placing a hand over my belly. Wyatt’s baby is growing in there, and I smile with the joy of carrying his child.

But then the reality of the situation hits me. I’m fresh out of college with no job prospects and knocked up with my stepdad’s child. I’ll only have a few months before I show, and my mom will demand to know who the father is. And I just know Wyatt will admit to it outright, the hell with the consequences.

If my mom finds out it’s his baby, I know she won’t react well. Not only because of the cheating, but because I’ve taken something of hers. When my father first started dating, she told me she purposely sabotaged his dates. Not because she wanted him back, but because he dared to move on from her.

The problem is, after she kicks me out, I have to hope Wyatt will still want take me in with the baby or at least pay for somewhere for me to live. I can’t really apply for child support till after the baby is born. With each passing day of us living under this roof, I struggle with the insecurity that he truly wants to be with me. I want to believe he can achieve the annulment he wants. And now I worry we will have enough time to not put our baby in her warpath. I rub my flat stomach, a smile curling on my lips at the thought of our baby.

A knock on my bedroom door pulls me out of my worries, and I move cautiously to answer it, keeping the test behind my back. Wyatt’s worried face is on the other side, and I open the door wider, waving him in. His eyebrows quirk as he glances behind him before walking into my bedroom.

I shove the test into his chest before he can say anything and he looks down, confused. Flipping it over so he can see it, his body tenses as he realizes what it is and what it says.

“You’re pregnant?” he whispers.

I nod. My chest aches as he stands there silently for a moment. Then he steps forward, resting his hand on my stomach.

“You have my baby in you?” he asks, the heat in his eyes rendering me breathless.

Swallowing to coat my dry throat, I nod again. He grabs me around my waist, lifting me as I wrap my legs around him. The test falls onto the floor behind us as he carries me to my bed, dropping me on the mattress and crawling over me.

His mouth is on me instantly, his kiss deepening as he pushes my large sleeping shirt over my hips. With a quick tug, he rips my panties from me and unbuckles his pants. In the next second, he’s thrusting inside me and we both moan. It’s been a few days since he’s been able to sneak in to see me.

“I’m so fucking happy,” he growls against my lips. Wyatt snaps his hips faster, unrelenting with his kisses and pace as he makes love to me.

I hold on to him tightly, my nails digging into his shoulders and heels resting above his ass.

“I have your baby in me,” I whisper into his mouth. “Do you want to be with me?”

“Yes, Sophie,” he groans, his cock growing larger where he’s buried in my heat. He lifts onto his palms, bracing his weight on the bed as his hips snap faster. We don’t look away from each other as he moves inside me.

My door opens in the next second and I turn to face my mom walking into my room. Her mouth drops open when she takes in the scene before her. Wyatt doesn’t look at her. Instead, he picks up his pace and lets out a grunt with each thrust as if he’s in a rush to fill me with his cum.

My mom’s attention falls to the floor, and she picks up the test we dropped.

“Oh my god!” she cries out, her hand shaking as she stares at it.

I try to push him away, but Wyatt shakes his head and continues to fuck me.

“I need to come inside you. You’re mine,” he says, pumping his hips faster. It’s only a few more strokes till he stills, buried deep, and lets out a growl as the warmth of his cum floods into me.

My mom grabs him by the shirt and rips him off me, pulling him to the ground. I scramble away from her and back up against the wall, still huddled on the mattress. Wyatt stands, pushing my mother away from him and then tucks his wet cock back into his pants. Her eyes zero in on the movement, reminding her he was just fucking her daughter.

“You fucking bastard!” she screeches, trying to launch herself at him again.

He catches her arms, pressing them against her chest, and backs her into the door of my closet. “Calm down,” Wyatt says into her face.

My mom screams, slinging profanities. I scoot off the bed, tugging my shirt down, and pick up the test. It’s dumb, but I want to keep it for memory’s sake.

It quietens, and then my mom asks. “Is it yours?”

Her gaze bounces between us as her body sags. Wyatt looks down at her for a moment before letting go and stepping back. He glances over his shoulder at me but doesn’t move to stand next to me.

“Yes.”

My mom lets out a groan, her arm wrapping around her stomach as she bends as if in pain. “Oh god. So it’s been weeks.”

“Since the road trip,” Wyatt confirms.

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