Page 28 of Devious Whims

She doesn’t argue and I turn back to watch the windows on the plastic sticks. It’s intriguing to see the pee absorb throughout and the screen slowly darkens as the liquid spreads. My heart skips a beat as I watch the line confirming the pregnancy form on the first test.

With a smile I move to the next one, it’s still blinking so I grab the other test that’s not digital. My grin widens when the second line is already darkening as well. Exhaling, I rub at the center of my chest as nervous joy starts to flicker there.

We’re having a baby. Cami is having a baby. She can finally set up her nursery. My smile fades at the thought of the nursery. The empty room that Mike has been equally excited to fill. I take a step back from the counter, running my hands through my hair.

I feel sick, like I’m intruding on a moment not meant for me, even though it’s my child. Over the past couple of weeks, we’ve gotten into a groove of normalcy. The days are mine and Cami’s and the nights are for Mike. Most of the time I fuck her while he’s at work, but once or twice an argument at dinner escalated to me fucking Cami in front of him to make a point. I know deep down that Mike gets off on it, but it settles a possessive beast inside me to force him to watch me fuck his wife.

But now as I stare at the fruits of our labor, I’m drowning in penitence. This should have been their moment, and this is another thing I’ve forced myself upon.

“Devon?” Cami’s soft knock has me shaking my head from my rueful thoughts. I clear my throat and glance down at the counter. All four tests are positive. I scoop them up, swallow my feelings and paint a neutral expression on my face as I open the door.

Cami blinks, stunned at the sudden movement. Mike jets to his feet from the bed, staring at both of us anxiously. I hold my hand out for her, but she doesn’t look away from my face. Her eyes water as she stares and her lip trembles.

“Just tell me,” she whispers.

My lips curl into a smile, and she starts to sob. Mike walks up behind her, pulls her into his chest as he grabs the tests from my hands.

“Look, darling,” he says on an exhale.

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Cami fidgets with her hands in her lap, so I grab one and entwine our fingers.

“What are you nervous about?” I ask, peering down at her.

She sighs. “That the test is false positive.”

I smirk. “All four of them?”

“It could happen,” she teases softly, nudging me with her shoulder. Then she pulls out her phone, checking the time again.

Glancing at the door, my chest aches for her as it still doesn’t open. “Mike said he’s on his way, right?”

Cami nods and looks up at me while biting down on her lip.

I swallow down the emotion in my throat. “I’m sure he’s fine.”

“I know, I just…” Her chin trembles and I wrap my arm around her shoulders, pulling her into my chest.

“Don’t. Wherever your head is going, it’s wrong,” I whisper into her hair.

Cami shakes, her muffled sob quiet as her tears wet my shirt. “What if he left?”

I gather her in my arms, and stand with her huddled into my chest. I give a forced smile at receptionist. “We’re just going to step outside for a moment.”

She nods and I carry Cami through the door of the doctor’s office towards where we parked her car. Setting her down on the sidewalk, she wipes furiously at the tears falling down her cheeks.

“Mike wouldn’t leave you,” I say. A small part of me wishes he would, but my heart aches seeing the pain on her face.

Cami nods, clearing her throat. “I know, I know. It’s just–like, what if?”

“Out of the two of us, it would have always been me who walked away. And even I’m not strong enough to do it.”

She says nothing in return as Mike’s car pulls into the parking lot, and she breathes out a loud sigh of relief. He climbs out, carrying a bag stuffed with tissue paper with him.

Mike glances up at us, waiting on the sidewalk, and grimaces. “Sorry, darling. I was halfway here when I got a notification that this was delivered.” He holds up the present.

She smiles, holding her hand out for it.

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