Page 82 of His Big Bad Stick

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…”

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