Page 48 of Homecoming: The Devil's Society

My heart is racing as I spit the words out, “I'm pregnant.”

Three days.

It’s been three days since I dropped the bomb on E.

Based on when I had my period last, I’m easily six weeks along.

I thought it was stress and all the changes that caused my period to run behind. Then my boobs started to hurt, which was unusual. My stomach was slightly more bloated than normal. Again, not having flown or been at this altitude, I thought nothing of it. My mouth was always parched. No matter how much water I drank, nothing helped.

Then it occurred to me.

With all the commotion of the past few months, apparently my birth control wasn’t always at the forefront of my mind. But E’s cock was, often.

Unable to sneak out without alarming my extremely over-the-top possessive baby daddy, I had to message the only person I know, his dad, Nate.

He had Rogers get a variety of feminine products, including tampons, pads, and a couple Diva cups. Mixed in at the bottom of the bag were a few different brands of pregnancy tests. This way if E was a nosey Nelly, he would be put off by the period products.

Thankfully, with his new project ofburying a dead body in the forest behind our house, he was far too busy to care about a delivery.

Even with E outside, I still raced to the bathroom and locked the door behind me. Dumping everything out on the floor, I picked through everything, only taking the tests out.

I took six in quick succession. All off the same stream. I could hear my heart beating in my ears after each one.

I didn’t get off the toilet while the timer was counting on my phone. I was frozen with anxiety.

Once the time was up, I still didn’t move.

What if it’s positive and we have a boy? E would be so fucking jealous of another man taking my attention, regardless of blood. What if we have a girl? Would E accept her? Would he even show an interest in her?

My mind raced and taunted me withwhat-ifsuntil my legs went numb from sitting for so long.

After standing up and cleaning myself off, I looked down at the counter where all six white sticks sat. And all six had positive indicators.

My heart sank. Fuck, how was I supposed to tell E?

Later that day, before I told E about the baby, he promised he would never react again like he did those days prior with his episode. He fucking promised and I was about to hold him to it, but then he surprised me with my pink cabinets full of fun goodies and his dad called wanting to meet, which put my announcement on the back burner for the time.

Before going over, I wanted to message Nate. Let him know what the results were, to ask him for advice on how to tell his son. Fuck, to even ask for advice for myself. This is when I could really use my mom.

Then, seeing Nate in his office, not pushing E by bringing up his room, I knew it was exactly how I had to handle delivering the news. Tell him, then let it sit. But first, I wanted to give him the best blowjob of his life, which I did.

After I told him, he stood before me in silence. He didn’t move, nor did he speak. His gaze focused on the wall behind me, only blinking when he remembered to. Then he turned around and left.

Most people would be pissed at this reaction. But I wasn’t. This was better than his violent outbursts. I will take his silence over that any day. And just like Nate, I wasn’t going to push him.

That night, I didn’t see him. I also didn’t go looking. I went to bed alone and I was completely okay with that. After waking up the next day, I strolled, still half asleep into the kitchen and began making coffee.

“Something is up with my dad. I sat watching his house all night. He had someone over.” I nearly jumped out of my skin, not expecting E to be in here. Turning around, I see he is lying on the couch with his legs crossed. His eyes looked tired and his hair was a mess.

I acted surprised. “Oh?”

“Yeah. I couldn’t get a good look at her as she drove by, but I did notice she had long black hair. I sent the plate number tomy guy, I’m waiting to hear back. I’ll have her entire background before lunch.”

I closed my eyes softly and took a deep inhale, held it in, then exhaled.

“Okay. I’m excited to hear what you find out.”

His poor, fucking father.

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