Page 74 of Waiting for Tuesday

He grinned and lifted his eyebrows. “You’re freaking hot when you’re wet, too. I don’t think I can stand it any longer.” He pushed me backward until the tops of my thighs hit the mattress of the bed.

“Whose room is this?” I asked, looking over my shoulder to the four-poster bed.

“My parents’.”

I shook my head, pushing at his chest. “I’mnothaving sex with you in your parents’ bedroom.”

“It’s okay. They won’t mind.”

I laughed, letting him push me back on the bed. “Your whole family is downstairs,” I whispered.

“It’s raining,” he stated, before dipping his head down again to kiss my neck. As if that was all the answer I needed.

“So?”

He continued kissing me. “They won’t hear a thing. Trust me.” Then he handed me a pillow. “On second thought. Use this.”

I laughed out loud, pulling at his drenched clothing so I could feel his skin. “What are you trying to say?”

He laughed. “You’re loud.” He kissed my neck. “Hot.” He kissed my collarbone. “And sexy as hell.”

I grinned from ear to ear then pushed at his shoulders until he rolled to his back. “I’m still not having sex with you in your parents’ bedroom.”

He groaned, letting his head fall back to the mattress as I climbed off the bed.

“Where are you going?” he asked as I walked across the room.

“To the bathroom. To change.”

“Change here. I want to watch you.”

I shook my head, grinning. “Not a chance.”

He stuck his bottom lip out and sat up on the edge of the bed, sulking like a little boy who was just told he couldn’t play with his favorite toy any longer. “Why?”

“’Cause I don’t think I’d be able to resist you when I’m naked.” I looked at the pillow beside him on the bed. “And that’s not enoughinsulation.”

I slipped into the bathroom, grinning before I shut the door behind me. The sound of John’s groans could be heard through the walls.

One more night.Just one more night and then I’d tell him. One more night to play with him, and love him, andmakelove with him.

I set the powder blue sweats on the vanity, removed his soaking jacket, and hung it up on the towel rack. Then I took a seat on the toilet and unsnapped my overalls. So wet and heavy, they were completely plastered to my legs. I began tugging at the fabric, inching them slowly down my legs. Deciding to take my panties too, I pushed them down to my ankles then stopped.

My breath caught, and I covered my mouth to suppress a scream. On my panties was blood. Bright red and unmistakable.

I blinked, hoping it was just my imagination that the light was funny, that I was seeing things, but it didn’t go away. My eyes filled with tears and I blinked harder, taking longer and longer before opening them again, but every time, it was still there. I was bleeding. I was pregnant and I was bleeding. I remembered the words Dr. Kim spoke when she’d told me the news: that some women bled early in pregnancy. But it did nothing to comfort me. I hadn’t bled in nearly seven weeks; why would I start bleeding again now?

I wrapped my arms around my belly and began to rock back and forth, prayed to God to let me wake up. Then my mind flashed to earlier that evening, to me running through the forest back to the house, to climbing up the steps and falling. My lips began to quiver, and I shook my head. I fell so hard. I didn’t even think about the baby when I did it. I was irresponsible, and I fell, and I hurt my baby.

I pulled at my overalls, but they were stuck to my ankles, heavy and soaking, so I kicked them to the side and pulled on the pale blue sweat pants. I pushed myself to stand, holding onto the vanity because the room had started to spin. I opened the bathroom door and found John right where I left him, sitting on the edge of the bed.

He stood up as soon as he saw me, his face drained of color as he shook his head. “Are you okay?”

My lips began to quiver, and I looked him in the eyes. “I’m bleeding.” I pulled in a deep breath, hearing my heart break and everything inside me crumble with an exhale. “And I’m pregnant.”

Chapter THIRTY-THREE

Tuesday

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