Page 28 of Pucked and Pregnant

I did but what about yesterday?

I turn back and check again.

I took it yesterday, too.

So why am I feeling so paranoid?

Condoms. We didn’t use any.

Oh shit.

What if one of them has an STD? I didn’t think to ask last nightbeforewe got naked, I was too wrapped up in the moment.

I step under the warm spray hoping to release the newly-formed knots in my back.

Another ugly thought pops into my brain.

What if the pill fails?

Just like that, I’m convinced I’m pregnant. I need to go get a test. As soon as I know for sure, I can make a plan.

Okay, you just took a ninety-degree turn into crazy town. How about you be practical and use your whole brain instead of letting the amygdala drive the bus?

Right. Panic is not practical and it helps precisely no one.

I take a deep breath and think it through like I would any other analysis.

Okay.

The standard use rate of success is ninety-three percent. A seven percent margin for error isn’t bad at all.

The numbers are on my side, no way I could be pregnant. So why aren’t the statistics soothing me as much as they usually do? Why is there still a sense of dread in the pit of my stomach?

I feel anxiety similar to what I felt on prom night when my date was ten minutes late.

That’s when it hits me. I’m acting like a hormonal teenage girl rather than the independent woman I’ve worked hard to become, yet another reason being with them is a bad idea.

I manage to scrub most of the anxiety off in the shower and the little that remains I choose to ignore.

I check my phone. Six-thirty a.m.

Plenty of time to kick them out of my room without anyone noticing then treat myself to a luxurious breakfast. I deserve a damn treat after all that effort to try and wake them up.

Fortunately, I don’t have to go a second round with the sleeping giants when I get out of the bathroom. They’re up, dressed, and waiting for me.

I quickly squash down the part of me that thinks that’s rather charming and considerate, adopting a more neutral tone.

“Morning.” I nod. “You three sleep okay? I imagine the bed was a bit more crowded than what you’re used to.”

“I’ve had worse nights of sleep.” Connor smiles. “Besides, the company wasn’t too bad.”

“Easy for you to say,” Dimitri grumbles half-heartedly. “You didn’t have Aiden snoring in your ear all night.”

“I do not snore.”

“As fun as it is watching you act like the three stooges, we do need to talk about last night,” I say.

“Did we do something to upset you?” asks Aiden.

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