Page 57 of Sweet Possession

After buying the test, I went back to my old apartment. I needed space, and although I knew Asher would find me eventually, I would have more time than if I had gone back to his place. I will admit that I was surprised he found me as quickly as he did though. Before I can ask him how he did, he cups my cheeks and lifts my face, forcing my eyes to meet his. “I will handle this, angel. First things first, let’s get out of this dump and get you home. Tomorrow, I will call the doctor and get you an appointment. Okay?”

My chest tightens at the hope in his eyes. Asher wants this. If I didn’t know it was my own fault for forgetting to take my birth control, I would almost think he had planned for this to happen. Shoving the thought away, I force a smile and agree. “Okay.”

* * *

Asher manages to book an appointment straight after school the next day. We argued all day about me getting in his car in the school parking lot. I outright refused—much to his annoyance—and met him at our spot.

Now we are outside the doctor’s office, my stomach churning with nerves as I debate whether I want to go inside or not. Logically, I know I have to, but I’m having a hard time wanting to do that right now. The test I did yesterday was positive, and Iknowin my heart that the doctor will confirm it today. I just don’t know if I’m ready to hear it from someone else’s mouth.

“Come on, angel, let’s go.” Asher’s voice is a gentle coax. I glance at him. The happiness in his eyes with a hint of concern. I know he wants this baby. I do too… but is it too soon?

Sighing, I grab the handle, open the door, and climb out of the car. Asher is by my side in an instant, taking my hand and leading me inside. He was overbearing anyway, and I get the feeling that will increase tenfold if we get the confirmation that I’m pregnant today. Can I deal with it? I guess I’ll have to.

Asher places me in a chair while he goes and checks us in at reception. I sit, watching him take control. His strong back, which leads down to the best ass I have ever seen and muscular thighs. My stomach tightens, moisture pools between my thighs, and need takes over. Jesus. What is wrong with me? Here I am, maybe another teenage statistic, pregnant, and I am salivating over the man who has gotten me into this mess, wishing more than anything that he would take me to a dark room, or even a closet, and have his way with me. Pound into me with his thick, long cock and fuck me so good in that way only he can.

I am startled out of my lascivious thoughts when Asher steps in front of me. My eyes dart to his, and he frowns, running his tongue across his bottom teeth. “You okay, angel?” he asks, dropping down beside me and taking my hand.

It’s the wrong thing to do. Even that little bit of contact sets my body on fire. I want him so badly right now. I’ve heard pregnancy can make you horny, but this is ridiculous. I nod, unable to speak.

His eyes narrow but he doesn’t push it further. “We shouldn’t have to wait too long. The woman at reception said we were next to be seen. I filled out all the forms for you.” I nod again, seemingly having lost my voice. Asher quirks a smile and squeezes my hand.

Nerves flicker through me as we wait to be seen. We only wait for around fifteen minutes when my name is called. My stomach dips as Asher rises, pulling me with him. This is it. The moment of truth.

Walking down the clinical white hallway, my heart pounds in my chest as we follow the doctor into a room. Closing the door behind us, she motions for us to take a seat as she rounds her desk and takes her own. “Miss Hale, Mr. Grant, I’m Doctor Shepherd. Tell me what I can do for you today.”

Taking a breath, I rush out the words. “I think I’m pregnant.” Asher reaches over, taking my hand in his and squeezing as the doctor waits for me to elaborate. “I mean, I um...” I trail off. Jesus, why is this so hard? I breathe in, trying to calm myself. “I took a test. It was positive,” I manage to get out.

“The test was positive. We just want to be sure, Dr Shepherd.” Asher adds.

The doctor looks between us, her brows furrowed slightly before she speaks. “Okay, well let’s get you checked out, Miss Hale.”

“Remi is fine,” I say quietly.

She smiles, pushes out of her chair, and grabs a small pot off the shelf. “Here you go, Remi.” She hands me the clear plastic. “The bathroom is through that door.” She points to a closed door off to the right. “Go pee in the cup, and we can get your urine tested.” She talks softly like she is coaxing a small child. I nod and, without another word, pad towards the bathroom. Inside, I quickly do my business, clean up, and step back outside to find Asher talking to the doctor, firing off questions about pregnancy.

I clear my throat to get their attention, and their eyes snap to me. I resist glaring at the man who looks way too happy about all this and focus on Doctor Shepherd. She pushes off the desk where she is waiting, closes the distance between us, and takes the cup of pee I’m holding. I move back to my chair next to Asher as the doctor does whatever it is she’s doing. Not five minutes later, she turns to face us.

“The test confirms that you are pregnant, Remi.” I suck in a breath, my heart rate kicking up. It’s stupid, really, considering I already knew I was. But hearing her confirm it has sent another wave of panic through me. Asher grips my hand as if he is scared that I might bolt from this room. “I want to run a few tests and get you booked in for a sonogram, if that’s okay?”

I nod, unable to speak. Asher takes over, which I appreciate right now. He clears his throat. “Money is not an issue, Doctor Shepherd. I want Remi to have the best care possible.”

She nods. “Of course. Let’s get your vitals checked and then we can get everything else scheduled.”

* * *

After checking my vitals and scheduling my next appointment, Doctor Shepherd recommended some prenatal vitamins for me to take. Not one to wait or to take any chances with me, Asher drove straight to the drugstore to collect every single item written down by the doctor. I would roll my eyes at his overbearing ways, but I’m too stuck in my own head, overwhelmed by all of this.

I wait in the car, my mind in overdrive. I know I told Asher there were options, but I don’t think I could actually go through with… I swallow. No, I know I couldn’t. Asher would never allow it, and if I’m being honest, it’s not what I want either. I want this baby. I’m just scared. What if Asher eventually decides he doesn’t want to be with me? What if this is just a phase for him and he gets bored? I know it’s probably only my insecurities talking right now, but I want my baby to have a proper family unit. I’m aware that it doesn’t always happen that way, and I’m probably living in a fantasy land, but it’s what I want. A proper family unit for both my child and me. Not that there is anything wrong with being a single parent. I just want it all.

The car door opens, dragging me from my thoughts. Asher climbs inside, a big brown grocery bag in his arms. He gets settled, then glances at me with a smile. “I think I went overboard, but I got everything the doctor recommended, angel.” I return his smile, but it’s forced, small, and he can tell. “It’s all going to be okay,” he murmurs as he reaches out and cups my jaw. “I know it’s soon, know that you have dreams, but you can have it all. I’ll make sure of it. You deserve everything, and that is what you’ll have. I am never letting you go, Remi, never. You are stuck with me.” He releases my cheek. His hand snakes down, landing on my stomach. “You and our baby are everything to me, and I will do whatever it takes to show you that, every day for the rest of our lives. I love you.”

My throat turns thick with emotion, and tears blur my vision. “Asher,” I choke out.

Leaning forward, he brushes his lips against mine. “I’ve got you, angel. Always. You don’t have to be scared anymore. And as for school? You will finish it. It might be months before you start showing anyway. No one has to know anything. I’ll even find a job elsewhere. I will do anything to make you as comfortable as possible. I just hate the idea of leaving you unprotected with Brody and the Carrington’s.”

Oh god. In my hysteria of finding out I’m pregnant, I forgot about all the other drama. I shake my head. “They won’t stop, Asher. I think it’s best if I finish school elsewhere.” It’s not a question, but I know he will answer anyway.

“We can discuss this later. Let’s get you home and fed.” With those words, he ends the conversation. Asher peels out of the parking lot, and we head home, the issue of school still not resolved.

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