A lot can happen in 9 months

I sat on the edge of the bathtub. My mind constantly thinking, not giving me a moment of serenity. 5 minutes had gone by, it was time. This is it. This is the time where my life either changes or I get a chance to better myself.

I got up off of the bathtub and walked to the counter. I picked it up and read it aloud.

“Pregnant, 2-3 weeks”

My heart sank.

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6. oh god no

 

It had been a week since I found out I was pregnant. I hadn't talked to anyone, not a single person. Well I texted Harry, he's been busy but we are getting closer. I feel safe when I talk to him. I think today I should tell him before he gets attached. I don't want him to feel stuck or trapped.

To Harry:
Hey, do you wanna come over around 2 I have some news for you. Don't worry nothing bad ;)

From Harry:
Sure I'd love to, if I show up early is that ok. I haven't seen you in a long time. I miss you. Ooops Simon is giving me the evil eye. I'll see you around 2 ;) Xx

He's texts always make me smile. I'm ready to tell him. It's 12:30pm now so I have plenty of time to call my mom.

I decided it was time to tell my mom what was happening. She would be upset, but she needs to know.

I've been thinking a lot about what I'm going to do and I've decided I'm keeping my baby. It will be hard being a single mother, with no family around but I can do it.

Here it goes.

"Hey mom, how have you been." I say, hopefully she isn't mad that I haven't talked to her in a while.

"Oh Zoe, I'm great! How are you?"

"I'm good mom." I reply.

We talked for a good 45 minutes. But now was the time. I have to tell her now.

"Look mom I have something to tell you and it's big news." I felt a lump in my throat.

"Oh Zoe, you're scarring me. Ok tell me." I could hear her voice tense up.

"Mom...I'm pregnant." there was a silence on the phone for a few minutes. "Mom are you still there?"

"What?! You're pregnant? Who's the father?" Is that all she cared about who the dad was. Here come the water works.

My mom knew about how abusive my ex Craig was but I never told her the worst part, why I broke up with him.

"Craig is the father mom. There's something else I need to tell you and this will be the hardest thing I ever tell you."

"Craig? Ok I'm sitting down. What's the other news?" she said once again with a tense voice.

My eyes began to blur, tears forming in my eyes. I looked at my clock. It was 1:45. Harry would be here soon so here it goes.

"Well, I didn't break up with Craig because he was abusive. I broke up with him because." My voice trailed off. Tears were now streaming down my face. I couldn't say it.

"Hunny are you still there, what did Craig do?" my mom said. I could hear her fight back tears.

"He raped me mom." I could no longer control it. I was full blown bawling. It felt good to tell someone.

"Oh hunny, I'm so sorry. I don't know what to say, except I'm sorry." I could hear the pain in her voice.

"Mom I gotta go, I'll call you tomorrow I'm expecting someone."

"Zoe, hold on." she said almost in a mad voice.

"Bye mom, Love you." before she could reply I hung up the phone. I got up from my couch and saw someone standing behind me.

"Harry, what the Hell! You scared me!" I said trying to sound calm, even though I have tears streaming down my face. Did he hear everything?

"Zoe, I'm so so sorry." His eyes started to get puffy. Oh god he did hear. I know he didn't hear the whole conversation.

"Harry, it's not your fault. You have nothing to be sorry about. You're not the one who hurt me." I gave him a hug.

"I'll kill that bastard." his voice was so angry.

"Wait Harry, I have to tell you something. There's more."

"More? I don't know if I can handle more than that. Your not pregnant are you?" He chuckled.

I couldn't do it I couldn't tell him. I wasn't ready yet. So once again I lied. "Oh god no Harry!" I laughed.

"Oh good, that would not be good, especially seeing how it would be created." Harry hugged me.

I don't know what came over me but I wanted to feel something, I haven't felt anything but sadness for a week. I needed to know if Harry and I had a connection. So I did it.

I kissed him. He kissed me back with a passionate kiss, his tongue licking my lip asking for entrance into my mouth. His tongue slipped into my mouth. Our tongues dancing together. Harry grabbed my bum and lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. I wanted him, I needed him. Once again Harry walked us into my bedroom. Not breaking the kiss once.

Harry threw me onto the bed. He took off his shirt, revealing a toned muscular body. He continues at this pace as he unhooks his belt and lets his pants drop to the floor. He is left in just briefs. Harry lunges toward me, pinning me to the bed. He kisses his way down my neck, nipping and sucking to the point where my cleavage begins. Harry finds my zipper and unfastens it slowly.

“Hurry,” I moan. He laughs.

I draw a breath as his hand nears my inner thigh. His thumb puts pressure on this spot, this spot I didn’t know I had, and I feel myself grow weak. A new feeling rushed over me, the feeling of want. “Harry,” I breathe.

He releases my wrists, letting me to pull down on his boxer-briefs, until I can no longer reach and he does the rest of it himself. My eyes widen slightly when I finally see his length. Now nothing separates Harry and me. He rubs himself, but I grab his hand and do it myself. Just once. But once is all I need. His eyes shut and he lets out a groan that lets me know that as domineering as he is, he wants this just as badly as I do. He moans my name. I bite my bottom lip, because him saying my name like that might be the best sound on earth (other than sizzling Bacon).

Harry’s massive hands grab my hips to steady me, and I feel him graze my opening. I breathe out softly and my hips involuntarily lift to accommodate him, needing to feel him. Then he’s inside me. I only have time to let out a small “oh,” and adjust before he pushes deeper, then completely withdraws. He grazes over me once more, pushing in just slightly, then back out. Then again. Slowly, this time. Slower the next.

“Fuck, Harry, don't tease me,” I breathe, and it barely even comes out. I push my hips against his at the perfect moment and he’s almost fully inside me. I gasp at the new feeling. Harry takes a quick breath and his hands are back to gripping my hips, and he pulls out then crashes into me again. I gasp for air with each thrust. My whole body burns intensely and I cry out his name. His pace quickens - harder, deeper now. He rocks against me and grind against a spot that makes me tremble, my thighs quivering. The tension builds quickly and I realize I’m not going to last much longer.

“Oh God,” I moan. “I-”

Before I can even finish my sentence, my body tenses and I let out a moan, his name on my lips. Shock waves overtake me, and I’m not even through before he cries out. His green eyes practically rolling into the back of his head. He pushes into me with short strokes meant to extend his orgasm. He doesn't last much longer, though, and he collapses on top of me. And like that, it’s over.

We lay there together, bodies exhausted and sweaty. When Harry regains strength, he rolls on to his side, his head turning so he’s looking at me. There’s this small, smile on his lips.

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