Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Our child.
I bite my cheek as I stroke my stomach under my desk. I was in denial for a while there, and I didn’t want to accept that I was truly pregnant. I took a lot of pregnancy tests, and even when the doctor told me the truth, I couldn’t believe it. I don’t know why I was so surprised; we fucked like rabbits and never used condoms. There was always a chance, but I thought I was invincible. I was just having fun, and now, our fun has ten toes and ten fingers.
It has a heartbeat that owns me completely.
I swallow past the fear that settles in my chest as I absent-mindedly stroke my somewhat-flat stomach. I am very small, according to my doctor, due to my eating habits and the hard-core working out I did before I got pregnant. While I’m six months along, I only look three, maybe four. The only reason I know there is someone in there is because they kick me a lot. Almost as if they’re letting me know they’re aware I haven’t told their dad about them and they’re not happy about it. Even though I don’t have a round belly, I still stroke my little person. But even as I do it, I find myself glancing at the door to make sure no one is around. Thankfully, the door is closed.
Since no one knows I’m pregnant.
Not my sisters, my peepaw, my coworkers, and especially not Alejandro Cruz.
I don’t know why I haven’t told anyone.
I think, at first, I was embarrassed. I’d gotten knocked up by a hockey player in his prime on his way to the NHL. It’s so clichéd, and I felt stupid. How could I explain to my sisters that I didn’t use protection and got myself pregnant? Louisa was always so dead set on none of us ever being touched without a condom, to make sure we protected ourselves, and I had. I really had. But I trusted Alex, and honestly, I wanted to feel every bit of his thick cock with nothing between us. Not that I’d tell her that. While I know my sisters and know they’d never judge me, I judge myself harshly.
It’s an endless cycle.
I haven’t told my peepaw because I’d rather he not be the victim of a heart attack. He’s getting a bit up there in years, and he has made it known he doesn’t want any more hockey players in the family.
Well, sorry, Peepaw. You’re about to have a grandchild from a hockey player.
I know he’ll be happy for me once all the shock wears off. I don’t know why I haven’t told anyone. Not sure what I’m waiting for. I really should start buying stuff for the kid, but I don’t know how to hide all the things I buy, and I don’t know what I’m having. I’m not a fan of yellow, so I don’t feel like buying anything. That doesn’t mean that my Amazon cart isn’t overflowing, and when I finally hit that buy button, I’ll be in debt.
“I should start buying things for you,” I say to the little person inside me. They kick me as if to agree, and I can’t help the little smirk that pulls at my lips. It’s nice to have someone to talk to and not feel crazy for speaking out loud. Who am I kidding? I am a crazy person.
I pat my belly, grateful that since I’m not showing much, it’s been easy to hide. I just wear oversized shirts that are totally in style right now. Especially when I’m in my Knoxville Bears gear, no one even bats an eye at me. I know Clara, my baby sister, would have noticed if I wore my regular clothes, but even she hasn’t asked why I’m not wearing a sports bra and shorts to the gym anymore. Thankfully, it’s been colder than a witch’s tit, and I’ve been able to get away with my oversized clothes. Since no one has asked about my wardrobe changes or weight gain, I haven’t had to tell anyone, but I know that period is coming to an end. The kid will make themselves known one day, and I really should grow the balls to tell everyone before then.
But damn it, I don’t want my coworkers to know. I don’t want them to think I can’t do my job because I’m about to be a mom. I work in a male-dominated business, and I refuse for anyone to look down on me. I could probably tell my family now since I am truly excited to be a mom, but that would involve admitting who the father is. God, I’m an idiot. I’ve let this go too far, and now, I don’t even know what to say or how to tell anyone.