Just a Positive Pregnancy Test - London Casey Page 0,17

What the hell is going on?”

“Okay, Silas, you need to sit down.”

“Sit down? Why would I sit down? I show up to surprise you and this is the reaction I get?”

“What do you want me to do?”

“For starters, stop moving,” I said.

“Fine. Here…”

Mila stopped.

I caught up to her and swept her off her feet.

Picking her up so she was eye level with me.

I could feel something between us…

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Silas…”

“Dammit,” I growled. I put her down. “That’s it. I have no choice now.”

“Silas, wait,” Mila said.

I turned and ran for the bedroom door.

I threw the door open and found… nothing.

Nobody.

I put my head back.

Now I felt like a jerk again.

“There’s nobody in here,” Mila said.

“I can see that, darling. But something is way off here.” I turned to face her. “Just tell me what’s up. Are we done? Is this it? If so, just fucking say so. I can’t stand this feeling I have right now. It’s eating me up.”

“You’re right.”

“I am?”

“Yeah. You’re right.”

“About us being done?”

“No,” Mila laughed. “I think we’re just getting started here, Silas.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“Can you come sit on the couch?”

“No. I’m done playing games. I’m standing right here until I get an answer.”

Mila nodded.

She walked to the dresser and opened the top drawer. She took out what looked like a shopping bag.

“What is that?” I asked.

“Here you go, Silas,” she said.

Mila tipped the bag upside down and shook it out.

I blinked fast when I saw the items fall from the bag.

My eyes told my brain they were… pregnancy tests.

I walked to the bed and picked one up.

“What the…” The test was positive. I picked up a second one. That was positive too. “These are…”

“Silas, turn around,” Mila said.

I turned, holding another positive pregnancy test.

Mila stood with an ultrasound picture in her hands.

I dropped the pregnancy test and grabbed the ultrasound picture from her.

“Wait a second…”

“Look at the name in the corner, Silas,” she said.

I looked.

Mila. Justa.

“I’m pregnant, Silas,” she said. “So, you’re right. Things are a little off right now. And, yeah, maybe there is someone new in my life. That someone is our baby. Our baby, Silas. We’re… having a baby…”

I stepped back a few steps. “You’re pregnant.”

“That’s right,” Mila said. “I took a bunch of tests and went to the doctor. Just to be sure. I was going to call you and tell you, but I didn’t know what you’d say. I was scared, Silas. I should have called sooner. But you’re here now. And you’re in person. So it makes it…”

“You’re pregnant,” I repeated.

“Yes.”

“How…”

“Silas,” she said. “How? You fucked me and came inside me.”

I snorted. “Yeah, I get that part of it.”

“Okay. That’s how babies are made.”

“Mila… you and me…” I put the ultrasound picture down on the bed and walked back to Mila. I slowly reached with my right hand and touched her stomach. “A baby…”

“A baby,” she whispered.

I looked at her and smiled. “What the fuck is happening to my life?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “But here we are.”

My hand slid to the small of her back and I pulled her toward me.

My lips sought hers and found the comfort I had been dying to feel.

I picked her up and the world felt whole again.

Then I turned and walked her to the bed.

My tongue danced between her legs as I opened my jeans and pushed them down. My right hand rested on her soft mound, my thumb pulling at her soft, damp skin, exposing her tender bud. I licked up and curled my tongue, feeling Mila lift her hips as she hurried to take her shirt and bra off.

I move my hand up her body and began to kiss up.

My hand touched her breast and I kneaded her soft, warm skin.

Mila grabbed my hand and groaned.

I lifted my lips from just below her belly button. “Are you okay? Do they hurt?”

“A little,” she whispered. “Achy and tender. I still need you, Silas. Taste them. Please.”

I gritted my teeth.

Fuck.

I moved up her body and my mouth eased over her right breast. I took her into my mouth and Mila let out a loud groan of relief. I swirled my tongue around her erect nipple and pulled away, my lips tight together, making that sweet pop noise I had missed more than the applause from a half-drunk bar after I finished a song.

As I slid to her other breast I reached down between my legs, feeling my own thickness. No need to stroke myself to life. Mila’s