With my back against his chest, he entered from behind; one hand teasing the hell out of my clit, the other hand kneaded my breast. Max stimulated every sensitive area on my body that would make me explode even harder.
Max shifted my body and took me to the sofa. We were now face to face and I was laying on something soft. When he entered me, he cupped my face and gazed lovingly into my eyes. Every nerve in my body awakened, every muscle in my body quivered, and every inch of me felt his love and the pleasure he was giving me.
“Welcome home, babe. Thank you for my surprise.” Then he gave me all of him. Little did he know he had another surprise coming.
After dinner we got ready for bed. My stomach was in knots and my heart was pounding too fast for me to keep up. All I had to do was open my mouth and tell him, but at every opportunity I had lost the courage.
When we got into bed, knowing it was my last chance for today, I told myself that everything would be fine. Though the lights were turned off, I could still dimly see his face from the night-light we had decided to use when I bumped my head finding my way to the bathroom.
“Max.” I snuggled closer to him, and pressed my head against his chest.
“Yes, babe.” With his eyes closed, he wrapped his arms around my waist.
“I need to tell you something, but I’m scared.”
Max shifted his body to turn on the lamplight and instantly sat up. “What is it? Is everything okay?”
I squinted my eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness. “Everything is fine.” My old habit came back again as I fidgeted with my thumbs. It was so difficult to look at him. “I have something growing inside of me.” Max didn’t let me finish. He started to freak out.
“Jenna, what’s growing and where? Do you have cancer? Did you go see a doctor? I know the best doctors. We’ll fix this. Nothing is going to happen to you. I won’t let it.” His words came out so fast I couldn’t stop him.
Before Max lost it, I had to calm him down. His eyes went straight to his cell phone on the nightstand. He was about to spring out of the bed and call someone, perhaps a doctor, in the middle of the night. Resting my hands on his shoulders, I looked him squarely in the eyes. “Max, I’m pregnant.”
He sunk back on the bed and stared at me as if I had spoken to him in Chinese. “Max...did you hear what I said?” I gulped, anticipating his words.
Max leaned into me. We were sitting upright, facing each other. “Did you just tell me you’re pregnant?”
“Yes.” I nodded to confirm.
There was clearly one expression on his face: he had been given the shock of his life. “I don’t understand. How could this have happened? I mean...we were careful. I mean...I thought you were on the pill. I used a condom except that one time.”
His answers were exactly what I had predicted, but hearing them was a whole different story. It hurt me more than I had imagined. It had sounded and felt differently in my mind when I played out the scenario. Max got out of bed. While he paced around the room, he looked at the ground, then at the ceiling. I could imagine what was going through his mind, possibly having the same questions I did.
I answered before he could ask. “I think it happened when you tied me up on the stairs.”
Max froze and focused his eyes on the floor again. I could tell he was thinking of that night. The one he thought I was going to leave him. The very same night I thought I had lost him.
“I didn’t come inside of you,” he mumbled under his breath.
Suddenly, anger flashed through me. “So now this is all my fault? You think I planned this? That I purposely got pregnant. You knew I hadn’t had sex in three years. Why would I be on the pill for no reason?” Tears started to blur my vision, but I would not let them fall. I didn’t want Max’s sympathy.
Confused, Max glanced at me. “Jenna, I didn’t think that. I’m sorry. I’m trying to…” Max raked his hair back. “I’m trying to...understand. Are you sure? Did you take a pregnancy test?”
I could understand what he was going through. After all, I’d had more than a week to take in the news and adjust since I first found out from the home pregnancy test. I had enough time to come to terms with it, but he’d just found out. Of course he would act shocked and confused. He must have millions of thoughts running through his mind right now, just as I had.
“Yes. I saw a doctor to confirm,” I replied, recalling the appointment that I’d gone to several days ago.
The door creaked opened. “Ms. Jenna Mefferd,” Anne, the petite nurse I saw once a year, greeted me.
I headed to her with a smile. Even knowing what the test result would be, I needed to confirm with my doctor. I doubted the pregnancy test was false, but I needed to see the doctor to make sure everything was fine.