I turn off the shower and dry off. I know Cason is waiting outside the bathroom.
“I’ll be out in a minute.” I tell him through the door. I rustle through the drawers and pull out a grocery bag that’s been there for about 2 months.
“Almost as long as you’ve been together with Cason.” I tell myself.
I dress quickly and leave the bathroom with the bag in my hand. Cason lays on the bed, looking gorgeous and perfect in his loose pajamas. I sit down next to him and he sits up.
“There’s something I gotta tell you,” I say, barely loud enough for him to hear.
He nods, and I can tell by the seriousness in his face that he’s going to take me seriously.
“I’m pregnant.”
He stares off into space for a moment. “We haven’t, I thought you said you were on the pill.” He is clearly confused, and as much as I hate saying it, I know I have to. I pull the positive pregnancy test from the bag.
“I took this about a week after we started dating.”
“No. no, no, no, no, no,” He whispers to himself, a worried look washes over him and I feel so bad.
“Hey, hey, it’s not your fault. It’s never your fault. I love you, okay? Look at me.” He looks at me and his sparkling eyes are filled with tears. He rests his hand on my stomach.
“Here’s the thing. My ex was abusive, and I hope I never talk to him or see him again, so I want you to be the father.”
Cason looks away from me and I worry I made the worst decision possible. But I know I didn’t when he pulls me into a hug97Please respect copyright.PENANA3D6C8se8OP