Note from SweetPoyzin: This chapter is HEAVY in adult subject matter and language. Readers discretion is advised.
The night I told Adam about how I got pregnant was one of the worst nights of my life so far.
“So…does Xander know yet?”
“He’s…he’s not the father, Adam.”
“Oh. Um…do you know who is? I don’t mean that in a bad way either. I’m just confused I guess.”
“I met this guy back in France. He was twice my age but we hit it off anyway. It was supposed to end there! Just flirting but then… I found out right before I left that he was married. And his wife was pregnant, too. I’m such an idiot. Before you ask: No, I’m not keeping it. I have an appointment set up first thing Monday morning.”
We sat in silence for a few minutes. I wasn’t sure what Adam was going to say.
“You are not an idiot, sis. That asshole played you. I’d rip his balls off if I could. Anything to prevent you from this situation. At least there’s a reason for you puking 900 times a day. I thought you’d gone bulimic on me. Not that this is any better.”
“Adam, please please don’t tell anyone about this. Not with what Liv is going though. And if Xander ever knew…well. Just please don’t speak a word of it.”
“I’ll take it to my grave. I swear it.”
“Thanks baby bro. You are going to be a great man one day.”
It was 3am before either of us crawled into bed. I don’t know how well Adam slept but I tossed and turned all night. I crawled out of bed at 10am the next morning looking like a zombie.
Adam was in the kitchen whipping up some waffles. I really had to hand it to him. For only being 16 he really puts other people first.
Despite the prowess he showed with his toy oven the waffles were horrible! They were a giant pile of charcoal!
We had a good laugh about it but ended up tossing them after neither one of us could dare the other into eating them.
I snagged Adam after breakfast to have another chat.
“I’ve got to go down to the resale shop and get some new clothes. The parasite inside me is starting to take over and my pants don’t fit anymore.”
“Oh well…perhaps I could drive you? You shouldn’t drive in your condition.”
“Adam, I’m pregnant, not incapacitated! You don’t even have your license yet! I’ll give you some lessons when we get home.”
“I wasn’t trying to get lessons out of you. But if you insist. Also, could you grab me a tux and a yellow shirt while you are out? Prom is tonight.”
Short notice much? I headed off with no money in my pockets and a lot to purchase.
A new clothing resale shop had opened up on the edge of town. It looked cute on the outside but it was wretched inside.
I guess I should have figured it would look cheap. If I can get a new wardrobe for $100 I shouldn’t expect it to look like a Neiman Marcus.
I ran by the salon on the way home. I thought it might be too conspicuous to have lighter, flowy clothes at the beginning of fall so I needed a new hairstyle, too. That way I could say I just wanted to change things up.
I found my new look hard to complain about even under the circumstances. I’m such a hottie.
“Lookin’ hot, sis! How about those driving lessons now?”
“Lookin’ hot now goes under the things you can’t say to me category. Have you ever driven a car before?”
“Not legally. Once I backed Dad’s car down the driveway and into the mailbox. That’s about it.”
“Get in the car. I swear if you even think about crashing my car I will never let you do anything fun again! Just homework and housework!”
Adam was out the door and in the car before I could even blink. The look in his eye was a scary combination of excitement and determination.
He did really well though. I was still I little worried he might run over kids at the playground but he kept it on the road.
We got home just as the limo I ordered pulled up. I figured if I had to buy him a tux I might as well rent the limo, too. I was also living a bit vicariously through Adam since I skipped my own Prom.
Adam’s girlfriend Rory was already waiting when we got home. He neglected to tell me she was going to come over so I felt kind of shitty about her waiting alone. The limo seemed to make up for any anger she had though.
It was 11pm when I crawled into bed with no sign of Adam. I figured he’d be home eventually or the cops would bring him home. One way or another he’d show up!
I wasn’t going to set a time limit on his fun.