Page 29 of Filthy Uncle To Go

“Yes?” I call out in a normal voice.

“Jenna, are you okay in there?” my lover growls from the other side. “Food’s getting cold.”

“Yes, I’m fine,” I stammer.

“Are you sure? You’ve been in here for a while,” he says.

“Um, sorry! I’m coming out now,” I reply with a faint tremor to my voice. “Go ahead and start without me. I’m not that hungry.”

He pauses for a moment.

“Sweetheart, are you sure? You love Italian.”

I smile weakly.

“Yes, I’m fine. I’ll be right out!”

“Okay.”

I hold my breath as his footsteps fade down the long hallway. Finally, Drake’s gone and I shove the test into the bottom of the trash can and cover it with toilet paper. I doubt Drake is the type to go fishing around in his bathroom garbage, but I don’t want him to accidentally find this thing. What was I even thinking, taking the test here? I should have done it in my dorm room.

But I did it, and now I know the answer. Staring in the mirror at myself, I take a deep breath, but it doesn’t calm me down. My hands are still shaking, and I have a burning feeling in the pit of my stomach. Drake and I are madly in love and have been for the last six months, but we still haven’t told my family about us yet. We’ve been waiting for the “right time” to break the news to them, but to be honest, I’m chicken. I keep putting it off because I’m such a coward.

But now, a baby changes everything. I have no choice other than to tell my family, but how? I place my hands on my stomach and stare down at it. I know we should have used protection, but some nights, we were so hot for each other that we forgot. Okay, that seems to keep happening, and in my heart of hearts, I know that it’s not entirely true. I wanted it bare. I love having Drake hard and raw inside, pulsing deep as he fills my sweetness, but now there are consequences. OMG, what do I do?

After all, Drake said he wants a family, but we’ve only been dating for six months. What if he isn’t ready to be a father yet? What if he was just saying that as something to happen in the future, but not now? Yet I can’t raise this baby on my own. I’m still a college student, after all, and I can’t imagine juggling studies with a newborn. Will I have to drop out?

I take another deep breath and with one last look in the mirror, turn the doorknob. I pull the heavy slab open, but the scent of the lasagna baking in the oven makes me gag. Retching painfully, I hold my stomach as I run back into the bathroom and vomit in the toilet. This must be morning sickness. I’ve heard that it can happen any time during the day, and not just in the morning.

“Jenna?” Drake calls out in a worried tone. “What’s going on?” While I’m heaving, I feel his big form fill the doorway. “What’s wrong?”

Oh gosh, I wasn’t expecting to have to tell him while my head is in a toilet. He gently rubs my back as he hands me a tissue. I wipe my mouth off, then lean against the bathroom wall with tears in my eyes. There’s no easy way to reveal the news, and I wish I had more time, but it’s now or never.

“Baby, are you sick? Do you need to go to the hospital?” he asks.

“No,” I say as I stand up. I grab a bottle of mouthwash that’s sitting on the sink and rinse my mouth out. The big man’s eyes are locked on me as he waits for me to explain my sudden bout of illness, and I sigh heavily as I stare into his eyes. “There’s something that I have to tell you.”

“Shoot, honey. What is it?” he asks.

“Maybe we should sit?” I suggest weakly.

“Sure,” he agrees as he takes my hand in his, gently pulling me out of the bathroom. His touch gives me comfort and settles my nerves, and we both take seats on the mattress. “Maybe you should lie down?”

“No, I’m okay,” I say, smiling weakly.

“Okay,” he replies. “Now, tell me what’s going on, sweetheart. How can I help?”

The gorgeous man holds both of my hands as he stares into my eyes, and suddenly tears pool in my gaze. I want to tell him, but I’m terrified. The last six months we’ve spent together have been amazing. Sure, we don’t go out much because we don’t want my family to find out, but I don’t mind hanging out at his penthouse because every moment I spend with him is magical. Telling him that I’m pregnant could shift the dynamics of our relationship forever.

“I don’t know how to say this,” I whisper as I stare down at the ground.

“Jenna,” Drake says as he places his hand underneath my chin and lifts my head. “Whatever it is, we can get through it together. I love you, and nothing will ever change that.” His reassuring words help me, and I take a deep breath.

“Well, I’m pregnant,” I announce, my voice trembling. “I’m having your baby. I just took a test in the bathroom.”

“What?” he growls, eyes widening. “Are you serious?”

I nod as my heart races. He grows quiet, and his silence makes my heart shudder. Oh God, he hates me. He’s going to tell me to get rid of the baby, and my heart will break. Suddenly, I wish I could take it all back.