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Just before I worry we'll crash when I come, instinct kicks in, and my wings flap involuntarily. Gwen freezes where she's pressing against me, mouth and eyes wide open. Her cunt convulses around me and I can no longer resist. With demanding hands, I slide her back, holding her exactly in place where I need her.

Waves of pleasure explode through me, ricocheting along my limbs in the longest orgasm I've ever had. My eyes fly open, and my vision narrows to Gwen, my mate, soon to be the mother of my child, my everything.

Chapter eleven

Gwen

Theclockonthewall says it’s four, so I don’t have too long to wait for Gabe to be up. Longer than if it was winter though. Fucking sun. I swear, I spend way too much time in my life waiting for Gabe to wake up and I’m constantly conscious of how much time he misses in his stone sleep. He doesn’t have a choice, but it’s always made me sad for him. I could have sworn that his mom stayed up through the day sometimes, but maybe my memory is off.

As I lay there, I realize that I need to pee. The morning light of my window shines on him, his wings tucked into his back, and I love how his arm is thrown out over my side of the bed. You can see exactly where I fit.

I’m grateful for my smartphone, because I take it out and snap a picture. I don’t ever want to forget this moment. I don’t ever want to forget this image of Gabe, and how soft he looks while he is literal stone in my bed. After taking a few pictures, I notice that I have some new messages on my phone.

Hayley: Gwen, check your porch. A little raccoon dropped something off. ;)

Okay? I’m unsure what she’s talking about, considering I don’t have a porch, she could mean the front door to the shop, or rooftop where Gabe and I hang out, or the back door to the shop. Thankfully, it’s the first, because there is a package sitting on my welcome mat. It’s in a brown paper bag that looks a little bit worse for wear, and it’s pretty light. When I pick it up, I find some pregnancy tests inside. Along with a note:

Gwen, you are probably close to being able to test, letme know the results.us know the results (me and Sydney).

I smile, because she’s an absolute goofball. It still feels too early to test, but I suppose the sooner we know things the better. I sneak into my room and into the bathroom and honestly, I have no idea why I’m sneaking, because it’s not like I’m going to wake up Gabe… but sometimes these things don’t exactly make sense.

I open the box and read the directions. This is nothing like the pee on a stick scenarios that I have seen on movies or TV. There is a little cup and a dropper and you like suck some up and drop it on the test. I have peed in a cup at the doctor's office plenty of times, so maybe this is less complicated. Aiming for a stick might be way harder. There’s also like twelve of them in the bag, so, I don’t know if Hayley expected to be trying for a long time or if she expectedmeto be trying for a long time, but I’m well stocked either way.

I pee in the cup and use the dropper to start the test like a boss bitch scientist, and begin my wait. It says it’s going to take fifteen minutes, so I decide to hop in for a quick shower. When I’m out, I check the test and squint because it’salmostlike I can see two lines, but I’m not sure. Surely if it’s this faint, it doesn’t mean anything. I open my phone and text the chat a picture.

It looks like it’s a no.

Sydney and Hayley must both be up because they both respond really quickly.

Hayley: I don’t know, I feel like I can see a faint line there.

Sydney: A line is a line girl, your eggo is preggo.

A line is a line? It’s barely there!

Hayley: Yeah, mine was even lighter when I first tested. But it’ll get darker over the next few days.

Sydney: You either have HGC in your system, or you don’t. So, unless you have cancer, it means you’re pregnant.

It’s shortly followed by my same picture that she has photo manipulated. There’s a couple copies, in the first one, it looks like she’s messed with the contrast and drawn a little arrow pointing at the line. In the next one she has inverted the colors, and it’s even more obvious.

Well, look at that.

I guess I’m pregnant then.

Hayley: Congratulations!

Sydney: Congratulations!

I stare down at the test in my hand, and my other creeps to rest on my belly. My breath quickens, and my vision blurs as I feel the telltale sting and tightness in my throat that means I’m about to cry. Emotions whip through me, faster than I can name them, to the point that I wonder if there is anything to me except emotion.

I’m relieved and elated and terrified and nervous and in love, and it all combines into confusion. My hands are shaking. I drop the phone and test on the counter and hang my head. I’m overwhelmed by how badly I want this baby, about how much I already love this baby, and yet my own words echo back at me.

“What is a good idea? A perfect quiet little life raising the baby I’ve always wanted with my best friend who has never let me down."

I don't know how to navigate this, because even though everything seemed so clear before—and it still is—I’m realizing that there is a new tone to what I can see. I can see Gabe and I, loving and parenting this child together. I can see how easy and intuitive it will be, how this baby will never need to worry if it’s loved. But then, it gets muddled.

Because now, there’s two futures. In one, Gabe and I are in love. We’re together and we’re happy, and it only serves to bring more joy to our family.