Page 17 of Pregnant By the Playboy

While he had his fingers inside me.

Yeah, that was me.

I rarely have such experiences, but now I’ve got some very hot memories to pull up when I use my vibrator.

Life proceeds more or less as usual...until it doesn’t.

My cycles have always been fairly regular. I can predict when I’ll get my period, plus or minus a day.

When I’m two days late, I start to worry.

When I’m three days late, I buy a pregnancy test.

I pee on the stick first thing the next morning and wait two minutes, like it says.

I’ve taken pregnancy tests before. The first time, I wasn’t pregnant. I got my period the next day; I was probably late because I was worried about my exams.

The second time, I was pregnant.

The third time, I wasn’t pregnant.

And this time...

Oh dear God, I’m pregnant.

Chapter 7

Marissa

I’m pregnant and Vince Fong is the father.

I let out a burst of unhinged laughter.

No, this can’t be happening. We used condoms every time. We had no problems with them breaking or slipping off. Yes, there was a bit of booze and pot that weekend, but I had my wits about me the whole time.

Does he have some kind of super sperm?

Last time, it wasn’t like this at all. I had a serious boyfriend, and we’d stopped using condoms because I was on the pill. But then I got sick and had to take antibiotics, which apparently can affect the efficacy of the pill.

Nobody told me, and I got pregnant.

I never considered keeping it. I’d just started my last year of undergrad and was not in a place to have a baby. Sanjay was supportive of my decision.

I don’t regret that abortion, not one bit. If I hadn’t terminated the pregnancy, I’d have a teenager now.

Denial won’t get me anywhere; I have to accept it. The chance of a false positive is very low.

I am pregnant.

And I’m not with the father.

As a woman who grew up with a single parent, the one thing I desperately want for my kid is two loving parents, as well as some level of financial security.

I can’t keep this pregnancy. I’ll have an abortion like last time. No big deal.

Except it doesn’t sit right with me.

I drop to the edge of the bathtub, head in my hands.