All Too Late

Kathleen was having a fitful sleep when she was awoken by a bitingly cold presence.

Her gaze landed on Samuel, who was standing by her bed.

She was overcome with nerves and disbelief that he had actually returned.

Samuel regarded the squeamish Kathleen in an icily condescending manner. “You’re pregnant?”

“No. Who told you that? Do you deny the lab test results?” Kathleen bit back as she worried her bottom lip.

“Then what is it that you’re looking at?” retorted Samuel as he pointed at the tablet.

Kathleen pursed her lips. “I had promised to help Gemma out tomorrow by volunteering at a charity home advocating for autistic children. Do you find fault in me doing some background research beforehand?”

That managed to convince Samuel.

“What time will you be leaving tomorrow?” asked Samuel dispassionately.

“I plan to reach by ten o’clock.”

Kathleen secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

That was a close call. Her pregnancy was almost revealed.

“Are you certain you’re not pregnant?” Samuel reiterated.

“Of course. When have I skipped my birth control pills?” deadpanned Kathleen.

“That trip to the hot springs two months prior.” Samuel could still recall it vividly.

Well, that was true indeed.

Kathleen had decided to head to the hot springs on a whim while Samuel had been there on a job inspection. Neither she nor Samuel had an inkling that either party would be present, yet both had met out of sheer coincidence.

It had only taken Samuel one look at Kathleen, enticingly flushed and bundled up in a bathrobe, for him to ravish her completely in his room.

In the heat of the moment, Samuel had forgotten to bring along his condoms.

He rarely used them, as a matter of fact, and relied on Kathleen’s regular intake of morning-after pills.

After their night together, he had urged Kathleen to take her pills on time and hastily left for work.

Kathleen was so wrung out after the night’s exertions that she failed to act on it immediately.

She had brushed off the reminder since she wasn’t ovulating and promptly forgotten all about it.

times they slept together. Hence, she did not see

in her womb, and

was taking my plan B pills the last time,” explained

proceeded to retrieve a box of morning-after pills

“Fine, I trust you. You haven’t been

men I meet won’t let me suffer through this, unlike

Samuel was incensed.

Still, it is true that Kathleen often

proper contraceptive measures, would you prefer to be as

a man were to truly love me,

man

full of yourself that your opinions are skewed. I swear I’ll prove it to you by finding a good man

when I say that such men are a mere figment of your

What is so bad about me anyway? Kathleen is given ample money to spend.

can’t believe my poor luck to have met

fated

Curse my rotten luck. I must have been utterly

been lust-addled to have pined

Samuel huffed in displeasure.

that something

had inexplicably become more prone to losing

it could be that her

space between her eyebrows,

to flop onto the bed, pull

Samuel grimaced.

anger then promptly snooze off like nobody’s business. She would not have dared to do so in the

quick wit in switching

wouldn’t have proposed to take them right before Samuel

eventually drifted off and

glacial gaze was pinned on

of it. How am I not a

defined by his actions in not

condom from

bed and turned to his side, taking in

peach and slept as soundly as an endearing

everyone seems drawn to her. Especially Christopher. The way he looks at Kathleen does not belong to that of an ordinary

of that did not sit well with Samuel, and he was compelled to wrap Kathleen in his embrace to soothe

scum!” Kathleen shrieked as she struggled to

dismay at the commotion,

you. I’m going to find someone else whom