You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Harper

 I’m light for the rest of the night, like a dark cloud has been lifted and all I can feel is warm sunshine.

Easton warns me at one point that the chance I could still be pregnant is possible but I can't even let that thought enter my brain.

Nope.

I’m not pregnant.

I took two tests proving exactly that.

Feeling impulsive, I attack Easton in the living room, straddling him as he’s trying to watch some corny Christmas movie on the Hallmark Channel.

My boyfriend, the secret romantic? Yes, it's possible.

“Babe, come on.

I need to know if this chick is the real daughter of Santa,” he says, his hands resting loosely on my hips as he looks around me so he can stare at the TV.

“Forget that chick.

She’s not Santa’s daughter,” I tell him, grabbing him by the shoulders and leaning in so I can give him a long, tongue filled kiss.

We come up for air a few minutes later, his hair a mess thanks to my hands and his fingers cupped firmly around my left tit, his arm tunneled beneath my sweater.

“How do you know?” I roll my eyes.

“I watched the movie with my mom last week.” We kiss some more, until I'm basically dry humping him and he’s helping me along, his hands firm on my hips as he shifts me back and forth over his erection.

I pull away slightly, my fingers seeking when he tries to wrench away from me.

“What are you doing?” I ask, exasperated.

had a thought.” “What is it?” I lean in

were sick a

went on antibiotics,”

“I've heard that can make birth control less effective.” His

“Maybe that’s what happened.

crawl off his lap and fall onto the couch, sitting right

the mood.” “I can't stop thinking that you might be really

is wrong? They're not one hundred percent foolproof, are they? We probably should’ve bought some other ones, just in case,” he says absently, his gaze growing distant, as if he’s lost in

the box,” I reassure

a look, like I’m so silly for believing that we're in

you get your period.” Another

mood.” “And I can’t stop thinking about the possibility of us having a baby.” He shakes his

I agree, realizing

Oh well.

enjoy spending time

Kissing him.

and how

Easton is

needs

whirlwind of

his shoulder, silently marveling at how warm and solid

could sit like this

a throw blanket, watching the movie

over, Easton kisses my forehead and murmurs, “I should get you

drives me back to my house, my mind full of

what would happen if I was actually

move

lots of money and I know he'd take care of me