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 to kiss him again but he averts

a

went on antibiotics,”

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

“Maybe that’s what happened.

maybe you’ re actually pregnant.” A sigh leaves me as I crawl off his lap and fall onto the

stop thinking

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

on the box,” I reassure

He sends me a look, like I’m so silly

anything until you get your period.” Another

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

“For sure,” I agree, realizing I'm not going

Oh well.

spending

Kissing him.

get into a silly holiday movie about Santa’s daughter and how she’s helping a small town find the magic of Christmas

yet Easton

needs the

whirlwind of

my head against his shoulder, silently marveling at

like this

in a throw blanket, watching

forehead and murmurs, “I should get you home.” “Yeah.” I don’t

house, my mind full of crazy

would happen if

could move

and I know he'd take care