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.

“What is it?” I lean in

were sick a few weeks

went on

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

“Maybe that’s what happened.

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

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

if that test is wrong? They're not one hundred percent foolproof, are they? We probably should’ve bought some other ones, just

to be pretty accurate on the box,” I reassure him, but he’s not having

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

won't know anything until you get your period.” Another sigh leaves me and

“And I can’t stop thinking about the possibility of us

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

Oh well.

enjoy spending time

Kissing him.

about Santa’s daughter and how she’s helping a small

yet Easton

he needs

whirlwind of emotions

exhausted, and I lean my head against his shoulder, silently marveling at how

could sit like this forever

wrapped up in a throw blanket,

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

to my house,

happen if I was actually

move

I know he'd take care