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.

it?” I lean in to kiss him again but

sick a few weeks

went on antibiotics,”

can make birth control

“Maybe that’s what happened.

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

mood.” “I can't stop thinking that

We probably should’ve bought some

accurate on the box,” I

like I’m so silly for believing that

know anything until you get your period.” Another sigh leaves me and I

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

trippy shit.” “For sure,” I agree, realizing I'm

Oh well.

enjoy spending

Kissing him.

silly holiday movie about Santa’s daughter and how

Easton

he needs

a whirlwind

I lean my head against his shoulder, silently marveling at

like this forever if

wrapped up in a throw blanket, watching the movie in

it's over, Easton kisses my forehead and murmurs, “I should get you home.” “Yeah.” I don’t

drives me back to my house, my mind full of

happen if I

move

I know