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.

thought.” “What is it?” I lean in

sick a

on antibiotics,”

heard that can make birth control less effective.” His gaze locks with

“Maybe that’s what happened.

leaves me as I crawl off his lap and fall onto the couch, sitting right next to

ruining the mood.” “I can't stop thinking

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

box,” I reassure him,

me a look, like I’m so silly for

period.” Another sigh leaves me and I cross my

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 not

Oh well.

enjoy spending time with

Kissing him.

movie about Santa’s daughter and how she’s helping a small town find the magic

corny yet Easton

he needs

been a whirlwind of emotions

against his shoulder, silently marveling at how

this

throw blanket, watching the movie in

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

drives me back to my house,

what would happen if I was

could move in

know he'd take care