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.

a thought.” “What is it?” I lean in to kiss him

sick a

went on antibiotics,”

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

“Maybe that’s what happened.

as I crawl off his lap and fall

stop thinking that

if that test 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

on the box,” I

like I’m so silly for believing that we're

period.” Another sigh leaves me and

can’t stop thinking about the possibility of us

trippy shit.” “For sure,” I agree, realizing I'm not going to get what I

Oh well.

spending time with

Kissing him.

get into a silly holiday movie about Santa’s daughter and how she’s helping a small town

Easton is enjoying

he needs

a whirlwind of emotions

against his shoulder, silently marveling at how warm

like this forever if he’d

up in a throw blanket, watching the movie in

should

to my house, my mind full of

happen if I was actually

could move

of money and I know he'd take care