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.

lean in to kiss him again but he averts his

were sick a few weeks

on antibiotics,”

can make birth control less effective.” His gaze locks

“Maybe that’s what happened.

A sigh leaves me as I crawl off his lap and

the mood.” “I can't stop thinking

one hundred percent foolproof, are they? We probably should’ve bought some other ones, just in

the box,” I reassure him,

a look, like

your period.” Another sigh leaves me and

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

some trippy shit.” “For sure,” I agree, realizing

Oh well.

spending time

Kissing him.

a silly holiday movie about Santa’s daughter and how she’s helping a

corny yet Easton is

needs

been a whirlwind of

shoulder, silently marveling at how warm and solid

sit like this forever if he’d

a throw

“I should get you home.” “Yeah.” I don’t

back to my house, my mind full of crazy

what would happen if I was

move

family has lots of money and I know he'd take