Chapter 49

49 CONFIRMED

ABBY

I wake up earlier than usual. Seb is already in his gym. After kissing me good night last night, he didn’t bother me anymore. I still slept in his arms, though. I want to make love with him, but he still thinks that I have my period. I feel so guilty for lying and for not letting him make love to me. That was the first night that we just end up sleeping without having sex.

I use the remaining pregnancy test when I pee—it has the same result.

I am pregnant.

My stomach twists and I want to cry right, but I feel happy at the same time. Maybe this is the pregnancy hormone. I’m having a mood swing.

I find the best OB-GYNE online and ask for an appointment. I’m lucky that I get it today. I feel excited that I may be pregnant. I remember my mom’s disease. She had ovarian cancer. Is it also possible that I can acquire it too? Is it hereditary? Why didn’t It come to my mind before? Maybe there is a possibility that it will come later in my life.

I drive to the clinic for my appointment alone and I don’t like clinics or hospitals. They remind me of a lot of things. This is the first time that I come on my own free will.

When the receptionist Marie confirms my appointment, she gives me a form to fill up. It’s kinda weird to check the married box and write my husband’s name. Jeez, I’m married and soon to be a mother, and Sebastian doesn’t have any idea that I’m carrying his child. It feels sad though that I’m going to hear the news alone. Crap. This hormone is driving me insane.

After I fill the necessary information and give back the form to her, then she told me that she’s going to call my name when it’s my turn.

I wait. A few minutes later, my name is called. “Mrs. Abbygail Hughes?”

I raise my hand. My heart flutters, and I release a huge breath before I follow her.

“Mrs. Abbygail Hughes, I’m Dr. Linda Warren, your Obstetrician, have a seat, dear.”

I sit after shaking her hands with my doctor. She’s in her late forties.

“The information you give us, you confirm that this was the last day of your menstrual period, right?” She mentions the information I wrote in the form. I nod.

“And you’re on a pill, as prescribed by your gynecologist.”

I nod again, and I can’t just form a word.

“I don’t bite, darling. I’d like to hear your voice.” She smiles. “I know first-time mom-to-be sometimes it’s terrifying. So, you found out that you missed your period then confirmed by using a home pregnancy test, right?”

I feel nervous all of a sudden. “ Yeah. I checked it twice. I mean two days in a row with twelve pregnancy tests just to confirm it.” I chuckle nervously.

She laughs with her assistant.

“It’s okay, dear. There’s a little chance, at least a 1% chance of getting pregnant while on a pill, let us do ultrasonography to confirm your pregnancy.”

I swallow hard. “Okay. Sorry, I’m just a little bit nervous.”

She gives me an encouraging smile. “Dear, it’s normal to get nervous, especially this is your first pregnancy.”

I jerk when she put the probe with lubricant on my lower abdomen—it’s cold. She presses and locates my uterus, and she lets me look at the monitor. “You’re pregnant, Abbygail, seven weeks and three days to be exact. That little peanut size over there is your baby.”

I stare at the peanut size in awe, and I’m also terrified. I feel the tears start forming in my eyes out of excitement that I’m going to be a mother, but it makes me feel sad that if I’ tell Sebastian, and won’t like and disagree or worse, he let me get rid of my baby. We just get married two months ago, and here I am already pregnant.

After Dr. Warren gives me prenatal vitamins and some advice, she tells me when is my next appointment.

My phone rings when I reach my car, and it’s Sebastian.

My heart hammers when I answer it. “Baby, where are you?”

Crap. What should I say?

“Um, I ah, just driving around. Got bored at home. I might stop and get ice cream.”

Shit, he can’t know where I am. If he checks my phone’s location, I’m going to be doomed.

“Baby, you have tons of ice cream here at home.” Jeez, he’s annoying sometimes and overprotective.

“Sebastian, can’t I just go out without you questioning my whereabouts? It’s not like I’m gonna be fucking some dude when I go out. I know I have tons of ice cream at home, but I want to breathe some air, eat in the park, and feed some ducks.” I roll my eyes. Okay, that was out of line. I sigh and regret it.

“Baby, you can at least leave me a text—”

I cut him off. “Did you not tell me that you hate texting?”

Ugh! I want to pull my hair out of frustrations.

“Baby, calm down. I got home early, and I can’t find you anywhere. You didn’t leave a note either.” I close my eyes again to relax.

“Why would I leave you a note when I always get home before you. I didn’t expect you’re going home early. You should be the one texting me if you’re early.” I start my car.

“Yeah, about that. We’re leaving in two hours.” He’s still calm. I admire his patience in me, and I’m abusing it. “I was planning to take you to our beach house just two-hour drive from here. It’s near our home. I thought I could spend the weekend with you. You’ve been moody lately, and I thought maybe you’re under stress, and you could relax a bit away from the city. You know I still owe you a honeymoon.”

Crap. My lie is not going to last long. He will eventually figure this out. What if I puke in front of him? I can’t just tell him all the time that I eat something that upset my stomach, or I have a stomach bug. I feel guiltier.

“I’ll be home. I’m driving. Can you hang up now?” I wipe my tears. My emotions are everywhere. He ends the call without even I love yous and goodbyes. I stop at the nearest pharmacy to buy my vitamins and antiemetics before I head my way home.

“Babe, I’m home.” I find him zipping his bag. He stops working and walks to me.

“Why so upset lately, baby? I know you get bored here at home. That’s why I plan on this. I’m not angry when you’re going out and meet your friends or go shopping or do like every girl enjoys. You can’t stop me from worrying about you. I almost lost you, Abbygail. I want you to enjoy it. And I never thought of you fucking some dude every time you went outside. I want to spend a weekend with you alone before the school semester starts.”

Why does he have to be so nice? This is killing me. This secret is killing me. He kisses me as if his life depends on it, and I kiss him back and bury my recent problem for a while. I need to enjoy this weekend. This can be my last weekend with him before he figures it out.

He presses me against the closet and grinds his erection on me. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, and I feel the friction, and I’m instantly wet and so aroused. I slide my tongue into his mouth and taste him. He sucks my tongue, and I moan. He breaks the kiss and kisses my chin and runs his tongue down my neck and sucks my pulsating vein.

“I want you now, babe, please?”

He puts me down, and he catches me before I fall. My legs wobble for being so turn-on. He raises my skirt while I unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants, pushing down his pants with his boxers. He’s so hard and holds and stroke him a few times. He pushes down my now soaked panties.

“Why did you lie to me, baby?” he inserts his fingers on me and presses my sensitive nub with his thumb, and I throw my head back.

“Babe, you assumed, and I nodded. Please, inside me now Sebastian. We have to leave soon and spend a weekend at the beach.” One lie to go. Good job, Abby.

I step out of my panties and kick it away. He chuckles as he positions himself, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He thrusts into me hard, the closet shakes, the sound of the banging of door echoes in the room.

He moves us away from the closet.

I stop him. “Don’t bring me to bed. I want you to fuck me here.”

He presses his forehead against me. “I’ve no plan taking you there.” He kisses me hard and wet, and I feel something cold in my butt. He let me lie down on the closet island. He unbuttons my blouse and unhooks my bra.

“Your tits are so gorgeous.” He cups them and rolls my nipples with his fingers, and I instantly writhe as he watches me. “ So sensitive too.” He thrusts inside me roughly, but slowly without warning.

“Oh, god, babe, faster.” He does as I tell him.

I can hear the slapping sound of our skin. I can see the beads of sweat forming on his forehead, and then he presses his thumb on my nub, but it’s not enough as the pressure and pleasure build in me, and it’s forming into molten lava ready to explode. I grab his butt and press him closer even we’re skin to skin. I need more. I want more.

“Oh, god, babe. Sebastian—” I bite my lip to avoid screaming. This pregnancy hormone is making me insanely horny.

“Let go, my love. Let’s come together.”

I grab his butt, and he thrusts in hard, presses, and stays like that for a while, and I can feel his head in my cervix, and he groans louder.

“Sebastian!”

He throws his head back, and I arch my spine mine, and I explode, and he shudders.

“Abbygail!” He falls into me, still shuddering.

I run my fingers through his hair. “Babe, we have to pack.”

He just hmm.

“Babe, don’t fall sleep on me.”

Hmm again.

“Babe, I hate you right now.”

He chuckles. “As if I believe you.”

“Oh, now you can talk.”

He kisses my abdomen, and I stiffen, He raises his head and looks up to me. “You okay?” I look down at him.

Why does he have to be so sweet and beautiful? “Never been better. When I’m with you, it feels perfect.”

“I think Trix bought you some sunscreen lotion,” he says while packing some of his toiletries.

“On it. I’ll kick Trix’s ass when we come back. I can’t believe the swimsuits she bought for me won’t even cover my front, what more my butt.” I hear him chuckle.

“Wear it. You have a gorgeous body. Show it to me, and it’s just us. I gave Lincoln an off. You can even swim naked or suntan yourself, but I’m afraid some paps will take pictures of you.” He grins.

I wrinkle my nose. “I’m not used to wearing like this. This is so skimpy.” I bite my lip, and he walks toward me.

“Wear for me, baby, and stop biting your lip, or I will take you again.”

He kisses my lips and bites my lower lip, and I moan. “Hmm. You’re irresistible, wife. Now, continue packing.”

We leave immediately after we’re done the packing. Sebastian drives his Mercedez SLS. After an hour we’re outside the city, he presses some FM station until he stops in an alternative genre. He starts singing along with the song on the radio. I don’t know he can sing. He’s tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he follows the strumming of a guitar.

“Wow, you can sing. You never told me. Is there something else that should know about you, Sebastian? What talent do you have there that surprises me more?”

He looks at me then to the road and smiles—the sweetest smile, and his dimples appear that melts my panties. He’s just so beautiful.

“You didn’t ask. I can’t just tell you, you know wife, I can sing.” He laughs. “We had a garage band during high school days. I play guitar, and I’m the lead vocal. I also play piano,” he explains.

When the next song plays, he continues tapping his fingers, and I know this song. A soundtrack of The City of Angels.

“This is for you baby,” Then he starts singing.

Before he can continue, I meltdown and cry like a stupid. I sniff and wipe my tears.

He stops the car. I’m ruining this getaway. “ Baby, why are you crying?” He unbuckles his seatbelt and kisses my lips, my eyes, and my nose, and wipes my tears. “Did I just make you cry? I just wanna sing for you. That’s all.” He looks so worried, and I’m such an idiot.

“Sorry. I love the way you sing for me, and I guess because nobody sings for me before. I’m glad you did it. I love it. I’m just so emotional lately, especially with this, and these things going on.” I freeze, Oh, my God! Kill me now.

“What’s going on, Abby? What do you mean by these things going on?”

Crap. Crap.

My eyes almost pop out from my head. I swallow hard. He’s still waiting for me with his eyebrows furrow.

“Just being so emotional, and you know. After what happened, you’re still here for me despite my past. Then here you are, you just give me this surprise trip to your beach house. I guess I just didn’t expect you to do this.” I play with my fingers, and I can’t look at him straight in the eyes.

“Please, don’t cry. You know I will you the world, Abbygail. I wanna make you happy and see you smile, not to make you cry. I always made you cry these days, and it’s upsetting. I’m running out of options, and it’s— it hurts, baby. That I still see you crying.” He swallows hard. “I don’t know what to do.”

I cup his face, kiss his lips, his nose, and his chin. “I love every little thing you did to me. I love every big thing you did to me too. I love you, Sebastian. No matter what happens between us, I will always love you with every breath I take. Remember that.”

He kisses me again. “I know, Abbygail. Now, are you ready to enjoy our weekend?”

“Always ready for you.”