by Sylvia Fox
It was during the break that I realized I’d missed my period.
I attributed it to school and travel stress, but John and I had been fucking constantly, and prudence always took a back seat to lust.
A pregnancy test upon returning to campus confirmed my suspicion. I made Alexa read it first, and her way of telling me the result was classic Alexa.
“Looks like I’ll need a new roommate next year. You’re going to need my side of the room for the nursery.”
We laughed and cried, hugged and danced, and I didn’t get truly nervous until I had to tell John.
He’d prepared a delicious salmon dish, and he noticed that although I was eating as normal, I hadn’t touched my wine, going for water instead.
“Don’t you like the wine, Princess?” he asked, between bites.
“I’m sure I’d love it. You’re a genius when it comes to pairing wine with food. But I can’t drink it.” I sighed, so nervous. “I didn’t know how to tell you this, but maybe this is divine providence. John, I’m pregnant.”
He chewed slowly, inhaled deeply, and wiped his mouth with his napkin. Without saying a word, he got up and left the room. I was terrified.
He returned with a smile in his eyes, dropping to one knee before me.
“Josephine Isabelle Faulkner, in a life filled with adventure, glory, and good fortune, will you bless me with the happiest and luckiest moment of my life, by agreeing to spend the rest of yours with me?”
He produced a ring, a beautiful diamond in a simple platinum setting.
I was too stunned and overjoyed to reply, so he asked again, in simpler terms. “Will you marry me?”
Through tear-filled laughter, I fell into his arms. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, I’ll never stop saying yes to you, John! I love you so much!”
His idea of celebrating our engagement was going down on me for what seemed like hours that night. I’m not sure which part made Alexa more jealous; the rock or the orgasms.
All that remained was facing my folks, and that very weekend, John drove me home for a surprise visit.
Mom and Dad were both home, puttering about loading the dishwasher after their Friday night meatloaf when we pulled in the driveway. I was conflicted as to how they’d respond. I could see it going either way; John would either be welcomed into the family with open arms or he’d be leaving our property in an ambulance.
I walked around to the back of the house, letting myself in, startling my poor mother in the process. They were a little confused, but excited to find the two of us there together, and we broke the news after Dad and John went out to the garage to select a beer from the refrigerator filled with bottles my dad had acquired from microbreweries for the holidays.
They came back in with two bottles of a lager from Maine that my dad had recently discovered and fallen in love with.
“To what do we owe this unexpected visit?” my dad asked. “I need something to toast to, what’ll it be?”
John took the lead, reaching over and taking my hand in his. “Bob, Wendy, we have news.”
My parents looked understandably puzzled, even more by the word “we” than by John holding my hand, it seemed.
“You’re going to be grandparents. I know this is all very strange, and it surprises me most of all, but Josephine and I have fallen in love. I’ve asked her to marry me. I should have asked you first, but things moved very quickly, and I feel toward and about her like I never have for anyone in my life. So, after asking her, unfortunately, I’ve come here to ask you for your daughter’s hand in marriage. But I also understand if you’d rather… hurt me.” John looked at my father nervously. Dad stood stone faced.
My parents were silent, and my mother reached over and pulled the bottle from my dad’s hand and took a long pull on his beer.
They looked at each other with searching expressions, as if they expected to find the answer written on the other’s face.
My dad got up and walked out to the garage, and I feared he was going to return with a baseball bat. Instead, he carried a third bottle of beer and a bottle of apple juice.
He sat back down and opened both bottles, making sure all four of us had a drink. He wiped tears from his cheek and lifted his beer.
“I can’t think of anything better to toast to than two of the people I love most in the world finding happiness together. Joey, if you can make this old man across the table from me half as happy as your momma has made me, he’ll be a lucky man, indeed. And you, John, you take care of my little girl. I don’t have to remind you that we were roommates at Moultrie, and I know where you’ve buried all the bodies.”
I was shocked. It wasn’t what I’d expected.
But that’s how it always seemed to be with the Professor.
We all laughed at Dad’s macabre sense of humor, and we spent the evening explaining how we’d come to fall so quickly and deeply in love, leaving out, of course, the sordid details.
Spring Break is going to be involve a hastily-planned wedding, before I show too much.
Alexa was pissed that I was bailing on her and our planned trip to Panama City Beach, but I got a better offer. A Hawaiian honeymoon (and babymoon). Cliché, but I can’t wait.
Josephine Isabelle Hardwicke.
Maybe one day Doctor Josephine Hardwicke.
After all, it seemed all my dreams were coming true. Why not another?
THE END
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My dad’s best friend Colt is hot as sin. Like, late night vibe-fest kind of hot. Sure, he’s older, but that doesn’t matter one little bit because Colt Barrett is a man that deserves his own classification. Older. Younger. He transcends it all. He’s one hell of a man and my attraction to him was inevitable the minute I became woman enough to notice.
An early snowstorm traps us alone together in my parents’ house over Thanksgiving and the heat between us is more than either of us can handle. It should all work out just fine, right? I mean, we’re both adults and my parents don’t have to know anything about our little affair.
Until I get pregnant. All I want is a happily ever after with the man of my dreams. It could all be mine as long as my dad doesn’t kill him first.
I’ve had my eyes on my best friend’s dad for years. Brett’s a pilot, but beyond that, he’s all man.
I’m saving myself for him … even though my fantasies may never be realized. I get off to the idea of us so many times — I’m literally aching for his touch.
But then I need a ride home for Thanksgiving break … and Brett’s in town with his plane.
I finally have a chance to see his cockpit … and damn if I’m not hoping to join the mile high club with this pilot.
I’ll let him fly me anywhere … I just hope he wants to take me away.