Pregnant with the Bad Boy

16

“Are you okay babe?” He was still panting as he released me slowly and I looked up at his worried face mixing with ecstasy as I shook my head wearily.

“I think this has been the best s*x we've had so far.” My eyes were wild after the orgasm and all the emotions that had come with him saying I was his, that had probably been the best part.

He pulled me up relieved and turned me towards him, I knew he was afraid I would think he had gone too far.

“You're full of surprises Miss Thompson.” He slowly drew his hand over my arm with the crack in it and I immediately saw the anguish that crossed his face, I put my hand on his and looked reassuringly up into his regretful eyes.

“It was fine, I promise.” He didn't seem to believe me as I put my arms around him comfortingly, he burrowed into my hair and I slowly pulled over his back, that had been one of the best things I had been through so far and he thought I cared about the crack in his arm, I had barely felt it.

“Baby, how am I supposed to make you understand that I loved it, all of it.” I got chills just thinking about how he had dominated me, every bit of the s*x.

I had grabbed his head now with my hands and we looked honestly at each other after what we had just done.

He smiled at me calling him baby, it was something I was trying to get used to myself but right now it felt like I'd never said anything else to him.

“Promise me that if it ever gets to be too much, you'll let me know, I don't give a s**t if I'm about to come, you let me know, okay?” He looked pleading and I nodded quickly, leaning my head against his.

“You said things too.” I smiled shyly even though I was closing my eyes now and his voice warmed up at once as he laughed.

“I didn't say anything that wasn't true.” He kissed me now and I opened my eyes fluttering with the love I felt for him.

“Dylan... I like you, like really like you… you know...?” I swallowed hard as his face looked calmly at me, and I felt the panic creep into me, would he say it was too soon, that he needed more space before he made up his mind.

“Jennifer. I really like you to, like, like.” His voice was so calm in comparison to my shaky one and I sobbed in relief, it had been hard, more than I had thought to walk around and be in love with someone without knowing what they felt back.

“Why are you crying?” His voice had laughter in it as I leaned against his shoulder and exhaled.

“Because I'm happy.” That was all I needed to say right now. I felt like the happiest woman in the world sitting here with the man of her dreams.

“Good.” He smiled now even though I couldn't see him, and he tightened his arms around me, here we were confessing our feelings behind an old shed, yet I couldn't think of anything more romantic.

“Shall we go home?” He said the words so lightly it fluttered to my chest, I pulled away from his embrace and looked at his confident smile that went all the way up into his glistening eyes.

“Home?” I looked at him confused, I wanted him to mean his home, that he wanted me there, but I didn't dare hope, we hadn't been together long enough for me to assume things anyway.

“Yes home, didn't you say you wanted to live with me?” he laughed at my confusion as I nodded and he tightened the flannel and tied it around my waist, I giggled at his solution to probably save his car from getting his ejaculate on the seat after it ran down my legs still, his eyes looked at it approvingly and I understood that he thought it was sexy to c*m in me, I just rolled my eyes at his approving look.

He took my hand and helped me into the car, I looked around quickly there was luckily not a soul around, as damn nice and sexy as it had been I didn't want to be caught by anyone.

“I have to get my stuff; I can't stand another night of sleeping in this dress.” He looked at me amused and started the car again.

“I like it on you.” He laughed as I scowled at him to spin off on the old dirt road and quickly turned and drove back towards the Thompson farm.

“You f*****g maniac!” I held my hand dramatically over my heart and widened my eyes at his gaping laughter as he shifted regularly and looked at the empty road.

“I'm your maniac, don't you forget it.” he quickly winked at me as I sighed and rolled my eyes though I couldn't resist being drawn into his joy.

What a couple we were, if someone had said a week ago that I had sat here with him and confessed my love I would have laughed in their face.

He took my hand and I smiled warmly as we drove in silence away to the farm, there was no one home, just as Mandy had said.

“Do you want me to come with you?” I nodded as he turned off and got out of the car, I slowly got out of the truck and slowly took the steps up the stairs to the old family farm, why did I feel so wistful suddenly? I had gotten everything I had wanted but my hand which was safely in Dylan's.

“Come on, babe.” He pulled me along and I was grateful he was with me, I just wanted to grab my stuff and go, which wasn't much really.

We went straight to my room, and he helped me pull out the suitcases I had stuffed under the bed, and I quickly put my clothes down, the ones I had left here and quickly put them down without folding and retrieved the toiletry bag in the bathroom, I had already done all this once so why did it feel so sad this time? I put the toiletries in the bag and sank down on my old folding bed and stared blankly ahead, stop it! I said sharply to myself in my head as he came and put his arm around me, and I leaned against his chest and cried, he didn't say anything but just held me, I was too ridiculous, mum would come back but why did I feel like I wouldn't?

“I'm sorry...” I quickly wiped the tears away and he stroked me over the head and kissed my head.

“For what, you're moving out of your childhood home, I understand it's hard.” He pulled me closer as I cried again, why did he get me so quickly? I looked up at him gratefully and smiled even though I was crying.

blinked away the last tears and he ran his thumb over my arm and smiled secretly.

“Let me know when you're ready Jen, I'm waiting.” He kissed me on the head again and I sucked in air so it filled my lungs completely.

“I'm ready.” He let me go and I stood up and picked up what I wanted to bring, I left everything that belonged to my past, old prizes and stuffed animals, I was an adult now and I looked around the room one last time as he closed the bags and carried them out of the room and down the stairs.

I turned off the light, closed the door and walked out.

He stood leaning against the car as I stepped out of the doors and closed them behind me, locked them and put the key under the doormat.

I walked the last few steps towards him, it was getting close to sunset, and he was bathed in the last rays like a revelation, I drew in my breath at how much I loved him as he just stood there and was there for me, not caring about anything else or what anyone else thought.

I didn't deserve him. I shook off the sad feelings and walked towards him who was my future, and he took my hand and kissed it tenderly.

“My beautiful girl.” He pulled me close to him quickly and I blushed of course at his words as he pulled my hair out of my face and looked at me honestly.

I looked at him just as admiringly and he smiled wider the smug bastard, I laughed at his smile and walked to the car door and looked one last time at the Thompson farm, I hoped I would walk its halls again.

“Jen?” I climbed into the truck, and he drove in silence, it felt like we were different all of a sudden, like we both realized we were serious, before it had just been fun and games, this was for real.

“What are you thinking about?” I looked curiously at his face as he drove habitually in the darkness that had settled, I disliked driving in the dark, and to be honest I didn't mind being a passenger since I'd crashed.

“I’m thinking about us. He was honest as usual and got a nervous lump in my throat from his answer, how could he still make me nervous about what he felt and thought, he had said he really liked me, wasn't that enough for me?

“Just good things, I hope?” My voice betrayed me as he laughed half amusedly half mockingly at me, and I punched him playfully on the arm in retaliation.

“Jennifer, we both know that you and I haven't just had good times.” He called me by my full name, he was serious in other words.

“But that's one of the things I love about you. You're feisty and you love to argue and you're not afraid to speak your mind to anyone, or to me.”  His voice was strained now and I looked at him dumbly, had he just said he loved me or?!

“Dylan?” I was barely breathing anymore, and I leaned back in the chair exhausted, I thought I was going too fast, but he won me over by miles.

“I don't know, I guess I just wanted to say that I'm glad you came into my life and that you trust me all the time even though I was so damn awful to you when we were younger.”

I calmed down a bit. He felt guilty about what had happened during high school, and I could understand that we didn’t even know each other, I mean come on he was a hot senior when I was a shy freshman just trying not to draw attention to myself.

“We were young.” I smiled forgivingly at him, and he immediately looked lighter as I thought back to the first day, I had been with him.

“Believe me, I was itching to leave when you threw me out that first day, I thought you'd made some vow of chastity or something.” I shrugged as he burst out laughing, it pleased me, I didn't want to see him blame himself for all the bad things that had happened when I was so happy.

“Damn babe I honestly think you're the first girl to pull a stunt like that on me, you were ice cold. I smiled in amusement at his response, he thought he was being funny, and I pursed my lips at his laughter.

“It was because you had some personality split, first you wanted to sleep with me after we kissed and then you just turned off.” His laugh stuck in his throat, and I swore at myself for stepping on the completely wrong point.

“I was scared…. f**k Jen I’m still scared….” He said it quickly before I could say sorry as I had intended as we approached his place, or well our place.

“Why?” I had been scared too, because I knew that after I had kissed him the first time that I was stuck already, whether I wanted it or not.

“I don't know, I mean I thought you were sexy and all but when you asked me to kiss you it was like something hit me and I haven't been able to turn it off since.” He shrugged like it was that simple, in his world it probably was.

“So, I thought I'd f**k you so you'd get out of my head, but I changed my mind...” he was embarrassed now and he didn't even look at me as we turned into the car park. f**k him. I was angry now, I don't know why either, he was just being honest, his usual self. Mandy had been right, the truth sucks.

“So that's why you stopped, you were going to just f**k me and dump me...” I stared straight into the window at the concrete blocks in front of me and he said nothing, yet which made me even angrier.

“Why didn't you say anything before? Did you have to wait until now?!” My voice was low but threatening, I didn't want to shout any more, I couldn't take it.

“I stopped, didn't I?” He turned towards me and talked like that would fix everything, I sighed and opened the car door and got out he looked surprised after me as I walked up the stairs without waiting for him and I heard him close the car door and take my bags down. I opened the door and walked in, he wasn't forgiven, and I wasn't done but him yet, but I had to accept that I was here now and that he was an asshole I already knew. He put the bags down behind me and I sighed as they thudded down from him dropping them, he wanted to make a fuss, I could tell even before I saw his face.

“I trusted you Dylan, I hope you understand that's why I'm angry.” I said the words into the air as he walked around me and leaned against the wall towards the bedroom with a pissed look on his face, avoiding eye contact, he probably thought I was being childish.

“You still can, nothing has changed.” He glared angrily into the air over my head and stood with his arms folded, looking fine as ever.

“It has changed for me….” I sat down on the couch, I had given him everything I had, my body, my soul and heart. What more did he want from me?

“Like you haven't hidden anything from me...” he looked at me now, his eyes were mean, and his jaw was tense as he waited for me to start screaming. But I just sat silent, I don't know what he thought I was hiding from him, I had told him everything, he knew more about me than anyone else at this point. I looked at him confused and he started laughing at me mockingly as if I would know what he meant.

“The first time you came to the bar when I was working and you kissed that rich guy in front of me, you liked it. I saw it on you.” His eyes were black now and I sighed loudly, was he kidding me or what?!

“Just because you'd kissed another girl before?!” I stood up, he wanted to fight, and he would get a f*****g fight as I angrily narrowed my eyes at his superiority.

“You mean that little peck I let her do so I could get more tip?” His face was hurt as he saw me slump already because I knew he was right.

“He was nice.” I said the words quietly as Dylan's fist slammed into the drywall, for the second time since we'd met. I flinched when his voice was booming the entire building by now.

“If you trusted me and were in love with me like you said you were from the beginning, why did you even do that?!” I had already punched one guy that night, I know you can do whatever you want Jen, but I need my jobs to survive! He frustrated angrily and I looked at him blankly. I had never seen it that way. I was ashamed of what I had done, I never thought about how he felt, only about my feelings.

“I...” I had no explanation, I was a spoiled girl who did what I wanted apparently, I Stared at the floor not knowing what to say anymore.

“it’s hard to not be as innocent as people think you are?” His voice wasn't mocking, not angry at all actually but it felt like he had stabbed me in the heart.

“Do you want me to leave?” I looked up at him from where we stood, and he snorted as if I'd said the stupidest thing he'd ever heard in his life.

“Where the hell are you going, the farm?” He looked at my bags and I just realised that I didn't really have anywhere to go.

“I'll find something... “started walking towards the bags as he grabbed my arm and spun me around, I was crying now as he looked at me inquiringly with his hard grey eyes.

“You’re going to give up that easy, are you?” His voice now trembled with anger and fear, I put my head down, I didn't want to leave but if he didn't want me here, I wouldn't stay.

“Maybe we weren't as good a match as I thought.” I still looked down afraid to meet his gaze as he grabbed my chin with his hand forcing me to look into his serious eyes.

“Bullshit. You know we're f*****g made for each other.” He was breathing heavily, and I looked hurt into his eyes which were just as hurt now I saw.

He was right as usual, I didn't want anyone else but him, ever.

“I love you.” I didn’t care about the consequences anymore, if we still told the truth about everything I wouldn't hold back anymore.

He blinked stupidly at me for a few seconds, like I thought he couldn't handle it all when I got serious that washed up fuckboy.

I waited still as his face was blank and I smiled mockingly at his outburst, so much for his pretty little speech about being made for each other.

“Now you know everything I've been hiding from you; I love you bastard.” I studied his face still where I stood straight up and down in front of him, I was about to walk away into the night, and he angrily grabbed me by the wrist holding me back from the old door.

“Where the f**k are you going!?” His eyes were terrified, I shrugged, somewhere he wasn't.

“I don't know but I can't stand here and watch you being terrified about me loving you when you're just waiting to dump me.”

I said the words so coldly and it only made him angrier, good. I wanted him to suffer like I had been made to suffer, squeezing my wrist before letting go leaving a reg mark on it that I ignored still being so f*****g mad at him for being an asshole at me when I didn’t deserve it.

“That's not f*****g fair Jen, so you say you love me, and I can't get two minutes to process that s**t, my god we've been together less than a week! His gaze was tormented now, and I immediately felt guilty and dropped my head, I was doing what I do best, hurting people.

“Don’t you think I know that, I f*****g know it!” I screamed the words in his tormented face, I was angry at myself too, I knew he would break my heart the second I saw him, but I had closed my eyes as I wanted him for myself.

“How is it really any different that you say we are made for each other? Why can't I love you after a few days?!” I didn't scream anymore, I begged him to understand me and not to push me away like I was sure he would do now.

“Because you can't love me!” he had tears forming in his cold eyes that was glowing of an endless deep of despair right now, I watched in shock as he sank to the floor in front of me, I had never seen him like this before.

“No one can, don't you see?! anyone who does that leaves me!” He was on his knees in front of me now and I grabbed his head with my hand and caressed his cheek, I was used to being the one who cried, and it hurt me when I felt his cheeks were wet under my hands.

“My mum left me, my dad who didn't want me... so don't love me Jen... I don't want to lose you too...” his voice trailed off and I felt my tears run with it as I sank to my knees in front of him and he avoided my gaze. His beautiful face was torn with sadness which made me cry more.

“I love you Dylan Hopper.” I took his face in my hands and he leaned his head heavily into mine, I smiled faintly as he finally looked at me again with his eyes made of diamonds, I loved him so much.

“I’m not going anywhere, you know what a needy b***h I am, I won't let go of you if you try.” I smiled between my tears, and we laughed a low sad laugh that died out as quickly as it had come.

I gently kissed his wet cheeks while he angrily blinked away the last of the tears that had welled up in his eyes.

“Be mine, for real Jen, I don't want anyone else to be able to take you away from me.” He had taken my hands now and was holding them tightly and I looked at him confused, was he saying what I thought he was saying?! My heart raced harder against me; I was mad he was but here we were on our knees in his small living room in the middle of the night.

“Are you saying you want to marry me?” I sounded calm and his face was relieved at the whole thing as if I had already said yes.

“That's exactly what I'm saying.” He was as he was, straight to the point. I wanted to be happy but marrying someone was a big step, I wanted to marry him, but not now.

“Dylan...” I sighed at his seriousness and his face became angry no one and I was left speechless.

“f**k it then.”