24 Hours with You

That feeling didn’t last.

We didn’t make it.

Even after all our time spent together; the early morning kisses, the walks through downtown with nothing on our minds but each other, the normalcy that came with living together & the way we instantly relaxed in each other’s presence, the way we fell in love. We still didn’t make it.

A month or so after our picnic, we decided to move in together. We didn’t think it was a big deal because we had already lived together for a little while so we knew we wouldn’t hate it. It just seemed like the next logical step for our relationship and it was great.

We got into a solid routine; he would make breakfast on days that he had an early rise for practice and we’d eat lunch and supper together whenever we could, depending on our work schedules. We tried to have a date night each week but more often than not, we ended up staying home on the couch just enjoying each other’s company.

We were one of those couples that didn’t need to go out all the time to have fun or to flaunt our love for each other. We felt better in each other’s arms than we did anywhere else and I thought we’d be that way forever. We just understood each other and knew, without asking or speaking, just what the other needed.

For our 4-month anniversary, he took me out on a lovely dinner date. The restaurant was on top of the Duquesne incline overlooking the city of Pittsburgh, which was filled with bright lights on that dark night. Everything was perfect; the supper was delicious and we laughed, talking about our memories. Of course he brought up how we met and made fun of me for being such a clumsy girl. That’s one of the things he loved about me, he said. I believed it too.

When we got home, we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. The door was barely closed behind us, and he already had me lifted off the ground with his hands on my butt and my legs wrapped around his waist. Our kisses were electric and I couldn’t get enough, he was all I wanted in that moment and I knew it was time for me to give myself to him.

He carried me toward the bed where he laid me down gently, then stood back and looked at me sprawled across the bed.

“What is it?” I asked. I could feel my face flushing.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” He stared at me with a genuine smile and his eyes sparkled with emotion.

“Jamie, come here.” I held my arms out for him and he fell into them. We continued our kissing rampage with more fire than before. His hands were all over my body, feeling every inch of me.

“You’re wearing too much clothes.” He said in between kisses, and he reached his hands behind my back to unzip my dress. I slid my hands under his shirt and pulled it over his head when we broke from a kiss, and he did the same to me.

Before he got the chance, my roaming hands made the first move. I reached my hand down his briefs and started rubbing up and down his shaft. It wasn’t long before I had him convinced to take his boxers completely off and I made him lie back while I put my mouth to the tip of his penis. I didn’t let him finish though like I normally would, I stopped when I knew he was starting to come close to his finish.

“Baaaaaabe, you can’t leave me hanging.” He whined.

“I’m not.” I said as I backed off the bed. I undid the back of my bra and slowly slid the straps down my shoulders. Next, I dropped my underwear to the floor and crawled back on top of him.

“Are you sure you want this Cass?” He looked me straight in the eyes to reassure me that I could say no if it wasn’t what I wanted.

“Yes Jamie, I’m positive.” I said with a hungry smile.

Before I knew it, he had me pinned underneath him and had one finger slipped inside me to prepare me for what was yet to come. After a few minutes, neither of us could wait any longer, the anticipation killing us. I asked, no, I begged for him to enter me so he took no time in putting the condom on and he slid himself in carefully. He bit his lip as he entered me and his eyes rolled back in his head.

“Wow, you’re tight babe.” He whispered, almost to himself. He regained his composure before speaking again.

“How are you doing? Does it hurt?” He asked, genuine concern written all over his face.
“A little, but keep going.”

He slid himself further and further inside me until he made it all the way, then he started to thrust slowly and gently.

“How about now?” He smirked.

“Yeah I can definitely feel that but I’m getting used to it the more you do it.”

After a few minutes of going slow so I could get used to his size, we picked up the pace and had an amazing rhythm going. Each time he thrust into me he got deeper and deeper until I felt like I was going to explode. I felt so whole and complete with him inside me and it sent me into a euphoric state.

It wasn’t long before we were both on the brink of satiation. One more thrust and we were both done. My back arched off the bed and I let out a scream, while he pitched forward, our chests touching, and moaned his relief.

We laid there together with him on top of me for a little while, just relaxing and letting our tired bodies rest.

“I should probably go to the bathroom and get this condom off of me.” He said after a few minutes of rest, before he proceeded to get off the bed and walked to the bathroom.

Not a minute later, he came back through the bedroom door with a worried look on his face.

“Cass… it broke.”

“Oh my god. Please tell me you’re joking.” I was so worried. Of course something like this would happen my first time.

“I wish I could say that I was.” He said, his face showing no signs of humour. The condom really did break.

“Take me to the store right now so I can buy Plan B.” I jumped out of the bed and ran around the room frantically trying to find my clothes and throw them on. I couldn’t seem to find my bra and I got more and more stressed out by the second before I finally broke down.

I sat on the edge of the bed with my head in my hands and the tears started leaking from my eyes. James grabbed my hands and pulled them from my face so he could look my in the eyes. He wiped away my tears before he spoke.

“Cass, it’s going to be okay. Believe it or not, this happens from time to time and it’s never been a huge issue. Everything will be okay in the end, I promise. But for right now, no stores are open so we’ll go out in the morning to get it okay?” He squeezed my hands before sitting on the bed next to me and pulling me into him.

“Okay. Thank you Jamie.” I calmed myself down and curled back into him. Shortly after, we got snuggled up under the covers and tried our best to relax.

“I love you, Cassie.” He whispered into my hair and kissed my head.

“I love you too.” I smiled and we fell asleep tangled up in each other with smiles on our faces.

A month later, I woke up to the smell of bacon but instead of running to it like I normally would, the smell made me nauseous. I ran to the bathroom and just made it to the toilet on time before I threw my guts up. There wasn’t much left in me from the day before, but everything I did have was coming out. James came rushing in with a glass of water and held my hair for me as soon as he heard me.

“Are you going to be okay?” He asked, once the puking had subsided.

“I’m sure I’ll be fine. Just an off day I guess.” I took the glass of water in my hands and had a few sips in hopes that it would make me feel better. Thankfully it did, and I wasn’t sick after that so I continued on with my day.

Each morning after was just like that one. It started to become clear to me after 4 days that it was more than just a flu. I wasn’t sure how to approach it with James, so one night when we were both off, I brought it up at supper.

“Jamie, I think I’m going to book an appointment with the doctor tomorrow. I don’t think this is just a flu.” I said cautiously, hoping not to scare him too much.

“That’s probably a good idea.” He said nonchalantly and continued to eat his lasagna. I stared at him for a minute wondering how he could be so calm about it but I figured no need to worry until I knew anything for sure.

The next morning my doctor managed to squeeze me into her schedule for a check-up. When I got
there and explained my symptoms, she asked me a few questions.

“When is the last time you got your period?”

“Hmm… I think it was two months ago now. But it’s not unusual for me to go a few months without it so it didn’t really alarm me.”

“How long have you been experiencing the nausea?”

“The past 3 or 4 days. I just woke up one day and felt awful, and the smell of food makes it even worse.”

“Well Cassie, I can’t be sure about anything but it sounds like you might be pregnant. We’ll send you to get some bloodwork done at the hospital and a urine sample just to be sure.”

“This can’t be happening.” I put my face in my hands and shook my head.

“It will be okay Cassie.” She put a hand on my shoulder.

“There are options for you if you are pregnant, abortion and adoption being the main ones. But I urge you not to think too much about it until you’re sure and you’ve spoken to the father about all your options.” She started writing in my chart and I calmed down enough to leave.

“Well thank you Dr. Welling.” I said and wiped a stray tear from my eye as I left the room.

I sped over to the hospital to get my tests done as quickly as I could and they assured me they would have the results back by the next day.

I went home and started cleaning to keep myself occupied. Since James had just left that afternoon for a road trip, I could do things without him distracting me with kisses or just plain getting in the way.

Before I knew it a week had passed, James was on his way home from his road trip and I still hadn’t told him the results of my bloodwork. He didn’t even know that I’d gotten the results back.

I was growing more and more nervous by the minute, he was scheduled to walk in the front door any second and I wasn’t sure what his reaction to my news would be.

When I heard the keys in the door, I ran to the door to greet him with a much-needed hug and a kiss. A week without him was just about all I could bear. The house got lonely without him around to keep me company and with the news that I had to tell him, it was hard not to have him there with me.

As soon as he walked in he dropped his bags in the doorway and came over to give me a big hug.

“Mmm I missed you.” He said and took a deep breath, taking in my scent.

“I missed you too Jamie.” I tucked my head into him. After a few minutes like this, he finally pulled away and grabbed his bags from the doorway. He dragged them into our bedroom and plopped them on the floor as I followed.

“There’s… something I have to tell you.” I bit my lip; I was a nervous wreck. He looked at me confused and gestured for me to sit on the bed next to him. When I did, he held my hands and looked me straight in the eyes.

“You can tell me anything.” His eyes were genuine and filled with love as well as concern.

“I’m pregnant.”

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