"Oh Alan!" I cried. It was heaven. The sun, the sand, the drinks and the smell of sex and lust around us. I collapsed againsted the yellow sand panting badly. Alan moved from between my legs to lie against me.
"Good honeymoon?" He asked.
"Best one yet," I replied. Ever since we'd been married I'd got a lot more cockier with him. If you had told me a year ago I'd have got engaged, had it broken off because "I was pregnant", got re-engaged, lost my baby, delivered my friends baby and then got married I'd have said you'd have been fucking with me. But no it was true. This was real. I was happily married and look forward towards my future.
"Anna, we need to talk about something," Alan said kissing my hand.
"Yes?" I said looking questionably at him.
"I don't want to go back to the Rika, I love you and I want to spend my life living with you not fighting and risk losing you," he said holding my hand tight and looking deep in to my eyes.
"Alan!" I cried and kissed him deeply. I straddled him and we spent the rest of the night having passionate sex on the beach. I don't know what it is lately but my sex drive as risen massively lately. Maybe it's just being married?
Next day
I stared at my packed bags and pouted.
"Aww don't pout it's fine we'll be back on the Rika soon," Alan said whilst carrying our bags out. I felt this sudden urge to vomit occur in my system and I quickly ran to the bathroom to release it. This is what I get when I eat food from other countries it doesn't mix well with me. It had been happening the few days we'd been here and should stop when we finish eating here. I'd been hiding it from Alan because I know he'd panic about me.
I couldn't wait to go home, well boat, I wanted to see my little God son Mac. Having fuzzy as a mom must have been hard but her heart was in the right place. It must be so hard for her being a single mom. Obviously she had Russell but when he's on the Sirius it's hard for him to leave there and move. I found myself crying thinking about the poor baby and how horrible it will be growing up rarely seeing his dad.
"Pearl? Hey hey hunny what's wrong?" Alan said running into the bathroom seeing ,y crying next to the toilet. He cuddled me into his arms and I cried against his chest. I'd been getting emotional lately, I'd gotten attached to little Mac.
"Mac! Oh hello sweetie!" I cried and gave my baby god son a cuddle. Aw he was so cute! He was chubby with a head full of curls. He was about 4 months old know and he was learning to sit up on his own. He giggled in my arms and I held him tight as Fuzzy hugged me.
"I've missed you!" She squealed. Aw I do love her.
"I missed you too!" I said. I spent the rest of the day unpacking and telling her about our honeymoon. However she did get abit suspicious when I kept interrupting to go to the toilet or the throwing up or the fact I burst into tears halfway through the story.
"Your not pregnant are you..?" She asked looking me in the eye. I nearly dropped Mac. It had never occurred to me.. That explains it all.
"I think I could be.. It's the only logical explanation" I said. I was pregnant I was buzzing! I had to tell Alan!
"Just check," fuzzy said before reaching into her draws and giving me a pregnancy test. I gave her Mac and ran into mine and Alan's bathroom.
"Pearl?" Alan said stopping me and grabbing my wrist. He looked at the test and then at me. His face lit up.
"Are you? Do you think?" He asked. I nodded I could feel my face beaming. I ran into the bathroom and took the test.
I waited...
And waited...
Negative.. Oh wait.. I can't have kids.
