Alex had envy in her eyes as she looked upon the shelves crammed with bottles of alcohol. Her dangerous habits of intoxication ended indefinitly, now that her worst fears were confirmed. Pressing a hand to her lower abdomen, she wondered how it would appear once it started protruding or if Justin would find her cute after she got huge. She let a small smile tug at the corners of her lips, until the front door creaked awake.
Alex quickly lurched at the First Response home pregnancy test and slipped it into her pocket. The thought immediately grossed her out, but she couldn't risk Justin finding it in their own garbage. He still doesn't trust her after he found his "lucky" Captain Jim Bob boxers in the sink's garbage disposal.
Tapping her feet across the kitchen titles, she waited impatiently for her incestual lover to come and greet her. Of course, he'd take ten minutes wiping his fancy dress shoes on the rug, then another twenty minutes to take off his jacket, hat, gloves, and scar and hang them up.
She leaned against the counter, too lazy to move anymore than she had to. She searched for the nail file in her pocket, instantly anxious again, because she had forgot the pregnancy was there in the first place. Justin choose the perfect time to enter and make his unsuspecting girlfriend jump.
A concieted smirk grazes his soft lips, "What did you do?" Alex groans, regaining her composure, "Your masks are giving me nightmares...oh wait that's just how your face looks." Justin frowns,"Very mature, Alexander." He steps closer wrapping his stout and rugged arms around her waist, pulling her away from the counter and towards his muscular body.
Alex had to mentally admit that working in architecture had been good to him...and their sex life, which is what led her to this predicament. So, in a way he can't be upset that she forgot to take her birth control pills last week. If he wasn't so good at seducing her, she'd never would of gotten pregnant. This is all his fault!
Justin kissed her hair, knowing something was up when her big mouth failed to retort. He lifted her chin, "Hey, you okay?" Alex bit her lip refusing to give in so quickly. Justin's warm, concerned eyes were too much for her. She puts her hands against his chest, pushing him off and getting rid of the close proximity. She whispered, surprised by her own vulnerability, "You stink, go take a shower."
Her words were nothing more than a uncertain mumble. Justin needed a few moments to make sure he heard her properly and he chuckled with his deep voice. "I stink? You know I take a shower at work every day." Alex shook her head, "Maybe this time you forgot to take off more than just your underwear."
He kissed her shoulder, sighing as he pulled away, knowing since she was born there was no use in arguing with her. She would never change her stubborn attitude, it is the Russo genetic curse. Justin would soon learn he had another Alex on the way to worry about.
Alex watched him drag himself up the stairs to their bathroom. Apart of her felt guilty for hiding the life-changing secret from him, but she didn't know how. Alex would never admit how horribly she feared the possibility of Justin abadonning her. She could easily run back home into the arms of her worried parents, but he was the only thing she needed...and the only thing she wanted.
"ALEXANDRA MARGARITA RUSSO WHY ARE THERE FOUR POSTIVE PREGNANCY TESTS ON THE COUNTER?" Alex blushed remembering the reason she came down to the kitchen anyway... to daydream about how Jack Daniels would help her forget the fact that none of the tests she took had promising doubt of her pregnancy.
Hearing the approaching footsteps thumping down the stairs, Alex put her game face on. The pout, he found impeccably adorable. She turned already starting her argument. Alex wined sweetly,"Justin...you see this is really all your fault..."