No romance, no love, no emotions. Just sex…
The words rang in Lovina's mind, repeating over and over again. She sighed and laid her head down on a pillow, a blanket covering her body. She hugged the pillow close to her bare chest, closing her eyes for a moment. She looked over at Antonio, sighing again. She got out of the bed, putting on clothes and kissing his forehead softly. The Italian grabbed her keys and walked out of his house, the events of the other night playing in her head. Lovina looked back at the house, smiling slightly.
That was their routine. They would have sex, one of them would leave before the other woke up; depending on who's house they were at, and they wouldn't talk about it afterwards.
Antonio woke up a few minutes after she left, knowing that she wouldn't be there. He smiled softly, looking down at where she was sleeping.
Lovina walked into her house, laying down on her couch, her limbs sprawled out. She let out an exhausted sigh, her legs sore.
"Dammit Toni…. you did it again." She sighed and rubbed her thighs, staring up at the ceiling.
Lovina sat up, smelling something repulsive and nauseating. She looked out of the window, seeing smoke rising from her neighbor's backyard.
They must be having a barbecue….
She covered her mouth, feeling sick. She ran into the bathroom, making it to the toilet before last night's dinner came out. She gasped and immediately brushed her teeth.
"What the hell?!" She groaned, washing the brush and starting again, repeating it five times.
She stumbled into her kitchen, holding onto her stomach. She walked over to a cabinet, opening it and staring at the many boxes of pasta that were shoved into every inch of the small space. Whenever she was sick, she would make pasta, and usually feel much better afterwards. But this time, just looking at the pasta made her nauseous.
Lovina flopped onto her bed, luckily there was a bathroom in her room, just in case she needed to puke out her guts again.
"This has never happened before…" Lovina had gotten sick a few times, but it was rare that she would throw up. She looked over at a small dresser that was next to her bed, opening it and pulling out a small box. She walked into the bathroom, pulling out one of the sticks and sitting on the toilet.
"Tomato bastard…" Lovina stared at the stick, her hand shaky.
The pixelated plus sign screamed at her.
I'm… pregnant...