Chapter 10: Breaking News

Edward

I was up before Becky; she was leaving at noon to go back to Florida, so I went back to the deli for two bagels and two coffees. Actually three coffees, one for Makenna too. I know this sounds mean or rude, but I was a little glad that she was leaving. I walked into the deli, and there stood someone I didn't know. I walked up to the counter and looked around until she came to serve me. Did I do the right thing? Did I really love her? Why wasn't Makenna telling me what she wanted to tell me?

"Excuse me sir, may I help you?" she asked.

"Oh sorry, I'll take three bagels and three coffees. Where's Rach?" I answered.

"She's off today; it will be seven dollars and fifty cents," she sighed, as she held her hand out for the money. I pulled out my wallet and handed her eight dollars. I told her to keep the change and I walked to my car with the food. Do I want Becky to go back? Yes and no. Well I did know something was going on. It was good while it lasted. I put the coffee on the floor and the bag of bagels on the seat. I started the car and drove back to the motel.

When I arrived back, I parked the car and stepped out. I grabbed the food and drinks. I closed the door behind me with my foot. I walked back to the room where Makenna was staying. As I got to her door, she opened it, and I handed her the coffee and a bagel. Before I left her, I gave her a kiss and I told her, "Becky is leaving in a few hours." We pulled away and that's when I walked back to the room.

When I opened the door, Becky was in the shower, so I laid her bagel on the counter. I took a sip of my coffee and stepped out of my clothes and walked over to the bathroom where Becky was washing. I stepped into the shower; I wrapped my arms around her. My hands moved to her breasts and I rubbed them. Her hands were moving down to my penis. She was massaging it. I didn't want her to leave, but it was her choice. What was I doing in the shower with Becky? I moved my fingers down to her pussy and caressed it until she got wet. I pulled out of her. I didn't know what I was doing in the shower with her. I wanted to try to patch things up with Makenna.

Becky turned to face me as she had me up against the wall of the shower. She pushed my penis inside of her. She whispered "Come on Edward, just one more time before I leave."

So I listened to her. I wasn't enjoying it as much as I did before, knowing she's going back to her ex, and I was going to try to work things out with Mak. I tried to hold everything inside of me. It would be easier that way. I pulled out of her before anything could happen. I wiped off my penis and stepped out to get dried off. I wrapped the towel around me so I could go get dressed.

As I was putting on my black hearts boxers, I noticed my IPhone was vibrating out of control, so I unlocked it and there was one text and two voice messages. I listened to my messages. One was from Mak; "Edward, I need to tell you this right now. I love you, plus I'm preg-preg-pregnant; there I said it. Yes, you heard me. I'm pregnant, call me or come to my room, love you. P.S. I was so scared to tell you, and I did text you once before I called."

Shit, damn it! It can't be my child, or can it be? I wasn't ready for this. What if it's mine? Well what can I do now? What if it's fucking Jared's, and she knew it and that's how she got me to come back to her? Did I screw her right after Bella's death? What do I know? I was so damn out of it, and the time Bella told me what happened and I walked her home? It could be possible; the baby, it's mine. All it took was one time. I didn't have a fucking condom with me. I was about to dial Mak's number when Becky came out of the bathroom. She walked over to me.

"Edward, what's the matter?" she questioned.

"It's nothing. I don't know what's gotten into me. I got in the shower with you," I muttered, as I laid my phone down.

"It's okay, Edward, I wanted you to get in the shower with me," she sighed, as she walked over to me.

"It wasn't okay. You're going back to your boyfriend before I came along, and I am going back with Makenna," I mumbled, as I was looking at the floor. I couldn't look at her.

"Anyway, I have to be at the airport in thirty-five minutes," she admitted, as she lifted my chin.

My eyes didn't meet hers. I felt like shit. I didn't want to tell her the news. I really didn't know if it was mine or not. She gave me a kiss and finished getting ready. As I was putting on my sneakers. I told her about her coffee and bagel, and told her I was going for a walk. It was partly true. I was walking downstairs to Mak's room.

I walked to the door, stepped out, closed the door behind me, and walked toward the stairs. Before I got to her door, I stopped for some fresh air. All of my thoughts were running together. For one, I went from screwing Becky to being a father.

"Shit, my life is so fucking messed up."

I walked to her room. When I arrived at her door, I only had to knock once before she was there. She gestured for me to come in, so I followed her in further. I took a seat by the bed. She didn't sit down.

Makenna

I felt bad about not telling him last night. I was scared that he would flip out on me when I told him, so I didn't. I just acted like nothing was wrong. He kept asking what I wanted him for, and I didn't tell him. This morning I didn't have the guts to say it, so stupid me, I called and left a message on his phone along with a text message telling him that I was pregnant.

Yeah, I know that I'm a damn chicken, I should have just told him to come down and talk, but I didn't want to see him pissed at me. I know it's not Jared's child. Edward is probably thinking it can't be his, well he is wrong. Jared and I had used protection when we had sex.

So I took a shower and got ready to see him. I wondered why he didn't call me back though. I sat outside to get some fresh air. I could feel tears fill my eyes. I knew I should've been happy and excited about the whole pregnancy situation, but I wasn't. We aren't married and I'm still in school. My parents would kill me if they found out.

About one hour later, I was watching TV, when I heard a knock on the door. so I jumped up and walked as fast as I could. When I opened the door there stood Edward. I moved my arm to let him know he could come in. We walked inside my room. As I watched Edward take a seat, I stood by the window facing out for a few minutes.

"Why don't you have a seat?" he asked.

"Nah, I'm fine," I answered.

"Okay, I'm gonna come right out and say it." He sighed.

"Go ahead," I mumbled.

"You're really pregnant?" he questioned, as he walked over to me.

"Yes, I found out before I came here," I admitted.

"But why didn't you tell me last night?" he questioned.

"I was so scared, and when we were together last night, I didn't want to ruin it," I muttered.

"It can't be mine," he barked.

"Listen, it is; Jared and I used protection when we fucked," I acknowledged.

"Makenna, you gotta be kidding," he denied.

"I'm not lying," I cried.

"Damn, what are we going to do now?" he questioned, as he walked beside me. He turned me to face him.

"You don't have to tell me," I snapped, as I wrapped my arms around him.

"We will figure out what to do," he whispered in my ear.

"Thank you, Edward for coming back to me," I whispered.

"If this baby is mine, then we will make plans sooner," he said.

I moved my hands to the hem of his shirt and tore it off of him. He copied me and then tore off my pants. I didn't have to unzip his pants; he did it himself. What's the use of a condom now? He picked me up and carried me to the bed. He laid me down and climbed on the top of me. We began to make love to each other.

"Edward, I love you," I moaned.

"I love you too," he repeated the statement back.

I could feel my center getting tighter. Every time we made love it felt different. I didn't know if it was good or bad, but I was enjoying every bit of it. I was about to cum. He was moving faster. The faster he moved, my orgasm got stronger and the faster I would be done.

Once we were done screwing, he ly beside me, holding me. He turned to face me, then he spoke.

"So I'm really going to be a daddy," he admitted.

"Yes, it's yours," I muttered.

"It's really mine," he cried.

"Yes, it really is yours," I mumbled, as I kissed his chest.