Late that Monday night, almost to the point where it was early Tuesday morning, Tony and I eloped. I kept my maiden name. It was still a bit of a "how long until my parents catch on?" thing.
Then I sat in the armchair there in the office and went back to fucking Tony all night long again. Was our relationship based on purely on physical desire and not the emotional relationship my parents had? Yes. Did I change my mind on what kind of happiness I wanted from a relationship? Also yes.
How we managed to not get caught by my parents while we were going at it until school, I dunno. It's not like the door was locked. I guess the chance of getting caught was exciting. I mean, I loved being watched while we were at the museum.
I still wasn't showing enough for anyone to ask questions, but at lunch, my friend Sally Hustev did say "I kept making googly-eyes" at Tony in class. And I may've given her a death glare when she started asking about my new rings.
At home, I quickly finished my homework. I mean, I still wanted to keep up my goody-two-shoes-straight-A-student thing as long as I could, at least at school. Tony mentioned he got promoted to the head of the science department at school.
When I was done, I asked Tony to go to the Gazebo park. I kinda wanted to have sex in public again.
OK, yeah, my baby bump was growing significantly at that point. Being a heavily pregnant teenager who was fucking her teacher-turned-lover-slash-husband on a park bench was something exciting to me. As much as I wanted someone to see, unfortunately the park was empty at 8:30 at night. Except for that reporter, Constance Shelley. But she was too busy playing chess with herself to notice. So then I called her over to watch. After a while, she started getting off on watching us, like the people in the museum did the other night.
And going all night again was something I loved doing. It always felt amazing. I mean, except for trying to keep from getting splinters in my ass from the wooden bench. Trying not to get caught out past curfew would've been exciting, but since I was out with an adult, I guess things were all good there.
Once again, Tony and I were out all night, and we went straight to school from the park. I was far enough along that people started whispering about me and staring as I went by in the halls.
When I got home, I heard in passing that dad got a promotion at work. As much as I wanted to go back to having sex, I still kept up on homework and reading for extra credit. I was still going for straight As. Not that it mattered, since the next day school was closed for Leisure Day.
In the middle of trying to read my extra credit book, my water broke. I rushed over to the hospital, and Tony met me there.
It turns out I wasn't just pregnant with one kid. I gave birth to quadruplets, three girls and a boy: Lisa, Mia, Luca, and Miri.
When Tony and I got back home, I finished that extra credit book. Were my priorities in the wrong place? Yeah, probably.