We're Not Responsible
Chapter 9 – New Revelations Part II – Bridge and Elizabeth...
Bridge carried Elizabeth to her room around one in the morning and gently set her on the bed. Elizabeth pulled him on top of her and they started kissing, ripping off each other's clothes.
"Bridge," she gasped. "Love me."
"As you wish," he sighed and with one movement, he started making love to her.
Elizabeth sat in the bathroom early the next morning, biting her nails as she waited. She looked at the small plastic stick and felt tears fill her eyes. She was getting too anxious to let it finish. But maintained herself so that she could get the quick, true results, so she wouldn't freak out if she got morning sickness or started eating weird concoctions of strange foods.
She looked at the clock on the wall and picked up the instant pregnancy test as she read it, tears fell from her eyes and she sat on the covered toilet, crying in her hands. A faint whisper escaped her lips, "Positive."
She raced into the room Bridge was staying in and found him reading in the bed. She handed him the test, tears still rolling out of her eyes.
He read it and his eyes went wide, "Please tell me this isn't yours..." He handed it back to her.
Elizabeth could only nod in reply, starting to sob her heart out.
"Oh god..." he trailed off. "Elizabeth..." He looked at her and she looked away. He got up and pulled her in his arms, kissing her softly on the lips. "We'll get through this, Elizabeth. You and me. And the others too probably. I swear, I'll stay through all this with you. The morning sickness, the strange eating habits, the medications, the labor, the devilry, the afterwards, the staying home all day with the baby, the late nights, the feedings, and all that other stuff. We'll get through this..."
"You promise?" she sniffled.
"I promise," he swore softly, catching her lips in a hard, romantic kiss, like the ones they had shared all last night.
He traced her lips with his fingertips and she let out a soft, hungry moan. He caught her in another kiss and they stumbled blindly through the room to his bed. His body landed on top of hers as they fell on his bed.
"Is it safe?" he asked.
She nodded, leading his hand down to the hip her sweats, only saying one word, "Yes."
They took off each other's clothes, never breaking their eye contact. His hands finally removed the last piece of clothing on either of their bodies and then started to once again make love together, their hands all over each other as were their lips. The occasional moan coming from each of them and a few "I love you's" thrown in there somewhere.