Chapter 10: The Test That Changed Everything

Friday morning, two days after the Wednesday-night scare, the plastic stick burned a hole in my purse, I’d bought it at lunch from the corner pharmacy, heart slamming so hard the cashier asked if I was okay. Negative. One stark line staring back at me in the office bathroom stall while the afternoon hummed outside the door. But my period was still missing—five days late now—and the fear coiled tighter than any orgasm Rob had ever pulled from me.

I texted him the second I flushed the test away: We need to talk. NOW.

His reply came in under thirty seconds: Garage. Level 3. Five minutes.

The underground parking lot felt colder than usual, concrete echoing my heels as I slipped into the passenger seat of his black BMW. Tinted windows already hid us from the world. Rob was waiting, tie loosened, jaw tight with the same dread I carried. The moment the door closed he pulled me across the console into his arms, no words yet, just the solid warmth of his chest and the faint cedar of his cologne wrapping around my panic.

I showed him the stick. One line. Negative. Tears I hadn’t expected spilled hot down my cheeks. “What if it’s yours?” I whispered, voice cracking. “Dave and I ... we haven’t even tried in months. If something happened that night in the guest bathroom—”

Rob’s thumb brushed the tears away, then cupped my jaw. His eyes were dark, steady, but something raw flickered there. “I’ve thought about it,” he admitted, voice low. “Fantasized about breeding you since the first time I came inside you. Filling you until your belly swells and Dave never knows it’s mine.”

The filthy confession should have horrified me. Instead heat bloomed low, sharp and undeniable, twisting with the fear. My hands found his belt before I could stop them. “I love feeling you come bare,” I breathed against his mouth. “Even now. Even scared. I don’t want to stop.”