To say that Zane and I are fucking like bunnies is an understatement. I know I said that before, but it’s not enough to describe what we do anymore. In fact, we put those fucking bunnies to shame.

My pussy is sore, but I’m still having the time of my life and endless orgasms with Zane. He’s such a fantastic lover and his huge cock satisfies me to no end.

I’m in the middle of another ovulation cycle, and alas, the dreaded two-week countdown to taking another pregnancy test commences.

I try to keep myself as busy as possible, mainly by fucking the living daylights out of Zane.

When I’m not with him, I have lunch with friends, I stay at work for long hours, and I bury myself beneath books and movies to stay distracted.

I’m at work when Zane’s Face Time pops up on my personal laptop.

“Hello,” I grin and look at him as he waves. “You look extra saucy today,” I note.

“Thank you.” He does a little bow. I can see that he’s also in his office.

“Do you want to go to dinner tonight?” he asks.

“Hell yeah, can we leave now?” I joke.

Zane looks at his watch.

“Um, it’s 2:30. I just had lunch actually.”

“So? Aren’t guys always hungry?” I laugh.

“Hungry for sexy girls.” He winks.

“You’re so naughty,” I tease but I fucking love it when we flirt back and forth.

“I can prove it to you how naughty I am later,” he says.

“Okay well, just pick me up from my office later and we’ll go to dinner,” I say.

“Where do you want to go?” he asks.

I shrug.

“Surprise me,” I wink.

“You got it,” he says and we say goodbye.

* * *

A few hours later, we are walking out of dinner, truly feeling stuffed.

“That’s the best fucking eggplant parm I’ve ever eaten,” I say and rub my belly.

“Are you rubbing your belly because you think you might be pregnant or are you just full?” he asks.

“Maybe a little of both.” I give him a sly grin.

He leans closer to me and he smells masculine and perfect. He gently places his burly strong arms on my belly.

“I hope you’re pregnant this month,” he whispers, his voice full of hope.

“You and me both pal,” I say as we walk away, back towards my house.

* * *

I’m staring at the beginning of the second week right in the face, and neither one of us is backing down.

I’m ready to take this pregnancy test, but I still have to wait a few more days. I’m taking a walk in the park with Molly, watching the leaves change from green to oranges and reds.

“I fucking love this time of year,” I confess.

“So do I,” Molly agrees.

“To be honest I’m just fucking tired of sweating like a pig in the summertime,” I laugh.

“It’s nice not having to reapply deodorant a thousand times a day,” Molly jokes.

We stop by a pretzel car to get bottled water and stand there for a few seconds, glugging them down.

“Damn that’s refreshing,” I say and nearly finish the entire bottle in only a few gulps.

“How many miles are we walking again?” Molly asks.

“I don’t know actually,” I laugh. “I forgot to put on my mile tracker.

“Me too.” Molly rolls her eyes. “We are pathetic at working out.”

“I just want to get as much exercise as I can, just in case I balloon up like a blimp,” I mention.

“Are you talking about the fact that you may be pregnant?” Molly’s voice is high with curiosity.

“Maybe,” I say and toss my empty water bottle into a nearby trash can. “We’ll see.”

“How many more days of waiting do you have?” she asks.

“Oh not that many,” I say. “Just like a million.”

Molly laughs.

“The waiting is the hardest part.”

“Remember when you were a kid and it seemed like Christmas took forever to finally come?”

“Yes!” Molly exclaims. “Now its like if you blink your eyes, December is over.”

“Tell me about it,” I agree.

“Well the waiting game for taking the pregnancy test is sort of like waiting for Christmas as a kid.”

“Well I hope it works out for you.” Molly gives me a genuine smile.

“Thank you,” I say as we continue to press on with our walk. “My fingers and toes are crossed.”

I know that each chance we have to fuck, we need to act on it, because the more we have sex, the better our chances at conceiving.

* * *

The fateful day is finally here. I stand in front of my bathroom counter, staring down at an unopened pregnancy test kit.

I just don’t have the nerve to open it and take the damn thing. But my bladder is going to fucking explode already, so I better get to it.

I take a deep breath and open the wrapper, revealing the stick that holds my destiny inside.

“You can do this,” I say aloud, giving myself a tiny pep talk as I stare at my reflection in the mirror.

My palms are sweaty. My throat is dry, and it feels like it’s going to close up. I can hear my pulse in my ears and I’m so nervous I might puke.

I just want to get this fucking over with. I sit on the toilet and begin to pee on the stick. I close my eyes, because I just can’t fucking look.

I’m not sure what more I’m afraid of, the disappointment of it being negative again, or the scary thrill of seeing it turn positive.

I place the test face side up on the little ledge by the window in the bathroom. I still refuse to look at it as I pace my bathroom.

I need to work up the courage to look at it, and prepare myself for the answer whatever the fuck that may be.

Finally, I take a deep breath and I can’t wait any fucking longer. I pick up the stick and look at the results.

At first I just stare blankly at it in disbelief.

Is this really happening? I’m so nervous, my mind could be playing tricks on me, and manipulating what I see.

I blink and shut my eyes, taking a deep breath. Then I open them to look at the results again. And it hasn’t changed, and there are still two pink lines.

I’m pregnant.

Wait, I’m pregnant!

I can’t fucking believe it. I laugh, I cry, I scream. I run around my apartment and I take deep breaths.

I look at the test again. It’s still positive.

I pick up the phone to dial Zane but then immediately throw it back down on the bed. I’m not ready to call him yet.

Suddenly, a wave of insecurity floods me. I still don’t really know where I stand with him, or what his reaction will be.

Sure, he told me he just wants me to be happy…but will he also be happy? Or will this just be a burden on him?

I have to make sure he knows that there’s no pressure on him. I decide to wait it out, and tell him later when my emotions calm down. I need to think of the best way possible to tell him, and I don’t have the answer to that yet.