Candy Cane Kisses Excerpt
Chapter One
Kristy
December 19, 2017
Oh Fuck, this can’t be happening! I think to myself as I look down at the little white stick with two pink lines on it. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I'm practically screaming into my tiny bathroom mirror. Biting my nails, I start to pace the small room. I need to call Candy. No, I
can’t do that. She is going to flip her shit, then I am going to go
into a full panic mode. I really do not have time to have a panic
attack right now. I quickly throw away the pregnancy test and hop into the shower. I now have fifteen minutes to get ready and out the door so I'm not late. I'm surprised that I did not blind myself with the
amount of shampoo I got in my eye as I take the fastest shower of my life. Blinking my eyes rapidly to stop the burning sensation, I grab a towel and I hurry into my room. Once there I go straight to my closet.
I grab my red long sleeve sweater dress and a pair of black leggings with my black fuzzy boots. I don't even bother putting on makeup seeing as I'm most likely going to puke my guts out at some point during the day. Like I’ve been doing every day for a week. I give my hair a quick brush and walk straight to the front door. Grabbing my keys and purse, I lock up and quickly walk straight to the tiny hatchback that Candy gave me and pray to God she starts.
Once I’m situated in the car, I drive to Grover Cleveland Elementary School, which is about seven minutes away from my apartment. I started my internship two and a half months ago and I can’t wait to be finished and graduated. I have worked my ass off to get my degree to become a teacher.
I was lucky to get an internship so close to home. Thankfully, Mrs. Fleming, who was my sixth-grade teacher, heard I was looking for a job. She put in a good word for me. Once I graduate I will be taking over for the teacher whose class I'm interning in. She’s retiring at the perfect time.
I am stuck at a red light when I see a baby on board sticker on the back of the car in front of me. I'm brought back to my current predicament. How the fuck am I supposed to tell Sam that I'm pregnant? I have been trying to avoid him for the last month, steadily. He always seems to be where I am. He has called me a few times, but he only asked me out twice. Maybe he has lost interest in me, and a pregnant one-sink stand isn’t what he wants. I don't know what I’m supposed to do. I love kids, but I never thought I would be a mother this young. I thought I’d at least have a husband, a nice house, and be mentally prepared to have a baby.
My mother left when I was just a kid and I was raised by a single dad. Thomas Kane is one of the most amazing men I know. I may not have had a lot growing up, but he always managed to make sure that I had what I needed even if that meant him going without. He raised me to be a hard worker and to never give up on my dreams. I worked my ass off and made sure that I had a solid 4.0 GPA. I wanted to go to Texas University, but I wanted to go on a full-ride scholarship.
We all know college can be a bitch and is super expensive especially if you're living on campus. I met Candy the first day at orientation and was lucky enough to get the same dorm room. We became instant best friends and have been thick as thieves ever since. It was the best four years of my life. Everyone thinks that I am this carefree, wild spirit. That couldn’t be further from the truth.
I have always kept guys at a distance, but fuck, my defenses seem to be lax when it comes to Sam. I bet he got the shock of his life when he pushed his massive cock into my untouched pussy. I never thought I would lose my v-card to a man like Sam. He makes me feel safe and that's a bad sign.
So, I have decided that being sassy when I am around him is the best thing to do. He seems to love it. I love the way his nostrils flare and his eyes tell me all the wickedly wonderful things that he could do to my body. Which I love. He said the dirtiest things to me when we had sex.
The one and only time I have sex, though I am not sure “sex” is a good enough descriptor, more like a hard and fast fuck in a bathroom, I get pregnant. The thing I hate the most is that every time I see him my heart beats faster, my pussy tightens, and I can feel my arousal soaking my panties at the memory of his hard cock inside of me.
The worst of it is that I just want him to take care of me. I need it, yet I deny myself the only thing I’ve ever truly wanted. Why the fuck does he have to be so hot? His big blue eyes and buff arms all tatted up. He’s got this full dark beard and his deep southern drawl that makes me want to come on command.
When the person behind me honks their horn, I realize that I have been off in la-la land. I ease off the break and back into motion. Shit! Now I'm turned on. What the actual fuck is wrong with me? I am not supposed to be daydreaming about him. With this baby growing inside me, I really need to work my issues out, because I am going to need him more than ever. I can’t raise this baby alone, but I vow to never leave my little cherub with a single doubt as to whether or not I love them.
I pull into the school and into my parking spot. I see that the bus
is already here. Today my class of second graders has a field trip to
a Christmas tree farm about twenty miles outside of town and towards Dallas. They have been talking about this for the last week nonstop. I must admit I am really looking forward too.
The Farm is supposed to be beautiful and I knew it would be the perfect field trip for my fifteen students. Kissing Junction is a
small town. We have a K-12 school with only three hundred students, we have a small grocery store, a coffee shop, a few mom-and-pop shops, a diner and one gas station. This really is the perfect place to raise a baby I think to myself.
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