Delta's Baby Surprise (Special Forces Elite 1)

Lilly

“I think I’m going to throw up,” I said as I scanned my computer for the posting of my last final. The words swam in front of me. I shut my eyes.

“I think I’m going to throw up,” Emma said, eyeing the food in my hand. “I swear the whole dorm smells like pickles thanks to you.”

I looked down at the small snack size pack of baby gherkins I had been munching on. Usually I couldn’t stand pickles. Lately however, I was eating everything and anything that was doused in vinegar.

“I’ve just been so stressed, I think it’s making my hormones all crazy. I’ve been craving the weirdest things,” I tried to explain apologetically.

“If you're that stressed, maybe we should go back to the club and find that hottie from a few months back. I doubt you’ve gotten any since.”

“That was just a moment of extreme weakness, okay. I am not like…”

“Me?” Em finished with pride.

“Yeah. Plus it was only like six weeks ago.”

“Maybe you're all hormonal because of your period then. I swear the whole damn dorm is having their time of the month right now,” Emma shrugged off. She was never one to really get along with other girls.

“No, actually it’s been a while,” I replied realizing it as I said it. I was mentally trying to count in my head my last period.

Emma turned to me and seems to look me up and down.

“You're not pregnant are you?” She asked with a narrowing of her blue eyes.

“No!”

“Did you use a rubber?” She countered.

I thought back to that night in the VIP room. I hadn’t even thought to get the guy’s name before slipping out, let alone remember a condom.

“Well no. I mean it was just a one time thing though. I can’t get pregnant from one night.”

“Uh, hell yes you can! Let's check the facts here, you feel like vomiting, you are eating nasty food, and you missed your period. All signs are not pointing in your favor.”

“I want to throw up because I am worried about the exam, and I probably missed my period because I have been putting all this junk in my body. I’m sure it’s just late,” I added trying to convince myself.

“Well, there is only one way to know for sure,” Emma responded.

“What the fuck does that mean?” I said.

I hovered over a pee stick an hour later.

Em had taken me to the nearest drug store bought three different brands of pregnancy test and waited while I peed on all of them.

“So for this one two lines means pregnant,” Em said reading the box.

“Shit! Maybe it's wrong. This one has three lines does that mean not pregnant, I hope?”

Em looked at the other box, “Nope that means pregnant too.”

I picked up the third test. I didn’t need Emma to translate the results of this one for me. It was as LED screen that simply said ‘pregnant.’

I swiped them off my desk and into the wastebasket. I sat back on my bed sure that I was going to puke at any second. How could I be pregnant? It was just one time!

Sure it had been my only encounter, but it was probably the best I could ever imagine having. He had fit so perfectly inside me, tore something open deep within that was beyond mind-blowing.

I had hesitated for just a second when we were done and slipped off his lap to get his name. I knew that wasn’t how those types of encounters were supposed to go, though. Instead, I pulled down my mini, strapped up my top and slipped out while he was still putting himself back together.