She told that little voice to shut the fuck up, but in the end, she had driven herself to the convenience store one town over and bought several tests. There was no way she was going to get them at the local Walgreens and run the risk of someone she knew seeing her buy them and spreading the news like wildfire.
She stared at her flat belly, and the very idea that there was a tiny life growing inside her, a little piece of Abe, was almost too much to handle. Dropping her shirt, she braced her hands on the counter and hung her head. How in the hell was she going to get through this?
Things were going good with Hunter, very well actually, but once he found out she was carrying another man’s child, he would want nothing to do with her, and she didn’t blame him. Besides, she knew she couldn’t be in a relationship when she carried Abe’s baby. Sophia wanted to be with Abe in the worst possible way.
There was no other option for her. She didn’t believe in abortion for herself and could never carry a child for nine months just to give it up to strangers. No, she would keep the baby and get through it. She would be a good mother and take care and love her child better than her own mom had.
Eventually, she would tell Abe, because there was no way she could keep something like this from him. Sophia just hoped he believed her, hoped he didn’t push her away even more.
Oh God. There was so much to do, and she didn’t even know where to start.18Abe gripped his cock tighter. He pumped his palm up and down as his thoughts were consumed with Sophia. With each passing hour, each passing day, he felt like Sophia was slipping further away from him.
She was still with Hunter, still walking the streets with him, their fingers entwined as if they wanted to prove to everyone how happy they were. He was a damn procrastinator. He brought the bottle of tequila to his lips and took a long, hearty pull. He set the bottle down and threw his arm over the back of the couch.
He hadn’t gotten drunk in weeks, trying to be a better person and show the woman he loved that he wasn’t as bad as everyone thought he was. His life was all sorts of fucked up, and he wanted desperately to be good, but what the hell was the point when Sophia had finally found the happiness she deserved?
In the darkness, he could almost imagine he wasn’t alone, jacking off. Almost. Closing his eyes again, he pictured Sophia with him, touching him. It was her hand that moved up and down his dick. He was a sick fuck to stoop to this, but it was all he had, and so he would take it.
Resting his head on the back of the couch, he closed his eyes, and the images that had been haunting him for over a fucking month played through his head. His mystery girl was gorgeous, despite the fact that he couldn’t see her face. Then again, he was imagining Sophia’s stunning face on the lush, curvaceous body. Her pussy was tight, hot, and wet and had gripped his cock to the point he couldn’t breathe.
Her hands slid over his chest, pulling him closer as she whispered how much she wanted him. He jerked himself off so many times at night with just those pictures in his head. Those releases had been far sweeter than the ones when he fucked some random female.
He thought about Sophia, thought about how much he fucking missed her. Five weeks had gone by, and he had barely seen or talked to her. The times he did weren’t nearly long enough for his liking.
Every time he saw her with Hunter, the hot spear of anger and jealousy consumed him. For years, he had been cool with Hunter, but now that he had taken his girl, Abe felt nothing but hatred. Totally misplaced, he knew, but still an emotion he was unable to shake.
He picked up the bottle again and swallowed some of the liquid. He was pretty toasted as it was, but at the moment, he didn’t give a shit. Since shit had fallen through with Soph, he stayed away from Tiny’s when she was there. It was just too hard seeing her, even if she didn’t have Hunter’s arms wrapped around her. He had no idea how their friendship had gone to shit so quickly.
Abe pumped his hand over his cock faster, and it felt good, but it was just empty pleasure. He was close to coming and gripped his erection with an iron fist. Grunting as he ran his palm over the crown of his cock, he smeared the pre-cum that leaked out of the slit and worked himself quicker, bringing his orgasm to the surface faster.