A Fairy Tale Part 1

"What do you mean morning sickness?" He asked reasonably and he was playing
with my bra strap and I started wondering if he didn't have a thing for
sick girls.

"I mean morning sickness." I shrugged slightly, not feeling like I wanted
to be touched at all. "I'm pregnant."

"What?" He pulled his hand away then and even looked at it for a second.

"I'm pregnant." I repeated and just lay there.

"But...Heather!" He was trying to sort it out. "We always used condoms. You
wouldn't do it unless we had protection."

"Yeah." I nodded carefully.

"How come you're pregnant? Did one break? Do they leak or something?" He
was talking too fast and it was making my tummy spin. "You can't be
pregnant. I always wore a rubber! How can we have a baby?"

"Brandon." I said patiently, like he was a child.

"We were so careful. I bought some more today and...Huh?"

"I didn't say it was yours." I spoke as gently as I could.

"What?" He swallowed hard and his brown eyes took on an injured look, his
sexy mouth turning into a little frown.

"It's not your baby, I know that." I told him. "You don't have to worry."

"What? I love you! I want to marry you! I mean...Shit! I was gonna ask you,
Heather." He was going to cry I thought. "I have a ring on layaway and next
month...What do you mean it isn't mine?"

"You do?" I frowned at hearing that unexpected news.

"Whose baby is it?" He was torn between being really pissed and...I don't
know, something else.

"You don't know him, Brandon." I sighed and just sank back, enjoying that
soft warm bed for one more minute before I had to leave.

"But you do." Brandon was up already too, not next to me, not anymore. He
was standing up so he could look down and point an accusing finger at me.

"Well, yeah." I smiled despite myself. "Obviously."