Such A Good Guy

14. Luna

CHAPTER 14

Luna

T he next morning I woke up in my own bed without Luke.

I remembered dimly getting put to bed by him and wanting to be unconscious again to hear the soothing croon in his voice, which now that he had trapped and fucked me was about as convincing as a Tyrannosaurus Rex going to therapy. But at least he had left me alone.

I felt nauseated when I woke up and I rushed into the bathroom to throw up in the toilet. I felt dizzy when I finally stopped to rest my head against the cool porcelain. Obviously I had food poisoning or something. Or some kind of dick poisoning from getting fucked by a psychopath.

I was going to have to go to the ER.

My mouth had barely formed the word ‘Luke,’ although I didn’t know if I was a request or a curse, when he burst into the bathroom, the lock breaking open with a splintering crack.

“What’s the matter?”

“Luke, how about some fucking personal boundaries!” I said through gritted teeth.

“Between you and me?” he asked, shaking his head. “Don’t worry, I don’t want any.”

“I didn’t—I’m not saying you want any!” I raged. “ I want some! I need to get checked out. I’ve felt nauseated for weeks now.”

“OK, Luna,” he said. “For now try one of these ginger gummies for your nausea.”

It did surprisingly make me feel better, but I didn’t have time to think about why he had ginger gummies until we got to the hospital.

They must have all thought Luke had found a random hobo and brought her in, because I got very confused looks and when I saw myself in the mirror, I looked like absolute dogshit, my hair all piled on my head and greasy, my face practically green, my swollen body wearing an old T-shirt and sweatpants.

I took my hair down to redo the bun and then ran a hand through my tangled locks in confusion. Was that a fucking whole chunk of my hair missing?

I shook my head and consigned that to the list of confusing things about my life when a nurse came in and took my temperature and blood pressure.

“Take this and give us a sample over there,” the nurse said, handing me a little clear cup.

“Oh, I don’t need this,” I said. “I have an IUD, so I know I’m not pregnant.”

“It’s standard procedure,” she said, and it was just easier so I went and gave a urine sample, then sat on the table again.

“Give me my passport,” I said experimentally to the man sitting across from me in a folding chair, his arms on his legs, his whole body hovering at the edge, looking like he was poised to leap for me.

“Angel, no,” he said earnestly. “You need me here to take care of you.”

“By fucking me?” I shot at him.

“Of course,” he said, with no trace of irony. “You need my cum to keep you healthy.”

Then the nurse came back in.

“You’re pregnant,” she said. “I’ll give you some medication and a prescription for nausea. It’s normal to have some morning sickness at this point in the pregnancy.”

I was fucking stunned.

“How the fuck am I pregnant?”

I glanced over to see Luke’s face split into a huge grin and he jumped over to rub my back and neck.

“I am so happy!”

I rapidly counted backwards.

Fuck, no, Luke had only caught and fucked me yesterday.

That was not enough time to get me pregnant.

Was I going fucking insane?

I counted backwards from the other direction as he watched me patiently, this fucking psycho who looked like a runway model.

No, the last time I had had sex in the other direction (a regrettable one night stand with a man who asked me afterwards if I’d be open to living in a yurt for a year as he studied rare toads) was way too long ago. Like before our family cruise.

“Do you know how long you might be pregnant?” the nurse asked.

“14 weeks, 1 day, and 8 hours,” Luke said.

“Oh wow, somebody is a good record-keeper,” she gushed.

I wanted to strangle him.

Somehow, in some way, Luke O’Neill had gotten me pregnant.

“But—how—” I began to sputter and she glared at me like I was purposely trying to pull the wool over her eyes.

“You could have just told me. There’s no shame in having sex, ma’am. You really need to get an ultrasound to make sure everything looks good if you’re this far along.”

“Of course,” Luke said, and the nurse went to get the ultrasound tech.

I stared down at my belly.

That little bump. . .

But where was my IUD?

“What have you been doing to me?” I hissed.

He cocked his head and I couldn’t help getting closer to wave my finger in his face, but that was a mistake, because he reached out and curved a hand around my waist, pulling me flush against his body, like it didn’t matter that I had just thrown up and looked like a goblin.

“Luke,” I said, cold fear clutching at my heart, my hands wrapped protectively around my belly. “ Is this your baby ?”

“Yes, Luna,” he said, hugging me tightly.

“Somehow your. . . fucking cum got inside my body, didn’t it, Luke? How did that happen if we only had sex last night?”

“You said you wanted a baby, a family. I put a baby in you.”

The room spun around me.

Oh god oh god no no no no no it couldn’t be true. . .

“When?”

“On the cruise.”

“Why?” I shrieked as the tech, a cheerful-looking woman in her 60s, came in with all the equipment.

“You said you wanted a family,” Luke replied.

I looked into his eyes and I saw nothing but the honest goddamn truth, and if I hadn’t been sitting with my ass hanging out in one of those hospital gowns, I would have fainted again.

I saw nothing but the clearest, purest blue, and the clearest, purest desire to give me everything I wanted.

And it frightened the fuck out of me.

As if in a dream, the tech hooked the equipment up to me.

“There was supposed to be an IUD there,” I said inanely, and the tech look at me as if I was the insane one.

“Ma’am, you must have had that taken out.”

I watched numbly as the screen lit up with the blobby gray and black of my uterus.

“What am I looking at here?” Luke asked, and I felt a little pang to hear the anxiety in his voice. “How is the baby doing?”

“Your baby is doing just fine, Mr. O’Neill,” the tech said. “Here is the head,” and she pointed at a little cute blob. “Heart is beating very well, very strongly.”

Luke’s hands were gripping mine so tightly I saw the veins standing out in his forearms.

“Good, that’s good,” he said in a tight voice.

I stared at the screen at the tech pointed out the head, tiny little fists and legs all flailing around.

All perfect

Wild, fierce love filled my heart as I watched my healthy baby move on the screen. I had wanted a family for a long time, but I didn’t see it happening with the way guys were so fucking lame and always wanted one-night stands.

Luke’s grip was still so tight my hand was going numb, and I tried to rip my fingers away because I just wanted to look at my perfect baby and not think about how he was a fucking scary nutjob.

Then the tech spoke again.

“Well, would you look at that. Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. O’Neill. You’re having twins. A boy and a girl.”