Grabbed: An MM Mpreg Romance by Crista Crown & Susi Hawke

Author:Crista Crown & Susi Hawke
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Free from Aamazon
ISBN: 9781794251755
Publisher: Independently Published
Published: 2019-01-16T05:00:00+00:00

8

Preston

My room was exactly as I'd left it only days ago, but it seemed as though it belonged to another person entirely. Discarded clubbing outfits littered the unmade bed. My hair gel was still open on my dresser.

I touched my hair. It was stiff and matted. The movement drew my attention to my reflection in the mirror. The man I saw was one I did my best to hide. Behind clothes. Behind hair. Behind smiles.

Was I really any better than my father, hiding behind masks of my own making?

Father. I was going to be a father. I was pregnant.

The knowledge rushed through me with a tidal wave of fears. I'd done drugs just a few days ago, an act that seemed so utterly pointless in this moment. What if I had hurt the baby? I mean, obviously I hadn't been pregnant that night, but did the drugs hang out in your system that long?

I stumbled to my laptop and logged in, opening up a web browser.

I winced. The last thing I had searched was myself, a habit my father had instilled in me. The page had automatically refreshed, leaving me with a screen of screaming article titles and a line of photos of me partying, half-lidded, blazed out of my mind, sniffing cocaine off that omega's ass. That part of the photo was blurred, too "hot" for public consumption, the headline declared.

Clicking away from the page in disgust, I typed "drugs and pregnancy". How could I have been so stupid? Why would I have wanted to take photos of me being so stupid? Had it only been a few days? The boy in those photos looked like a stranger, and yet I could feel him deep inside me.

I had to refine my search, as the first round told me which antibiotics and painkillers were safe for me.

The results made me sick to my stomach. Some articles and comments said it wasn't harmful so early in the pregnancy, that if it was bad enough, I'd just lose the pregnancy. I clutched my stomach in protest and fear. How had this child, this potential person, become so important to me just minutes after learning of their existence?

Other sources said my past two years of life choices would affect the child’s emotional well being. That what I ate or did could result in autism, or will make the kid be an addict as an adult.

I shut the computer in a near-panic attack, closing my eyes and trying to breathe.

Dad didn't bother to knock. He just opened my door, and its soft click nearly made me bolt out of my seat. After looking around my messy room for a moment, he picked the mostly made corner of the bed and sat with a sigh. I steeled myself for a full lecture, uncertain I could handle it right now.

Dad simply said, “We need to get you to a doctor.”

The next breath was easier. My mouth opened and my thoughts started streaming out. "Yes, a doctor. They'll be able to see if the baby is healthy or not.

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