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going to
be like going forward. People were going to judge me for what I did with
Bradley and the fact I was pregnant so soon. I couldn’t go off and explode at
every person who said or did something. I would spend all my time angry and it
wouldn’t benefit the baby at all.
    I made it back to
Bradley’s apartment without anyone from the press seeing me. The sun was high
in the air and the sky looked crisp and blue, as if we were all trapped in a
giant marble. I pressed my hands against my stomach and closed my eyes, focusing
on my breathing. I had two hours until Greg had to be picked up from school. He
said the kids had been talking and been making rude remarks to him but he had
managed not to act out. I didn’t know for how long. I debated having him
homeschooled but then he would be isolated. I felt confused, unable to make a
choice or follow one through.
    “Serena?”
    I turned around to see
Bradley coming into the living room, a small smile on his face. I smiled back.
    “Hey.” I said as he
walked over.
    “How did the doctors
go?”
    I smiled, “I am
officially pregnant.”
    Bradley broke out into
that smile I loved and then peered closer at me, “What’s wrong?”
    It came rushing out of
me all then, my concerns about the baby, about what people would think as well
as the sly remarks the doctor had made. Bradley listened, having me sit on his
plush couch and held my hand. As I finished, I felt more relaxed, as if a dam
had broken and I had spilled out everything.
    When I finished, he
squeezed my hand, “I’m sorry,” He said to me, “I didn’t even think of all of
those things.”
    I shook my head, “It is
okay. I’m just feeling overwhelmed, I guess.”
    Bradley leaned forward
and kissed me. Gently at first, in the reassuring way he could do so well and
then harder, his tongue sliding in my mouth. I kissed back, letting the warmth
flow through me, feeling okay when he kissed me like that. His hands trailed
through my hair, sending shivers up and down my back. He kissed down my neck
and I sighed, contented.
    Bradley slid down to
his knees in front of me on the couch, sliding open my legs. He ran a finger up
my thigh until he reached the front of my panties and trailed a finger down the
front. I let out a small whimper, shutting my eyes again as he ran another
finger down. 
    “Lift your hips.” He
said to me, his voice husky.
    I obeyed, lifting my
hips up as he slid my underwear off of me. Then I felt his tongue darting in
between my legs. I let out another sigh as he began to go down on me, his hands
gripping my thighs as he worked his tongue around me, in me, touching me, his
fingers squeezing my thighs. The pleasure ran over me in waves as I shut my
eyes tighter, gripping the couch, my hands making fists as I rocked my hips in
time with his tongue thrusting in me. I could hear him murmuring my name as he
worked on me down there.
    Soon he slid a finger
in me as he sucked on my clit. He began pumping the finger in slower as I
moaned louder. I was happy we were alone, safe in his apartment, with no one
around and no one able to burst in. I let myself go, moaning, my face flushed
and sweat beading my brow. His finger pumped harder and he slid another one in
as his tongue darted along my clit, sucking on it once and a while.
    I felt the pressure
mounting as he worked on me. I moaned his name — once, twice, one more time as
if for good luck. Then I arched my hips and came. It came in waves along my
body, the pleasure wracking me, making me warm all over as it built and built
inside me.
    As I came down from my
orgasm, I lay against the couch, trying to catch my breath. I wiped the sweat
from my brow as Bradley pulled up my panties and then leaned over and kissed
me. I could taste myself on his mouth.
    “Thank you.” I
breathed.
    Bradley just smiled.
     

Chapter 8
     
    It was later in the
night and I was helping Greg with his homework at the long oak table. He was
trying to solve a math problem that