A month later

Time flew buy after that. I had a chat with Paul that evening and he was very understanding. No doubt the black lacy garter, stockings and machinng lingerie I was wearing at the time helped with that. We agreed that we should start using protction for a few weeks at least. If I got my period withing the next month I could start taking birth controll pills, and if not I was probably pregnant and it didn't matter.

When we got back to the university there was a whole lot of paperwork to take care of. I had to get a whole new set of ID and re-register myself everywhere with my new identity. Once all the paperwork was in order we celebrated by flushing the other part if the choice pill down the toilet. No going back now.. not that it would help anyway I thought to myself. It's a month now and I had seen no sign of my periode.

It was saturday morning, and I woke up early. Got out of bed and shuffled into the kitchen. Got out the box of cereal, and started searching around for the milk. Where the fucks the milk? Paul was suppose to get milk. You felt the frustration build. Gah! fucking paul, forgetting the fucking milk! How were you suppose to go to the gym with no breakfast? It would be a compleatly wasted session. You would crash 5 minutes into your workout.

Frustrated you went to go get dressed. Might as well just go for a jog or something then. Paul could get his lazy ass out of bed and get milk while you were out. You slipped on your running thights, and sports bra. Dham these things are tight. Walking past the mirror you stop and do a double take.. What? the fuck.. your stomach.. where you actually pregnant? and if you were, wasn't it a bit early to start showing? It had been a month, with how much Paul had cum inside you those first days it seemed likely that you where pregnant. You quickly grab the airpods and head out. Do a jog, clear you head. That always seemd to help when you got stressed out.

Five minutes into your usuall route you feel a jolt of pain. You stomach churns. Fuck your hungry, didn't think you would be this hungry from just a little jog. You push through, and after another painful 20 minutes you almost crawl back into your apartment, and onto the couch. Pauls up now "Hey babe, nice jog?" You mearly growl at him. "wooow wants wrong?" he asks. "You forgot to buy milk" you say through gritted teeth. "And now im starving". "Oh sorry, it compleatly slipped my mind. I can get some later." Later? what the fuck, he could dham well get some now!. You jolt yourself up and throw a pillow at him. "No you can get some now!" you scream.... pop.

It's the strangest feeling you have ever felt... The stabing hunger in your stomach poped... for lack of a better term. It was a pop and a gush. You panties are wet. You get up pull down you pants to look. "What are you doing?" Paul asks. clearly startled by both your rage and your actions. Theres blood. You bleeding... you mind takes a moment to process. And the momentary relief from your stomach pain goes away. It hurts like hell again. "I got my period!" you exclaim to Paul who is just standing there dumbfounded.

Quickly you make your way to the bathroom and call Cindy. She calms you down, and talks you through the proper use of tampons.

"I also recommend you take som ibuprofen. It helps".

"Thanks Cindy I don't know what I would do without you."

"Anything for my future sister-in-law right. How is your mood otherwise, I turn into a real bitch."

Oh fuck. You think back on the day so far. You wanted to strangle Paul for not getting milk earlier. "I might be a small nightmare to live with" you confess. "I didn't realize at the time but I wanted to **** Paul this morning because he forgot to buy milk. I even threw a pillow at him." Cindy laughs. "You might be worse the me then."

You hear the door open and close as Paul comes back, evidently having been to the store. "I bought milk!" He calls out. You smile and feel nice warm feeling in your chest. Pauls the best.