Kristen realizes she's out of birth control

"Kristen? Where are you baby??" you ask groggily the next morning, knowing you were still in her bed, but not seeing her next to you.

"In the bathroom, be out in a second," she calls back, only to hear her demeanor begin to change when she appears to start panicking about something.

"FUCK!! WHERE ARE THEY!!??!!" she cries out as she starts to rummage rather loudly through some things in the bathroom before storming back into her bedroom and letting you on what she's panicking about.

"I can't find my fucking birth control and it's that time of the fucking month," she tells you, realizing that as much as you and her went at it the night before that she was probably risking a pregnancy otherwise.

"Kristen, relax, I'm sure you just misplaced them," you tell her, quite sure she has probably gone through them all by now as you try to hold her in your arms and calm her down.

"I can't believe I was so fucking stupid to let you touch me without any pills on me," she snaps at you, before apologizing and wrapping herself up in your arms a little more.

"John...listen...I'm sorry," she tells you, her tone softening as she kisses you, "we did both get really high last night and I probably just forgot I ran out. I've always wanted kids, so it might not be the end of the world if I get pregnant, either."

"That's better Kristen," you tell her as you make out with her for a few minutes, briefly thinking about fucking her again before you both realize you have to start your work day, "if you want, you can come by the office after work and I can accompany you to buy a pregnancy test."