Resignation

You sit back down on the toilet, one hand on your belly and the other, shaking, still holding the test, resting on top of it.

Deeeep breath.

You take a picture of the test, and send it to Alex:

CONGRATULATIONS 'DADDY' XX

It's only 8.40, so he's almost certain not to be awake yet. You hope he'll have seen it before you confront him later.

Then you have another glass of water, drop the test in the trash, give yourself a once-over in the mirror and leave the room.

Gwen is downstairs, looking at you with huge, expectant eyes. You nod, and sit down on the sofa next to her, staring at the empty fireplace.

She lets out a slow rush of air, as though she's been holding her breath ever since you went upstairs to take the test. "Wow. So I guess... you really are Summer now. For ever."

"Yep."

"And... there's definitely a kid on the way."

"Yep."

"Uhhhh... and... you seem... kinda ok with that?"

Sigh. "I guess so. There's obviously not much to be done about it now. I guess it's time to head over to Alex's and teach him a lesson... and then fuck his brains out, probably."

"Oh... uh, right."

You're getting dressed in Gwen's room while she takes a shower. You've chosen a pretty floral yellow summer dress that comes down to your mid-thighs. You couldn't find a bra that fit so you're not bothering, and after trying it on elect not to wear a skimpy white lace thong imagining that it will just get in the way.

With a few sparse strokes of eyeshadow and mascara, your naturally beautiful face has just a suggestion of smoldering sexy potential.

"How am I already so good at this?" You wonder to yourself, as you pull your luscious hair back and pin it up with a glossy yellow barrette.

You select a simple pair of sandals from Gwen's gigantic shoe collection, doing the tiny buckles up as tight as they'll go. "First and second things on the shopping list," you think to yourself, "bras and shoes that fit."

You look yourself over in Gwen's long mirror: a perfect blend of adorable and beautiful, with a promise of very sexy times ahead. In essence, you have gone for the look that you and Alex used to agree suggested 'marriage material.'

You conclude that if Alex doesn't fall in love with you the second he sees you, there is something seriously wrong with that boy.

Gwen's whistling again as she comes down the stairs. You rinse off the last of the dishes just as she enters the kitchen.

"God damn you girl, you gotta get your own clothes. I can't have you making everything of mine look better!"

"I'll have to ruin a fair few more of your outfits yet sis. I won't be able to afford a whole new wardrobe for a looooong time. Hmmm... I suppose 'ruin' is the word as it won't be long before I'm, uh, stretching these clothes out in a few places."

"I know. God. Let's see if we can get Mom and Dad to loosen the purse strings to get you started... And now," she twirls the car key around her finger and winks, "let's go see Mr. Fuckhead and give him the surprise of his life."