Yes

Four weeks later...

Emma was in her house when nausea suddenly hit her.

It happened like this: she ordered her favorite pizza, but when the box was opened, she felt saliva gather on her tongue, and then an intruding feeling came up her throat. She had no time to think. Rushing out to the bathroom, Emma managed to get the toilet lid up in the last second before vomiting violently into the porcelain bowl.

For a minute long, she was hunched over the toilet, waiting for her last meal to come back up.

When Emma finally stopped throwing up, she sat back against the wall, resting and breathing hard. It stung and the taste in her mouth was horrible, but she didn't think she was sick. It's one of the reactions she has been waiting for.

A couple of minutes later, she slowly stood up and opened the cabinet. Inside was something she has brought months ago: a box labeled "Pregnancy Test: Guaranteed to be accurate in 99.99% of pregnancies." She said on the same toilet and began to pee on the test.

The next thirty seconds felt like forever. Emma's emotion was a mix of thrill, excitement, and anxiety. Finally, she inhaled a deep breath, holding the test between her hands and glaring at the result.

It's positive.

She jumped up and paced around the room. She knew it would end up like this a long time ago, but the confirmation still make her happy.

Her belly was smooth and slightly tanned as it always was. Being an actress, Emma must always keep herself in trim shape, but now it wasn't necessary anymore. Gently she ran her hands down that tiny slop, followed the subtle line from her sternum down to her belly button where it faded away, and stared closely. She did seem bigger -- not much, and she hadn't noticed it at all before, except that her shirts felt a little tighter and her bras weren't fitting. All indicated that something very different was happening inside her right then.

She remembered how Samuel's hands wrapped around her waist, those black fingers rubbing on either side of the pale belly she was looking at now. She reveled in the memory - the contrast his hands had against her fair skin, the way he gripped her waist, the pressure when he went inside her. And more than anything, the warmth of his semen in her womb.

She let herself be impregnated for a movie, but she completely forgot about it. All her thoughts were focused on the fact there was a life growing inside her now.

She quickly grabbed her phone, looked for Samuel's number, and sent a text message.

"Congratulations! You Are A Father!"