Warmth and worries

That hand against your belly is like an electric shock. You still don't know how to feel about being a girl, never mind pregnant. Then there's the question of how you'll raise the child, how you'll be as a mother.

As the panic attack starts to set in Trish turns your head and stares into your eyes. She tells you, "We're going to be okay," and pulls your body against hers.

It's a little annoying to some part of you. It should be you holding some girl and telling her it will all be okay. On the other hand it's deeply comforting. As you stare into Trish's eyes she starts playing with your hair. It's something that always drove you nuts as a guy, your sister did it to you all the time when you were younger. Now you find yourself rubbing up against Trish as she gently slides some strands over your ear.

"We can't just spend the whole day in bed," you tell her.

She sighs and says, "Yeah, but I sure want to. Your body could drive a monk to distraction." To drive the point home she slides those fingers from your ear down your neck, your side and finally rests them lightly on your bum. She grins and asks, "Why can't we do that?" as she squeezes your butt.

You move her hand to your back, somewhere a little less distracting and say, "Because I've got to figure out how to be a girl now."

Trish's other hand snakes up from beneath her and pats your belly. "I think you've got all the important stuff worked out."

Now she's just being difficult. You move quickly, rolling Trish onto her back and straddling her. You pin her arms and let it all flow out, telling her, "I don't have any ID - any history at all! I don't have a job or much money. I don't have my own place. I have no idea what my family will think or if I should even tell them. I'm pregnant and I don't even have a doctor to go to. Sex really isn't the first thing on my mind!"

Trish is silent for a moment, then she gives you a big smile and says, "I may have some ideas." When you relax a little and let go of her arms she explains, "I know some people who might be able to get you a new ID. Benefits of having had to change my own ID a while ago."

Her hands slide up your arms and she rubs your shoulders before continuing. "I'll be moving out to go to college soon. So you can move in with me - no problem. Well, for a few months you might have to hide here, but that's not a big problem."

"You just want me to hide under the bed?"

Trish pulls you down until your breasts are sliding against hers. "No need to go that far - I just want you to hide under the sheets. But seriously, my parents are really busy right now because of overtime at work - they're making bank, but they're dead tired when they get home. We can do this."

As her hands run over your back, once again relaxing your muscles she says, "As for your family I guess we have to watch them. See what that mystery woman did to them. Heh, by now they might think they've always had a daughter your age." Thinking that bitch might have been messing with your family doesn't help your calm, but you have to admit Trish has a point.

"As for the baby - didn't I just say I thought I was sterile? It may be a shock to you, but this" - she rubs your belly firmly - "is the best news I've had all year. It's selfish, I know, but I've always wanted kids. Can you forgive me? Can you be happy with me?"