Finding You

Nodding, Meagan said, “And I think Gray might be attracted to her.”

Grabbing Meagan’s hands, I pulled her up and said, “You have to tell him how vile she is, Meg. Gray needs to know what kind of a bitch she is.”

Shaking her head, Meagan said, “No. If I do that then he’s going to ignore her or worse yet, say something to her and she’ll start up with something. I’ll handle her on my own but—”

“But what?”

Worrying her bottom lip, Meagan closed her eyes and said, “I overheard Gray telling Noah there was a new girl at work that was hot. Noah asked if Gray had been out with her and he said once. He said he was tired of waiting for the one girl he wanted to wake up and realize what they had . . . so he had asked Claire to go out on another date when he got back into town. He said they were going to celebrate the New Year together.”

Feeling all the air leave my body, I stood there staring at, Meagan. “So you’re going to take a back seat to this bitch, forget the feelings you have for Gray and just let her walk in and take him from you? Aren’t you tired of her taking something from you, Meg?”

Something moved across Meagan’s face as her mouth parted open. She looked at me hard for a few moments and then said, “I am. She ruined my whole college experience and by God I’m not going to let her keep getting away with this. For shits sake, I council kids on this shit.”

Smiling, I stood taller and said, “Hell yeah! Meagan, you are no longer that girl in college who let a bunch of cuntlickers bully her. You are Meagan fucking Atwood. You chew bitches like that up and spit them out!”

Meagan stood up and smiled. “Hell yeah I do! I . . . wait . . . did you call them cuntlickers?”

Nodding, I said, “Yeah. Why?”

Meagan stared at me for a few seconds before she busted out laughing. The next thing I knew, we were both on the bed laying down laughing our asses off. Noah walked through the door and looked at us as he let out a chortle.

“What’s so funny?” he asked as Meagan and I finally got some composure and sat up. Glancing over to Noah, I quickly stopped laughing as my mouth dropped open as I looked at his T-shirt.

The white T-shirt had a black and yellow sign across the top that read Oversized Load. Under the words was a figure of man, like you’d see on a construction worker sign. Except there was something drawn between the legs signifying a dick. He was holding a yellow sign that said, Caution.

Meagan busted out laughing again. She must have read the shirt. “You think highly of yourself, Noah,” she said as she got up and continued to laugh as she left the room. I could hear her laughing all the way downstairs.

Standing up, I stared at the shirt. “W-where did you get that?”

Noah smiled like he was the luckiest man on Earth. “Your dad.”

Closing my eyes, I whispered, “Holy hell. I’m going to kill him.”

“Why? I like it,” Noah said as I opened my eyes and shook my head.

“Okay, I can’t deal with that right now,” I said as I walked up and grabbed Noah by the hand and dragged him into our bathroom. Shutting the door, I turned to him and couldn’t help but notice the smile on his face.

“Hell yeah! You in the mood for some quick sex, even though everyone is downstairs? I’m all about it, baby.” Noah wiggled his eyebrows as he asked, “It was the T-shirt, wasn’t it?”

Rolling my eyes, I picked up the pregnancy test and held it up in front of him.

Noah sucked in a breath and whispered, “Oh wow.”

Smiling, I said, “Yeah. Oh wow is right. I missed my period last month and then again this month. I didn’t want to get our hopes up, so I didn’t say anything. But, this last month I’ve been feeling sick every morning. It usually hits around ten in the morning and lasts through lunch. My breasts are sore as hell and . . . well . . . I just feel it. I don’t know how else to explain it.”

Noah grabbed the box and ripped it open as he took out the test and said, “Pee, Grace. Pee like your life depends on it.”

Laughing, I took the test and made my way over to the toilet. Pulling up my skirt, I pulled my panties down and sat. Noah dropped to his knees and just stared at my lady bits.

Tilting my head, I glared at Noah. “Um . . . I can’t really pee with you staring at me like that, Noah.”

Standing up quickly, Noah took a few steps back and said, “Shit. Sorry, baby. I’m kind of excited.”

“Really? I couldn’t tell with your face practically in my vajayjay.”