Incentive

Epilogue

~*Six Years Later*~

I was in hell.

Hell.

I probably shouldn't have felt like I was being tortured.

But I did. Feel like I was being tortured, I mean.

Austin and I were getting married tommorow.

I was a huge bundle of emotions and nerves, but happiness was probably the main emotion I was feeling - only my being tortured kind of covered that up.

You're probably wondering exactly why I felt like I was being tortured - it's because for an entire week now, I hadn't seen him.

You know the way the groom isn't meant to see the bride on the night before the wedding?

Yeah, Trish had decided not to let him see me for the entire week before the wedding.

Trish had actually made him stay at Dez's all week long.

You'd think, with me being twenty-four and all, that I'd've grown some back-bone over the years, but I guess not.

I had been a total bridezilla this entire week - not seeing Austin had a major part in that, obviously, but whatever the reason, for the first time in my life, people were actually starting to become afraid of me.

The poor girl that was fitting me for my wedding dress had taken to speaking when spoken to and not looking me in the eye.

Another weird thing was that I seemed to be getting upset over the strangest things - I had straight up sat down on the floor in Target and started sobbing when I couldn't find the exact color for the bath mat that I wanted to buy for the apartment.

I mean, I knew I was emotional, but damn.

Back to the reason I felt that I was being tortured - well, there was the Austin thing of course, and then there was also the fact that there was a party going on and my apartment.

My bachelorette party.

I had told Trish at least one-hundred times not to throw me a party.

Did she listen?

Nope.

I was sitting here, in the semi dark room as loud music blasted through some speakers, and strobe lighting illuminated the otherwise dark room, and loads of different people who I didn't think Trish had even invited, poured into the apartment.

I couldn't even bring myself to tell them to get the fuck out.

I just felt so tired, and bored and also kind of horny.

Not seeing your boyfriend - fiance - for a week does that to ya.

Wow, best party ever.

I felt my phone vibrating against my left thigh right about then, and I reached into my pocket to get it out.

When I saw it was a text from Austin, my face immediately lit up.

How's my favorite brunette doing? -Austin

But then, I remembered that we weren't meant to be having any contact and looked around for Trish or any of her spies, and saw that none of them were looking my way.

But, just in case, I crept away to the bedroom in the apartment that Austin and I shared.

There were two, but the other one was mainly for show, and also to kind of make our parents happy, since we'd started living together when we were so young and all.

When I to the bedroom door, I placed my hand on the doorknob and remembered all of the times that Austin had had me up against it, too impatient to get inside, and shivered, then groaned in frustration at the fact that he wasn't here.

About then was when my phone rang. I looked down at it, and then picked it up, opening the door as I did.

"Too impatient to wait for me to text back?" I wondered.

I heard his quiet laugh for the first time in seven days, and I didn't fully know until then just how much I missed him.

"You got it." He said.

I opened the bedroom door then, and saw a dunk guy and girl making out on our bed.

I screamed, and then guy pulled away from her, covering his ears. "Holy fuck," He groaned.

"Get out!" I yelled.

"Aw, come on," The girl said. "We were here first."

"It's my fucking room," I spat. "Now go!"

"Okay, okay, geez," The guy said, dragging the girl somewhere else.

"Damn," Austin said, after I had locked the door and gone to sit on the bed, and put the phone back to my ear. "Never heard you get so mad before,"

I sighed. "Yeah, well. Being forced to have a party in your home dos that to you, I guess."

"You're not having fun?"

"The exact opposite," I mumbled, then added, "Are you?" I asked, knowing Dez would want to celebrate his least night of being a bachelor.

"Oh, yeah. I'm at a strip club. It's great,"

I raised my eyebrows. "What?"

"Kidding, kidding,"

"No, it's fine. It would make me feel better about the fact that Trish hired a stripper."

There was a pause. "What?"

I giggled. "Kidding!"

I heard him sigh in relief. "So," He said. "You're not having fun?"

"Nope," I said, wondering where he was going with this.

"Well, I'm pretty sure there's a hotel about ten minutes away from the apartment..."

I smiled. "Mr Moon," I said, y voice all formal. "Are you suggesting that we have relations when our friends have forbidden it?"

"Yes."

"I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

"Can't wait."

Lying, naked, with my head on an equally naked Austin's chest, was one of my favorite things to do after sex.

"What do you think Trish and Dez are gonna do when they find out we're gone?"

I heard a smile in his voice when he replied. "They'll probably figure out we're together and get all angry."

I laughed. "Good call, switching off our phones by the way," I told him.

"I try,"

I sat up, then, and looked at him,and that, folks, was when I started crying. I shit you not. I actually started to sob.

"Hey," He said, all soft. "Ally, what's wrong?"

And then he wrapped an arms around my shoulder, and started to rock me really gently, and then I started to cry even more because he was so sweet and I loved him so much.

"It's just that-" I took I deep breath, and it all came out,broken up, between sobs. "Trish and Dez tried so - h - hard to help us- and- th - they told us to st - stay away fr - from each other - and we- we've let them -d - down and th- they just w - wanted to m- make us h - h - ahappy and-

"Ally," He stopped me. "Sure, they're probably kind of and, but they'll get over it. They always do. And maybe they were trying to make us happy - in their way, but did it work?"

I shook my head.

"Exactly."

He looked at me a little closer then. "What's up, Ally? You seem... different?" He paused, waiting for an answer. When he didn't get one, he asked, "Is it the wedding nerves?"

"I don't know," I mumbled. "I've been feeling sick lately, and my moods are so extreme, and it could be nerves but I don't think so-"

I stopped there because he was staring at me in this awed way.

"What?" I asked.

He suddenly pulled the blanket off of me, looking down at my torso area, the same awed look in his eyes.

"What?" I asked again, staying on my back, but propping myself up on my elbows and looking down at my naked body.

"When was your last period?" He asked.

I blinked, unable to make sense of his question.

"I dunno, a few weeks."

"How many?"

I looked down again, and then at him. He was looking at me by this point, and out gazes locked, and a startled gasp escaped me as I realized.

"Oh."

"Yeah,"

"So you think...

"Uh-huh,"

"So I..."

"Have a small person inside of you? Yep."

A large grin replaced my confused expression, and the same happened with Austin.

"Oh my God," I breathed, resting my hand on my stomach. "It all makes sense now... But I guess I should've noticed. I mean, it's been over two months since my last period."

He rolled his eyes. "Two months pregnant and you don't even know it," He teased.

No-one said anything for a while. We both just sat there, looking into each others eyes for an immeasurable moment.

"You know what this means," He said, breaking the silence.

"We're going to be parents?" I guessed.

"No. Well, yeah, but that's not what I meant... What I mean is... I just had sex with a pregnant girl,"

I gasped, and reached out to smack his arm, but he dodged out of my way, laughing.

"You are the crudest person I know,"

He was still laughing, and now I was, too.

"It explains some stuff, I guess," He pointed out.

"Like what?"

"Well, your orgasms have been pretty intense lately..."

I blushed scarlet. "You can tell?"

He nodded. "It's pretty hot. Your legs shake really bad... And you scream louder than usual, and-"

"Okay!" I cut him off, dying of embarrassment. "What do my orgasms have to do with pregnancy, anyway?"

He shook his head at me. "Didn't you listen in Health Class back in High School? During pregnancy, you're more sensitive down there." He eyes gleamed. "And it does sound kind of fun, if you think about it,"

I shrugged, sighing. "I guess..."

"So now you get my enthusiasm about pregnant-sex?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I get it," I paused, then added, "But, maybe we should test it... Just to make sure pregnant-sex is the best type of sex?"

He grinned, and leaned towards me, kissing me on the lips. "Sure," He said. "I'm all for experiments..."

Some of you guys noticed that the story didn't say "completed", and that was because I knew I might write an epilogue, but didn't want to say because there was a strong chance I might now.

But here you go, anyway - the epilogue.

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