In a hushed tone, he asked, “Is everything okay?”
“I’m not pregnant!” I wouldn’t have believed it, but speaking those words to him made me feel a thousand times better than when I spotted the blood in my underwear.
My words echoed around the room, and I flushed, clapping my hands over my mouth. Grinning, Brett gave me a chaste kiss, and we hurried outside.
“Right after I went in there, I started my period,” I said. “I’m so sorry. It’s been six weeks and I’m always so regular and…”
“Shh.” He kissed my forehead, smoothing back my hair. “It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you’re okay and we’re going to get through this.”
“That’s not all that matters.”
“I know. We need to make sure this doesn’t happen again. Do you want to maybe… wait? Not have s*x again?”
I wondered if this wa
