I Slept With a God

Chapter 1

I stare down at the pregnancy test in shock, finding it hard to believe what I was seeing. It was Christmas Eve and I was in my parents bathroom. And apparently I got the best, and worst gift of all today. Because I just found out that I'm pregnant. Pregnant with God's baby. A soft knocking hits the door, "Olivia, darling, are you alright in there?" I quickly stand, throwing the test in the trash and flushing the toilet.

Maybe I should start from the beginning. A month ago I thought I was about to get engaged to my totally normal, completely average boyfriend.

Grabbing my last bag, I noticed Joe's coat sitting on the bed still. I rolled my eyes and grabbed it, knowing he never goes anywhere without it. As I pick it up, I feel something hit my foot. Looking down, a small, velvet box was sitting on the floor. I set down his coat and pick it up, heart thumping. Joe and I had been together for almost three years, and although we never talked about getting married, I wasn't opposed to the idea. I open the box to see a silver ring with a bright green gem inside. Just before I can get a closer look, I hear footsteps entering the room. "Baby, have you seen my coat?" I quickly stuff the box back in the pocket before turning around and holding it out to him.

"Here you go!" I smile warmly, trying to will any indication that I just saw what was likely an engagement ring in his coat pocket.

"Thanks, baby," he leans in to press a kiss to my cheek before taking it, then grabbing my bags. "Let's go before we're late." I nod and follow him out to the car. Today was Thanksgiving and we were leaving for my parents' house. It was still early in the day, but they lived a few hours away. Joe was offered a promotion, so we moved further away to take it. It was difficult for me at first, finding a new job, but I was happy now with my position.

The ride lasted a few hours, and I spent most of it gazing out the window. Joe and I didn't talk like we used to. He droned on and on about the latest gossip at his work, classic boy conversations about who spent the night with the hotter girls. I had met his coworkers a few times before and I was not a fan. They always treated me like a piece of eye candy and Joe had to keep his arm wrapped tightly around me to keep them away. The rolling hills and city lights kept me distracted as he rambled.

We finally reached my parents house at around three. After spending the last few hours driving, I was growing a bit tired. I stood from the car, stretching my hands over my head. I had a Thanksgiving dinner to help cook up, after all. I grabbed my bags from the trunk and headed to the door, setting them down to knock on it.

My sister answered the door swinging it open in excitement. "Hi!" She waved at me before pushing past me and jumping at my my boyfriend. He quickly dropped his bags and wrapped his arms around her waist, spinning her. She let out a happy laugh. "Joe Joe!" She shrieked happily.

Emily was my, barely 18 year old, sister. Joe and I had been friends long before we were dating, so he was like a part of the family. He was like a big brother to her, having been there through all of the drama of her teenage years. "Emmy!" He grinned at her, easily tossing her over his shoulder, causing more laughter to leave her lips. He started tickling her sides, walking with her into the house. I should have seen it then, the way they looked at each other. Joe was far more happy to see Emily than he had ever been to see me.

I grabbed my bags and went in the house, leaving them by the door as my mom greats me. "Olivia," she smiles warmly, pulling me into a hug.

"Hi, mama. It's nice to see you." I hug her back before spying my dad over her shoulder.

"Oli-bear!" He grins, holding his arms out. I leave my mom's arms to hug my dad.

"Hey dad," I grin back at him, happy to see both of my parents again.

"Let me help with your bags," He quickly reaches for my bags, grabbing them and taking them upstairs. I walk back outside to grab my boyfriend's forgotten bags, bringing them inside as well. I put everything away in our room before making my way to the kitchen and helping my mom cook. The sound of my sister's laughter with my boyfriend rings through the house, yet I was still clueless.

"Dinner will be ready in ten minutes." I pop my head into the living room, seeing Emily and Joe whispering on the couch over their phones. Joe looks up and nods before I slip back into the kitchen to finish setting the table. I hear the two slip upstairs at some point, my mom going to grab them once the table is set and we're waiting.

Every year before we eat, we go around the table and all list something we're thankful for. My dad always starts, "I'm thankful to have such a wonderful family. You all bring me joy every day."

My mom goes next, "I'm thankful for the opportunity to have gone to school. I know the woman in my family worked hard to get me an education, and reading always brings me happiness."

Emily takes her turn next, clasping her hands in front of her. "I'm thankful for love." she shifts her hands and something silver flickers on her finger, "Love is so powerful and can make anything happen," as she turns her hands to set them down on her lap, my eyes catch a glimmer of green. My gaze immediately snaps to Joe, then to the ring again.

He clears his throat, "I'm thankful to be a part of this family. You have always accepted and welcomed me, I could never say thank you enough." My mother leans across the table to take Joe's hand, giving him a warm smile.

"A few grandbabies might do the trick," she winks and Joe gives a slight laugh. But me? I wasn't laughing. Everyone turns their gazes to me, waiting for my turn to speak.

"Oli-bear?" My dad asks after a moment of silence, but my eyes were still trained on the ring sitting on my sister's finger. After a few seconds, Emily's gaze follows mine, landing on the jewel. She suddenly looks guilty, and that's all the confirmation I needed.

I stand from the table, my parents looking startled. "Please excuse me, I'm not feeling well." I turn around and walk away. I didn't want to ruin Thanksgiving, but how could I sit still and play as if everything was good, listening to my mom talk about grandchildren when my boyfriend had a ring in his pocket. A ring that now, suspiciously, sits on Emily's wedding finger.

I make my way to our room, packing away the few things I had pulled from my bags. A few seconds later, Joe approaches behind me. "Babe, what's going on?" I ignore him at first, feeling my eyes start to burn. Her grabs my arm, trying to get my attention, but I rip it from his grip, turning around with a fierce glare.

"Don't play with me, Joe. I saw the ring. The one Emily is wearing, you had it." A few tears start to fall and I find myself pushing him away from me. He stumbles back a few feet, but doesn't stop me, looking surprised. "All these years I've ben stupid, thinking it was just you trying to be a good friend and acting like a brother to her, but you've always wanted her. It's always been Emily, hasn't it?" I turn back around, grabbing my bags.

"Olivia, baby, we can talk about this." He doesn't deny anything, just accepting it, but I didn't want to hear it.

"No. I'm over it, Joe. We're done. Have fun with your new fiance." I shove past him, running down the stairs and to the door.

"Olivia?" my mother calls from the kitchen doorway, looking concerned. "Are you okay, sweetie?"

"Have a nice Thanksgiving, mom. I love you." I pause at the door to give my dad whatever smile I can muster before leaving quickly. Throwing my bags in the trunk, I don't stop to acknowledge the voices calling out to me.

Joe was a mistake, one I desperately wanted to forget.