Sunday's Child

Lucy put her hand to her stomach. Surely it couldn't be true. She blinked a few times, as if that could change it. It was so small, but its image filled her mind, pushing everything out and disengaging all other thought. A little mark on a piece of plastic. Positive. She was pregnant. Maybe it was wrong. Lucy picked up the cordless phone with trembling hands and began to search the phone book for a doctor. She had to know for sure.

Their relationship was fading. Lucy could feel it. They barely saw each other anymore. He had fallen out of love with her. Even now, as the sat watching TV in silence, they didn't touch. Her hands folded in her lap, and his supported his head. An idea surfaced in Lucy's mind. An idea she had been contemplating for a little over two weeks now. She decided she was willing to do whatever it took to save their relationship; even if it meant abandoning God and her strong Christian faith. She loved Ty, she couldn't lose him.

"Hey Ty?" She questioned. She played her fingers softly upon his neck.

"What?" He answered, never removing his steady gaze from the colourful picture on the screen on front of him.

"Do you want to go have a little more fun?"

"Doing what?"

Carrying out moves she had practiced a thousand times in her head, she slid herself onto his lap and began unbuttoning his shirt as she kissed him deeply. His tongue reacted naturally, mingling with hers, and tasting the inside of her mouth with wide swoops, before breaking away. His chocolate brown eyes stared deeply into her blue ones.

"Really?" He asked.

"Uh huh," She replied with a quick nod. There was no turning back. She slid his shirt over his shoulders and off his muscular body. Then she climbed off his lap, and with his hand in hers, she led him to her bedroom, where she stripped off the rest of his clothes in a hurry. He was slower undressing her, taking time to admire her full breasts in the soft light. He laid her gently on the bed and began kissing her all over. She had never, even in her wildest fantasies, imagined it could be so good. She kissed him back and explored his body with wondrous eyes. She cried out when he moved into her, part pain, part excruciating ecstasy. She clung to him and rode the waves of passion to the end, crying out with pleasure, and losing her faith with every thrust and grunt. When it was over she lay shakily in his arms, eyes closed tight to avoid the words on the poster by her door: For God so loved the word, that he gave his only begotten son, that whosoever believeth in him, shall not perish, but have everlasting life.

She disconnected the call and sat the phone on the edge of the purple bathtub. Two days from now, she would know for sure. Tears clung to her eyelashes and she brushed them away in frustration. There was no reason to cry, she reprimanded herself. It's all your fault anyway. You lost your virginity to save your relationship, and he left you anyway. Pathetic. Now what? Pregnant. She couldn't tell her parents, she would be killed for sure. Such shame. And her father the pastor of the church. What was she going to do?