Chasing the Moon

by S.M. Soto

In this new position, I feel something trickle out of me and drip between my legs, remnants of what just transpired between us. It hits me then. My eyes widen. I sit upright, glancing down at the bed, then back to Endymion. His eyes are heated, darker than they were only moments ago, as he stares down between my legs. My heart kickstarts, racing in my chest, and I swallow thickly. “I’m not on birth control, Endymion.” Slowly, he glances up at me and quirks a brow. “And?” My lips press together in disapproval. “And? And this is exactly how I got pregnant with Luna in the first place. Because we didn’t use protection.” Jesus, why does sex with this man always turn my brain into mush when it comes to protection? He grinds his teeth together, causing the muscles along his jaw to jump with frustration. “I take it this is a problem for you?” My eyes slam shut. A spark of anger flicks to life in my chest at how obtuse and nonchalant he’s being. “We can’t do that, End.” I sigh. “We have to be responsible and think about Luna.” He grunts. “I am thinking about Luna. She told me she wants a sister or a brother. She told me she wants to be a real family, and I want to give it to her.” My chest squeezes. “You can’t give a child these things if you’re not even sure you want them. It isn’t fair.”

YALL, IM FUCKING LIVID! THIS IS RAPE!