Page 76 of Chasing My Bliss
All I know is I’m stupidly, wildly happy.
The plan was for it to happen later, after I’ve graduated. I was going to walk across the stage, smile for the cameras, wear the cap that Roxy bedazzled in rhinestones. And well, I guess that’s what I did. I graduated a month ago and just got hired to become a counselor at the local children's center. Tonight we’re going out to celebrate the closing of our new house, my new job and they don’t know it yet, but we’ll be celebratingsomething elsetoo.
I already know how they’ll respond. Roxy will scream in excitement, and rush to me, wrapping me in her arms before dropping to the floor and kissing my belly. Ezra will be quiet at first, taking his time to process the information. Then the tears will prick at the corners of his eyes, as he takes me into his arms, whispering into my ear how much he loves me. How he can’t wait to see my belly grow with his baby inside of me.
This life we’ve built—it’s unorthodox, tangled, and sometimes terrifying. But it’sours. Born of obsession, secrets, and stolen moments. Forged in trauma, but shaped by love.
I place the test inside the box and slide it into my purse. Tonight, I’ll toast with sparkling cider instead of champagne. I’ll wait until dinner, maybe when the dessert comes, and I’ll tell them in the softest voice I can muster:
“I’m pregnant.”
Never in my life would I have imagined two stalkery, possessive people would lead me to have the most orgasmic relationships ever and feel such utter bliss. It’s something I don't have to chase anymore. I embody bliss now with Roxy and Ezra.
May you have your own amazing National Orgasm Day!
