Description: Leaving the only home your daughter had ever known wasnât part of the grand plan. But then again, sometimes taking chances can change your whole life. And you should know that, youâve been doing that since the start.
Pairing: Glen Powell x Reader
Warnings: Angst, cursing, sexy times - 18+ only, minors do not interact.
Word Count: 2,100
A/N:Â This is purely fiction and only for fun. I mean no harm. Apologies for the delay while I went on vacation and then came home with germs. Starting to feel better. Please let me know your thoughts as I love to read them. Likes and reblogs give me life.
*Italics are internal thoughts*
**
Glen left after dinner without his usual secret kiss goodbye. As much as you liked to protest, you were a tad disappointed he didnât try. Gwen just seemed to be hovering even more than usual, so there really just wasnât a moment for it to happen.
You were a mess throughout the meal and everyone seemed to know it. You would have actually liked for Glen and Gwen to have spent more time together, but you couldnât even sit still for an after-dinner beverage. Ellie asked more than once if you were alright which prompted you to fake a headache. Not the most convincing lie youâve ever told. To say you werenât an actress would be an understatement.
Gwen dragged you into her room as soon as Glen closed the door to leave and Ellie retired to her bedroom for the night.
âWhatâs going on?â she all but demanded, plopping down on her unmade bed.
You refused to sit or couldnât and instead chose to lean against the closed door with your arms crossed over your chest. âNothing,â you all but squeaked.
âBullshit.â
She knew you too well and damnit it pissed you off. You sighed and took a seat on the bed next to her. âIâm justâŚjust thinking about what you said about Glen and I sleeping together. Itâs not a smart thing to do.â
And here you were lying to Gwen. First Ellie and now your best friend. But you couldnât tell her that your period was late and you were now freaking out about possibly being pregnant. You were an idiot, but not that big of one.
âWell, of course itâs not smart. Shit could go wrong between the two of you and affect Ellie.â She put an arm over your shoulders and pulled you to her. âBut itâs good, right?â
You fell back on the bed, grabbed a pillow and covered your face. This was all too much.
âCome on. At least tell me that,â Gwen said. She pulled the pillow from your grasp and held it over her stomach. âA fucking hot movie star. I need the deets!â
âYeahâŚitâs good. Too good,â not controlling the smirk that formed on your face.
âI knew it!â she shouted.
You grabbed the pillow back and promptly put it back over your face.
**
Because you couldnât exactly leave the house, you would have to wait to buy a test after dropping Gwen off at the airport tomorrow afternoon. Thirty-eight years old and you were afraid to sneak out of your own home. If Ellie or Gwen heard the door and the car, theyâd want to know where you had gone. There was plenty of Tylenol in the bathroom so that couldnât be your excuse, so you would just have to wait until tomorrow. Just a measly twelve hours. No big deal. But if that were true, why did you have a stomachache in addition to your made-up headache?
**
After a torturous amount of hours later, a trip to the drugstore you didnât normally go to because you didnât want them recognizing you and see your secretive purchase, you were in your bathroom starring at a negative pregnancy test. Negative. A simple âNot Pregnantâ displayed on the small viewing window. A second test was stashed in the vanity drawer and you would take that tomorrow morning to be sure.
Negative. It was the result you wanted. It completely was. You werenât ready for a baby. You were a planner and an unexpected pregnancy was most definitely not planned. Glen and you werenât in a relationship. You were friends. But just friends. Just friends with benefits, but âfriendsâ was still the key word. Not only were you a planner in all aspects of your life, you were also a financial planner. Ellie would be going off to the University of Texas in two years and you didnât want her to graduate with debt. Glen would help, he already told you that. Said heâd pay for her full ride, but you refused. You had money set aside for her schooling, so the two of you agreed on half. There was no doubt in your mind that he would help with the baby if you were in fact pregnant, but it just wasnât right. Not the right time and not the right scenario.
But, if you wanted that negative result so badly, why were you suddenly feeling sad?
Glen had called that night and you let it go to voicemail. You werenât ready to speak to him about your possible pregnancy scare. You werenât sure you wanted him to know at all. It was negative, nothing happened, but it did make you question everything and it scared you.
He didnât leave a message but instead sent a text that asked you text him when you were free. And because you were an asshole, you didnât reply and instead turned on a movie and went to bed.
**
It was Monday and you had work to distract you. The day was filled with phone calls and client visits. Work was an easy distraction. You were toying with the decision of ending this âfriends with benefitsâ thing with Glen. He wanted to go on a family trip. A family trip! You werenât a family all together. Ellie was your family and she was Glenâs but together, no. This was just an arrangement. Was it a good one? Absolutely. But the two of you had become too comfortable and with not a lot of rules. Yes, you used protection but you werenât on any form of birth control. It was totally realistic to find yourself pregnant.
You were just a normal woman, no one special. How would the world react to you being the mother of Glen Powellâs baby. Technically, well, more than technically, you already were. And what a crazy thing to explain to anyone! Very few people knew you used a sperm donor and of course it had to be a famous one. Sigh.
**
The last meeting of the day had finished and you were on your way back to your desk to collect your bag when your phone buzzed in your hand.
Glen: Just checking in.
God, why does he have to be nice like that? Canât he be like most guys and just ghost me when I donât reply?
You did what every reasonable woman would do, you packed up your stuff and headed home. Glen could wait. You still didnât know what you wanted to say to him and prolonging your day at work wouldnât help the situation. Worst he could do was show up at your house.
Shit. You didnât want that. Once you got home and started dinner, you plopped yourself on the couch and sent Glen a text.
You: Everythingâs good here
Lame. You were so lame, but a text wasnât the place to tell him you got scared about being pregnant for less than a 24 hour period.
Glen: I donât think I can wait a couple of more days to see you.
Why is he so irresistible? It isnât fair.
As much as you wanted to see him and have him do that thing he did so well with his mouth, the competent part of you knew this thing between you was a risky game. Not only for your feelings, and Glenâs, but also Ellieâs. What if she found out? What is she found out and you and Glen stopped? How would this whole dynamic work? Of course, these were questions you should have asked yourself before the night the two of you lost control and the many subsequent nights after.
You took a deep breath and sent a text.
You: I think we need to talk.
Glen: Sounds serious.
You: Kind of is.
Glen: Can I come over?
You: Ellie is home
Glen: Can you come here?
You could go to his place since you really did need to talk, but at the same time, you shouldnât. Going would be a lot of temptation and would also require you to lie to Ellie. And you really hated doing that.
You: Dinner is about ready. Iâll message you later.
You locked the screen on your phone and yelled for Ellie to join you for dinner.
**
After dinner, you did the one thing you didnât want to do, you lied to your daughter.
âWould you mind finishing the dishes up for me?â you asked with soapy water dripping from your hands. âJenna, from work is going through a mini crisis and asked if I could go over there tonight.â
Iâm a terrible mom.
You rinsed your hands and grabbed the towel hanging from the oven handle to dry them.
âSure, mom. I got it,â Ellie said giving you a smile.
You gave her a kiss on the forehead and faked a smile. You would make it up to her somehow.
**
You pulled into Glenâs driveway without giving him the heads up. You already knew the neighborhoodâs gate code from a previous visit. The house was illuminated by a warm glow from the garage and yard lights. His silver SUV was parked to the right of the driveway, so you parked beside it.
Before even stepping on the stoop of the front door, the door was already opening. A smiling Glen stood in front of you, no doubt spotting you on his security cameras. His hair was mused and he was dressed casually in gray sweats and a white graphic tee. He grabbed your hand and pulled you into the house without saying a word and closing the door.
His lips were instantly on yours in a heated kiss and you were powerless to stop it. Kissing Glen had become one of your favorite things and no doubt it would be a hard addiction to quit.
Your bag fell to the floor with a thud waking a sleeping Brisket who yelped and then went back to sleep. You wrapped your arms around his neck playing with his already messy hair while he wrapped you in a tight hug. Everything was moving at thousand miles per second and all you could think of was âyes, this is what I want! This is perfect.â
Life decisions be damned!
Glen pulled back and kissed you once more while the two of you caught your breath,
âYouâre here.â
He really did look like a puppy dog most days. His face was always so glowy and happy. You wondered how it would feel to be in a real relationship. To feel this every day.
âI am,â you beamed back. Completely forgetting the reason for your visit.
The two of you stumbled, but basically ran to his bedroom. Clothes were quickly shed, with no time for ogling. He pushed you softly on to the mattress while he fumbled with his nightstandâs drawer reaching for a condom.
Glen joined you on the bed, both of you on your sides facing one another. His tanned skin glowed with the light of the lamp and he smiled a soft sleepy smile.
âHi,â he said softly.
The back side of his hand slid down your breasts stopping at your sex. You bit your lip as he stroked you gently before zeroing in on the zone that he knew got you hot. He shook his head at the lip in your mouth and moved his head to yours kissing you until you let go of it. You giggled and he moved his hand away and smacked your ass. It was one thing you loved about being with him, the fun side of sex with Glen. It was never too serious, yet very hot at the same time.
**
After Glen threw away the condom, he joined you back in bed, pulling just the top sheet over the two of you. He lifted his arm, a silent request for you to rest on his chest while he held you. You obliged as you always did.
This pretend domesticated relationship you both shared that was only real in the few moments after sleeping together, was nice. It was sweet. It was comfortable and sexy. But it wasnât real. You didnât date. You werenât in any kind of committed relationship. He didnât know about your every day life or routine and you didnât know about hi. He knew Ellie and he knew Gwen, but nothing of your family or other friends. And you knew none of his.
âYou said we needed to talk. What do you want to talk about?â he asked.
Anyone watched and read People We Meet on Vacation? I LOVED the book. One of my favorites of all time. Currently watching the movie and itâs so cute!
Description: Leaving the only home your daughter had ever known wasn't part of the plan. But then again, sometimes taking chances can change your whole life. And you should know that, you've been doing that since the start.
Pairing: Glen Powell x Reader
Warnings: Slight angst. Maybe a curse word or two.
A/N: This is strictly for fun as I know nothing about the personal life of Glen. This is a little off the wall too, but just go with it, it's fiction after all. This is a slow burn, but stick with me!
*Italics are internal thoughts*
**
This is it. ThisâŚisâŚit. Okay, deep breath. Plaster on that smile.
âWeâre almost there,â you sing-songed.
âMomâŚâ your daughter Ellie groaned.
Turning your head to the side, your co-pilot was currently nose deep in a book.
Better than her phone.
Sheâs a great kid and you really couldnât complain. At fifteen you were pulling away from your parents as were most of your friends. It had been the two of you for so long that you were closer than you ever were with your parents. She didnât keep secrets from you and you didnât keep any from her. That had been your deal for years.
âIâm hoping we beat the moving truck there. Would hate to pay them to sit around,â you said eyeing the clock on the dash.
âItâs a moving truck and you donât exactly have a light foot,â she replied, tucking in a bookmark and setting her book on her lap.
âWhat are you implying Ellington?â Smirk ever-present in your voice.
âItâs just that you tend to speed, mother dear. When we were on the open roads in North Carolina that was one thing, but I donât think youâll get away with that in Austin.â
âJust wait until you start driving. Youâre going to be worse than me!â you laughed. âBut your probably right.â
âDonât forget to sign me up for driving classes. You promised after the move youâd enroll me.â
âI know and I will. Letâs just get the school tour and the first few days of classes settled first. One step at a time,â you replied, giving her a soft smile.
Where did the time go?
âAnd are you ready?â she questioned.
âReady for what?â you asked, small frown appearing on your lips.
âYouâre new job. The new house. Itâs an entirely different part of the country. Itâs a lot,â Ellie sighed out. âEven I know that and Iâm the one that wanted this change.â She placed her hand over your right hand that held the steering wheel.
âIâm ready.â You nodded your head because you really were. âThis is for you, baby. But a little part of this is for me too. Change is good,â you said shrugging your shoulders. âThatâs what they say right?â You gave her a questioning look which she chuckled at.
âAbsolutely, mom,â Ellie agreed.
**
Despite your concern, the two of you made it to the house before the movers. The car was unloaded and food ordered before they even pulled up.
All of your furniture had survived the move, but now that you had it in the house, the beach vibe really wasnât matching with the red brick home. If your savings werenât mostly depleted, youâd consider purchasing a new living room and dining room set. Luckily, only one box of miscellaneous knickknacks was damaged beyond repair from the move across the country. According to your daughter, it was just an excuse to go shopping.
Ellie was tucked away in her new room organizing her clothes, promising sheâd actually go to sleep in the next thirty minutes. Tomorrow was a big day for her and you as she would tour her new school. The school specializing in engineering was the reason you were here. While she didnât inherit the social awkwardness you experienced in junior high and most of high school, she was also incredible smart. How your beautiful daughter turned out so well rounded only being raised by you was a bit of a mystery, but you thanked your lucky stars every night.
When Ellie came to you ten months ago with a glittery pink folder filled with the high schoolâs brochure, a list of courses she planned to take, a breakdown of tuition cost, nearby neighborhoods, and a recommendation from one of her teachers, you knew she was serious. She had been talking about the University of Texas since she was nine years old when her school had a special speaker that had mentioned graduating from the university. It was odd because neither of you had ever been to Texas, and didnât have any family there, but she was randomly obsessed with the school. She reminded you that when she did start her college career there, because she knew sheâd get in, it would be a lot easier on you if you lived locally, and the tuition costs would be cheaper. Sometimes she was too smart for her own good.
Reaching out to a of couple old UCLA classmates who lived in Austin was the easy part. Getting your small two-bedroom bungalow sold was the tough part. The house sat on the market for two months without so much as a nibble. The two of you got to work painting every room, replacing light fixtures, baseboards, and outlets. It paid off in the end as your house was in escrow a month later. While you liked having a home so close to the beach, it wasnât in the budget to live on Lake Austin. Your old classmate Hillary, who was happy to reconnect really steered you toward a modest one story in a nice family neighborhood. After searching Google for months, you found a rental in Rosedale that was conveniently located near Ellieâs high school. And just like that, you were saying goodbye to the only town she had ever known.
Wine. You needed wine if you were going to stop worrying and get some sleep yourself. If only you could find a wine glass. Digging through the one of three boxes labeled âdishesâ, you gave up your search when you came up empty after the first box.
âA coffee cup will do.â
Filling the mug three quarters of the way full, you headed back to the couch, resting your feet up on the cushions and thought about how your lives were going to change. Ellie was excited for a new city and school, but you were sure she also held onto some anxiety on the inside as she tended to do. Â Â
When you were three months pregnant, you moved to Wilmington North Carolina with your college classmate Peter who was nice enough to offer you a place to stay. You certainly couldnât go home to Kentucky. Not when you were pregnant and single. Not that you wanted to anyway. Wilmington and then eventually Wrightsville Beach is where you built your life for the last fifteen years and you missed it already.
You grew up in a very structured home. Middle child to wealthy parents who werenât shy about how much they made. They had goals for you and for the most part, you obeyed. Piano lessons, cello lessons, dance, although, that one ended shortly after you started. Private schools, tutors, math camp, really anything that would help you succeed. You did well in school because you worked hard. Not that you had a choice really. College and then back home to work for your fatherâs company. No doubt they had a short list of potential husbands handpicked for you by your sixteenth birthday. Youâd be engaged by twenty four, married, by twenty five, first child by twenty seven and then you would stay home and raise that child. It wasnât what you wanted. You wanted to plan out the rest of your life, not have it planned out for you. Having a child on your own terms was very much a part of your plans, although unconventional.
**
Leaving work early after only two weeks at Hayward Financial was not on your calendar for the day. Two appointments with new clients had to be canceled with new ones set up for the following week. Receiving a call from Austin Engineering Academy that your daughter missed third and fourth period was most certainly not a call you expected to get. She loved school. Always had perfect attendance except for that one year where she got very sick with the flu and had to miss three days. Missing class was more painful to Ellie than the illness itself. Maybe you missed something. Maybe she wasnât as happy as she seemed. She already had a small group of friends but maybe they werenât good kids. You slammed your hands on the steering wheel.
âWhere are you Ellington Rae?â
You had already called her cellphone three times and texted her twice as much but she wasnât responding. Home was your first stop but she wasnât there. The coffee shop was next. It was a favorite for the two of you, stopping there at least four days a week. Unfortunately, they hadnât seen her. The pizza place, sandwich shop, frozen yogurt kiosk, library, that clothing boutique she had been begging you to take her to since her friend Carmen had mentioned it, all turned up empty. On the verge of tears, you pulled back into your driveway for the second time that day and called your best friend who not only felt a thousand miles away but actually was a thousand miles away in Wrightsville Beach. This was the hard part about moving somewhere new. You hadnât met the neighbors, hadnât introduced yourself to the parents of Ellieâs friends, barely knew her teachers. You had never felt more alone than you did at that moment.
âGwenâŚâ you said, voice barely holding on.
âWhatâs wrong? Shit. Give me a second, Iâm going to step outside,â she said. You could hear movement but were to occupied to ask where she was.
You got out of the car, walking up the small sidewalk that led to the door with the phone attached to your ear and your bag in your other hand. You pushed your shoulder up to hold the phone in place while you dug for the keys.
âOkay, tell me whatâs going on,â she asked.
âIt was a mistake coming here,â you sobbed, dropping the keys on the kitchen island. âI miss Wrightsville.â
âOh babe. You love it there. You already told me you do,â she sighed.
âNot anymore. Weâre coming home. I just need, um, I just need to get out of my lease. We can stay with you right?â
âAlways. But thatâs not going to happen. Now tell me whatâs bringing this panic on.â
**
âI can do this. Just act like you know what youâre doing,â Ellie said to herself, taking a big breath, straightening her shoulders, and walking out the door.
Leaving campus after second period was a lot easier than she thought it would be. Between the hustle and bustle of the hallway, watching the exits apparently wasnât a thing teachers did. She walked three blocks from campus and ordered an Uber. The app was already on her phone from when her momâs car got a flat and they decided to get lunch rather than sit around the repair shop. Her mom would be mad at her, but this was worth it and she would apologize for it later. Her driver dropped her off in front of the booming convention center. Sheâd always wanted to go to one of these things, just never figured sheâd be ditching school to do it. The building was massive with an impressive architectural roof. The engineer in her was beaming, but she wasnât here for that. No, she was on a schedule. This was her one chance and she wasnât going to blow it standing outside. Walking past the dozen or so smokers, she made her way inside the convention center, making a stop at the registration table to grab her credentials. While most attendees lined up early to be let in as soon as the doors were open, Ellie was not the average attendee.
Checking her phone for the time, she saw the dozen or so missed calls and texts. She was going to be in so much trouble when she got home and she honestly hated herself for making her mom worry. Ellie had an hour before she could line up for the one photograph she purchased months ago. Deciding to kill time in the vendor room seemed like the best option. Maybe she could buy something for you to make up for giving you wrinkles at an early age.
After browsing for some time, Ellie settled on two matching beaded bracelets in your favorite color for each of you. Maybe when you finally forgave her, youâd wear them and go to brunch like the two of you enjoyed doing back in North Carolina.
Combing her fingers through her hair for the fourth time, Ellie leaned to the side to check the length of the line once more. There were maybe twenty to twenty five people ahead of her, so she knew it would go fast. But if she had to hear how hot Glen Powell was one more time, she was going to scream. Ellie had rehearsed what she was going to say a million times in her head, but she wasnât sure if sheâd be able verbalize the words. An opportunity like this wouldnât happen again, at least not one this easy.
She was led into a room with two other girls not much older than herself. They were here together and couldnât stop giggling. Glen said hello and both said hello in unison causing Ellie to sigh.
âHow do you want to pose for the photo?â Glen asked.
âCould we both hug you?â one of the girls asked.
âYeah, that would be okay,â Glen replied, giving them each a smile which only caused them to giggle more and Ellie to roll her eyes.
After the girls said goodbye, two more people were ushered in the room behind Ellie. The assistant urged her forward to a smiling Glen.
âHi sweetheart. How would you like to pose for our photo?â Ellie gulped in reply and didnât move. âDonât be nervous. How about I just give you a side hug?â
Ellie nodded her head as Glen wrapped his arm around her waist. She turned her head to face him, seeing that he wasnât looking at her, but at the camera.
âYouâre my dad,â she exclaimed.
Glen whipped his head to the side to face her. âWhat?â he whispered.
âYouâre my father.â
**
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Description: Leaving the only home your daughter had ever known wasnât part of the grand plan. But then again, sometimes taking chances can change your whole life. And you should know that, youâve been doing that since the start.
Pairing: Glen Powell x Reader
Warnings: Angst, cursing, sexy times - 18+ only, minors do not interact.
Word Count: 2,100
A/N:Â This is purely fiction and only for fun. I mean no harm. Apologies for the delay while I went on vacation and then came home with germs. Starting to feel better. Please let me know your thoughts as I love to read them. Likes and reblogs give me life.
*Italics are internal thoughts*
Glen left after dinner without his usual secret kiss goodbye. As much as you liked to protest, you were a tad disappointed he didnât try. Gwen just seemed to be hovering even more than usual, so there really just wasnât a moment for it to happen.
You were a mess throughout the meal and everyone seemed to know it. You would have actually liked for Glen and Gwen to have spent more time together, but you couldnât even sit still for an after-dinner beverage. Ellie asked more than once if you were alright which prompted you to fake a headache. Not the most convincing lie youâve ever told. To say you werenât an actress would be an understatement.
Gwen dragged you into her room as soon as Glen closed the door to leave and Ellie retired to her bedroom for the night.
âWhatâs going on?â she all but demanded, plopping down on her unmade bed.
You refused to sit or couldnât and instead chose to lean against the closed door with your arms crossed over your chest. âNothing,â you all but squeaked.
âBullshit.â
She knew you too well and damnit it pissed you off. You sighed and took a seat on the bed next to her. âIâm justâŚjust thinking about what you said about Glen and I sleeping together. Itâs not a smart thing to do.â
And here you were lying to Gwen. First Ellie and now your best friend. But you couldnât tell her that your period was late and you were now freaking out about possibly being pregnant. You were an idiot, but not that big of one.
âWell, of course itâs not smart. Shit could go wrong between the two of you and affect Ellie.â She put an arm over your shoulders and pulled you to her. âBut itâs good, right?â
You fell back on the bed, grabbed a pillow and covered your face. This was all too much.
âCome on. At least tell me that,â Gwen said. She pulled the pillow from your grasp and held it over her stomach. âA fucking hot movie star. I need the deets!â
âYeahâŚitâs good. Too good,â not controlling the smirk that formed on your face.
âI knew it!â she shouted.
You grabbed the pillow back and promptly put it back over your face.
**
Because you couldnât exactly leave the house, you would have to wait to buy a test after dropping Gwen off at the airport tomorrow afternoon. Thirty-seven years old and you were afraid to sneak out of your own home. If Ellie or Gwen heard the door and the car, theyâd want to know where you had gone. There was plenty of Tylenol in the bathroom so that couldnât be your excuse, so you would just have to wait until tomorrow. Just a measly twelve hours. No big deal. But if that were true, why did you have a stomachache in addition to your made-up headache?
**
After a torturous amount of hours later, a trip to the drugstore you didnât normally go to because you didnât want them recognizing you and see your secretive purchase, you were in your bathroom starring at a negative pregnancy test. Negative. A simple âNot Pregnantâ displayed on the small viewing window. A second test was stashed in the vanity drawer and you would take that tomorrow morning to be sure.
Negative. It was the result you wanted. It completely was. You werenât ready for a baby. You were a planner and an unexpected pregnancy was most definitely not planned. Glen and you werenât in a relationship. You were friends. But just friends. Just friends with benefits, but âfriendsâ was still the key word. Not only were you a planner in all aspects of your life, you were also a financial planner. Ellie would be going off to the University of Texas in two years and you didnât want her to graduate with debt. Glen would help, he already told you that. Said heâd pay for her full ride, but you refused. You had money set aside for her schooling, so the two of you agreed on half. There was no doubt in your mind that he would help with the baby if you were in fact pregnant, but it just wasnât right. Not the right time and not the right scenario.
But, if you wanted that negative result so badly, why were you suddenly feeling sad?
Glen had called that night and you let it go to voicemail. You werenât ready to speak to him about your possible pregnancy scare. You werenât sure you wanted him to know at all. It was negative, nothing happened, but it did make you question everything and it scared you.
He didnât leave a message but instead sent a text that asked you text him when you were free. And because you were an asshole, you didnât reply and instead turned on a movie and went to bed.
**
It was Monday and you had work to distract you. The day was filled with phone calls and client visits. Work was an easy distraction. You were toying with the decision of ending this âfriends with benefitsâ thing with Glen. He wanted to go on a family trip. A family trip! You werenât a family all together. Ellie was your family and she was Glenâs but together, no. This was just an arrangement. Was it a good one? Absolutely. But the two of you had become too comfortable and with not a lot of rules. Yes, you used protection but you werenât on any form of birth control. It was totally realistic to find yourself pregnant.
You were just a normal woman, no one special. How would the world react to you being the mother of Glen Powellâs baby. Technically, well, more than technically, you already were. And what a crazy thing to explain to anyone! Very few people knew you used a sperm donor and of course it had to be a famous one. Sigh.
**
The last meeting of the day had finished and you were on your way back to your desk to collect your bag when your phone buzzed in your hand.
Glen: Just checking in.
God, why does he have to be nice like that? Canât he be like most guys and just ghost me when I donât reply?
You did what every reasonable woman would do, you packed up your stuff and headed home. Glen could wait. You still didnât know what you wanted to say to him and prolonging your day at work wouldnât help the situation. Worst he could do was show up at your house.
Shit. You didnât want that. Once you got home and started dinner, you plopped yourself on the couch and sent Glen a text.
You: Everythingâs good here
Lame. You were so lame, but a text wasnât the place to tell him you got scared about being pregnant for less than a 24 hour period.
Glen: I donât think I can wait a couple of more days to see you.
Why is he so irresistible? It isnât fair.
As much as you wanted to see him and have him do that thing he did so well with his mouth, the competent part of you knew this thing between you was a risky game. Not only for your feelings, and Glenâs, but also Ellieâs. What if she found out? What is she found out and you and Glen stopped? How would this whole dynamic work? Of course, these were questions you should have asked yourself before the night the two of you lost control and the many subsequent nights after.
You took a deep breath and sent a text.
You: I think we need to talk.
Glen: Sounds serious.
You: Kind of is.
Glen: Can I come over?
You: Ellie is home
Glen: Can you come here?
You could go to his place since you really did need to talk, but at the same time, you shouldnât. Going would be a lot of temptation and would also require you to lie to Ellie. And you really hated doing that.
You: Dinner is about ready. Iâll message you later.
You locked the screen on your phone and yelled for Ellie to join you for dinner.
**
After dinner, you did the one thing you didnât want to do, you lied to your daughter.
âWould you mind finishing the dishes up for me?â you asked with soapy water dripping from your hands. âJenna, from work is going through a mini crisis and asked if I could go over there tonight.â
Iâm a terrible mom.
You rinsed your hands and grabbed the towel hanging from the oven handle to dry them.
âSure, mom. I got it,â Ellie said giving you a smile.
You gave her a kiss on the forehead and faked a smile. You would make it up to her somehow.
**
You pulled into Glenâs driveway without giving him the heads up. You already knew the neighborhoodâs gate code from a previous visit. The house was illuminated by a warm glow from the garage and yard lights. His silver SUV was parked to the right of the driveway, so you parked beside it.
Before even stepping on the stoop of the front door, the door was already opening. A smiling Glen stood in front of you, no doubt spotting you on his security cameras. His hair was mused and he was dressed casually in gray sweats and a white graphic tee. He grabbed your hand and pulled you into the house without saying a word and closing the door.
His lips were instantly on yours in a heated kiss and you were powerless to stop it. Kissing Glen had become one of your favorite things and no doubt it would be a hard addiction to quit.
Your bag fell to the floor with a thud waking a sleeping Brisket who yelped and then went back to sleep. You wrapped your arms around his neck playing with his already messy hair while he wrapped you in a tight hug. Everything was moving at thousand miles per second and all you could think of was âyes, this is what I want! This is perfect.â
Life decisions be damned!
Glen pulled back and kissed you once more while the two of you caught your breath,
âYouâre here.â
He really did look like a puppy dog most days. His face was always so glowy and happy. You wondered how it would feel to be in a real relationship. To feel this every day.
âI am,â you beamed back. Completely forgetting the reason for your visit.
The two of you stumbled, but basically ran to his bedroom. Clothes were quickly shed, with no time for ogling. He pushed you softly on to the mattress while he fumbled with his nightstandâs drawer reaching for a condom.
Glen joined you on the bed, both of you on your sides facing one another. His tanned skin glowed with the light of the lamp and he smiled a soft sleepy smile.
âHi,â he said softly.
The back side of his hand slid down your breasts stopping at your sex. You bit your lip as he stroked you gently before zeroing in on the zone that he knew got you hot. He shook his head at the lip in your mouth and moved his head to yours kissing you until you let go of it. You giggled and he moved his hand away and smacked your ass. It was one thing you loved about being with him, the fun side of sex with Glen. It was never too serious, yet very hot at the same time.
**
After Glen threw away the condom, he joined you back in bed, pulling just the top sheet over the two of you. He lifted his arm, a silent request for you to rest on his chest while he held you. You obliged as you always did.
This pretend domesticated relationship you both shared that was only real in the few moments after sleeping together, was nice. It was sweet. It was comfortable and sexy. But it wasnât real. You didnât date. You werenât in any kind of committed relationship. He didnât know about your every day life or routine and you didnât know about hi. He knew Ellie and he knew Gwen, but nothing of your family or other friends. And you knew none of his.
âYou said we needed to talk. What do you want to talk about?â he asked.
đą Such an angsty chapter. Like omg. (Loved it, though.) And a little bit of smexy times. But boy oh boy, after that cliffhanger, Iâm bracing for the next chapter.
Description: Leaving the only home your daughter had ever known wasnât part of the grand plan. But then again, sometimes taking chances can change your whole life. And you should know that, youâve been doing that since the start.
Pairing: Glen Powell x Reader
Warnings: Angst, cursing, sexy times - 18+ only, minors do not interact.
Word Count: 2,100
A/N:Â This is purely fiction and only for fun. I mean no harm. Apologies for the delay while I went on vacation and then came home with germs. Starting to feel better. Please let me know your thoughts as I love to read them. Likes and reblogs give me life.
*Italics are internal thoughts*
Glen left after dinner without his usual secret kiss goodbye. As much as you liked to protest, you were a tad disappointed he didnât try. Gwen just seemed to be hovering even more than usual, so there really just wasnât a moment for it to happen.
You were a mess throughout the meal and everyone seemed to know it. You would have actually liked for Glen and Gwen to have spent more time together, but you couldnât even sit still for an after-dinner beverage. Ellie asked more than once if you were alright which prompted you to fake a headache. Not the most convincing lie youâve ever told. To say you werenât an actress would be an understatement.
Gwen dragged you into her room as soon as Glen closed the door to leave and Ellie retired to her bedroom for the night.
âWhatâs going on?â she all but demanded, plopping down on her unmade bed.
You refused to sit or couldnât and instead chose to lean against the closed door with your arms crossed over your chest. âNothing,â you all but squeaked.
âBullshit.â
She knew you too well and damnit it pissed you off. You sighed and took a seat on the bed next to her. âIâm justâŚjust thinking about what you said about Glen and I sleeping together. Itâs not a smart thing to do.â
And here you were lying to Gwen. First Ellie and now your best friend. But you couldnât tell her that your period was late and you were now freaking out about possibly being pregnant. You were an idiot, but not that big of one.
âWell, of course itâs not smart. Shit could go wrong between the two of you and affect Ellie.â She put an arm over your shoulders and pulled you to her. âBut itâs good, right?â
You fell back on the bed, grabbed a pillow and covered your face. This was all too much.
âCome on. At least tell me that,â Gwen said. She pulled the pillow from your grasp and held it over her stomach. âA fucking hot movie star. I need the deets!â
âYeahâŚitâs good. Too good,â not controlling the smirk that formed on your face.
âI knew it!â she shouted.
You grabbed the pillow back and promptly put it back over your face.
**
Because you couldnât exactly leave the house, you would have to wait to buy a test after dropping Gwen off at the airport tomorrow afternoon. Thirty-seven years old and you were afraid to sneak out of your own home. If Ellie or Gwen heard the door and the car, theyâd want to know where you had gone. There was plenty of Tylenol in the bathroom so that couldnât be your excuse, so you would just have to wait until tomorrow. Just a measly twelve hours. No big deal. But if that were true, why did you have a stomachache in addition to your made-up headache?
**
After a torturous amount of hours later, a trip to the drugstore you didnât normally go to because you didnât want them recognizing you and see your secretive purchase, you were in your bathroom starring at a negative pregnancy test. Negative. A simple âNot Pregnantâ displayed on the small viewing window. A second test was stashed in the vanity drawer and you would take that tomorrow morning to be sure.
Negative. It was the result you wanted. It completely was. You werenât ready for a baby. You were a planner and an unexpected pregnancy was most definitely not planned. Glen and you werenât in a relationship. You were friends. But just friends. Just friends with benefits, but âfriendsâ was still the key word. Not only were you a planner in all aspects of your life, you were also a financial planner. Ellie would be going off to the University of Texas in two years and you didnât want her to graduate with debt. Glen would help, he already told you that. Said heâd pay for her full ride, but you refused. You had money set aside for her schooling, so the two of you agreed on half. There
was no doubt in your mind that he would help with the baby if you were in fact pregnant, but it just wasnât right. Not the right time and not the right scenario.
But, if you wanted that negative result so badly, why were you suddenly feeling sad?
**
Glen had called that night and you let it go to voicemail. You werenât ready to speak to him about your possible pregnancy scare. You werenât sure you wanted him to know at all. It was negative, nothing happened, but it did make you question everything and it scared you.
He didnât leave a message but instead sent a text that asked you text him when you were free. And because you were an asshole, you didnât reply and instead turned on a movie and went to bed.
**
It was Monday and you had work to distract you. The day was filled with phone calls and client visits. Work was an easy distraction. You were toying with the decision of ending this âfriends with benefitsâ thing with Glen. He wanted to go on a family trip. A family trip! You werenât a family all together. Ellie was your family and she was Glenâs but together, no. This was just an arrangement. Was it a good one? Absolutely. But the two of you had become too comfortable and with not a lot of rules. Yes, you used protection but you werenât on any form of birth control. It was totally realistic to find yourself pregnant.
You were just a normal woman, no one special. How would the world react to you being the mother of Glen Powellâs baby. Technically, well, more than technically, you already were. And what a crazy thing to explain to anyone! Very few people knew you used a sperm donor and of course it had to be a famous one. Sigh.
**
The last meeting of the day had finished and you were on your way back to your desk to collect your bag when your phone buzzed in your hand.
Glen: Just checking in.
God, why does he have to be nice like that? Canât he be like most guys and just ghost me when I donât reply?
You did what every reasonable woman would do, you packed up your stuff and headed home. Glen could wait. You still didnât know what you wanted to say to him and prolonging your day at work wouldnât help the situation. Worst he could do was show up at your house.
Shit. You didnât want that. Once you got home and started dinner, you plopped yourself on the couch and sent Glen a text.
You: Everythingâs good here
Lame. You were so lame, but a text wasnât the place to tell him you got scared about being pregnant for less than a 24 hour period.
Glen: I donât think I can wait a couple of more days to see you.
Why is he so irresistible? It isnât fair.
As much as you wanted to see him and have him do that thing he did so well with his mouth, the competent part of you knew this thing between you was a risky game. Not only for your feelings, and Glenâs, but also Ellieâs. What if she found out? What is she found out and you and Glen stopped? How would this whole dynamic work? Of course, these were questions you should have asked yourself before the night the two of you lost control and the many subsequent nights after.
You took a deep breath and sent a text.
You: I think we need to talk.
Glen: Sounds serious.
You: Kind of is.
Glen: Can I come over?
You: Ellie is home
Glen: Can you come here?
You could go to his place since you really did need to talk, but at the same time, you shouldnât. Going would be a lot of temptation and would also require you to lie to Ellie. And you really hated doing that.
You: Dinner is about ready. Iâll message you later.
You locked the screen on your phone and yelled for Ellie to join you for dinner.
**
After dinner, you did the one thing you didnât want to do, you lied to your daughter.
âWould you mind finishing the dishes up for me?â you asked with soapy water dripping from your hands. âJenna, from work is going through a mini crisis and asked if I could go over there tonight.â
Iâm a terrible mom. You rinsed your hands and grabbed the towel hanging from the oven handle to dry them.
âSure, mom. I got it,â Ellie said giving you a smile.
You gave her a kiss on the forehead and faked a smile. You would make it up to her somehow.
**
You pulled into Glenâs driveway without giving him the heads up. You already knew the neighborhoodâs gate code from a previous visit. The house was illuminated by a warm glow from the garage and yard lights. His silver SUV was parked to the right of the driveway, so you parked beside it.
Before even stepping on the stoop of the front door, the door was already opening. A smiling Glen stood in front of you, no doubt spotting you on his security cameras. His hair was mused and he was dressed casually in gray sweats and a white graphic tee. He grabbed your hand and pulled you into the house without saying a word and closing the door.
His lips were instantly on yours in a heated kiss and you powerless to stop it. Kissing Glen was one of your favorite things and no doubt it would be a hard addiction to quit.
Your bag fell to the floor with a thud waking a sleeping Brisket who yelped and then went back to sleep. You wrapped your arms around his neck playing with his already messy hair while he wrapped you in a tight hug. Everything was moving at thousand miles per second and all you could think of was âyes, this is what I want! This is perfect.â
Life decisions be damned!
Glen pulled back and kissed you once more while the two of you caught your breath,
âYouâre here.â
He really did look like a puppy dog most days. His face was always so glowy and happy. You wondered how it would feel to be in a real relationship. To feel this every day.
âI am,â you beamed back. Completely forgetting the reason for your visit.
The two of you stumbled, if not ran to his bedroom. Clothes were quickly shed, with no time for ogling. He pushed you softly on to the bed while he fumbled with his nightstandâs drawer reaching for a condom.
Glen joined you on the bed, both of you on your sides facing one another. His tanned skin glowed with the light of the lamp and he smiled a soft sleep smile. âHi,â he said softly. The back side of his hand slid down your breasts stopping at your sex. You bit your lip as he stroked you gently before zeroing in on the zone that he knew got you hot. He shook his head at the lip in your mouth and moved his head to yours kissing you until you let go. You giggled and he moved his hand away and smacked your ass. It was one thing
you loved about being with him, the fun side of sex with Glen. It was never too serious yet very hot at the same time.
**
After Glen threw away the condom, he joined you back in bed, pulling just the top sheet over the two of you. He lifted his arm, a silent request for you to rest on his chest while he held you. You obliged as you always did.
This pretend domesticated relationship you both shared that was only real in the few moments after sleeping together. It was nice. It was sweet. It was comfortable and sexy. But it wasnât real. You didnât date. You werenât in any kind of committed relationship. He didnât know about your every day life or routine an he didnât know yours. He knew Ellie and he knew Gwen, but nothing of your family or other friend. And you knew none of his.
âYou said we needed to talk. What do you want to talk about?â he asked.
Description: Leaving the only home your daughter had ever known wasnât part of the grand plan. But then again, sometimes taking chances can change your whole life. And you should know that, youâve been doing that since the start.
Pairing: Glen Powell x Reader
Warnings: Angst, cursing, sexy times - 18+ only, minors do not interact.
Word Count: 2,100
A/N:Â This is purely fiction and only for fun. I mean no harm. Apologies for the delay while I went on vacation and then came home with germs. Starting to feel better. Please let me know your thoughts as I love to read them. Likes and reblogs give me life.
*Italics are internal thoughts*
Glen left after dinner without his usual secret kiss goodbye. As much as you liked to protest, you were a tad disappointed he didnât try. Gwen just seemed to be hovering even more than usual, so there really just wasnât a moment for it to happen.
You were a mess throughout the meal and everyone seemed to know it. You would have actually liked for Glen and Gwen to have spent more time together, but you couldnât even sit still for an after-dinner beverage. Ellie asked more than once if you were alright which prompted you to fake a headache. Not the most convincing lie youâve ever told. To say you werenât an actress would be an understatement.
Gwen dragged you into her room as soon as Glen closed the door to leave and Ellie retired to her bedroom for the night.
âWhatâs going on?â she all but demanded, plopping down on her unmade bed.
You refused to sit or couldnât and instead chose to lean against the closed door with your arms crossed over your chest. âNothing,â you all but squeaked.
âBullshit.â
She knew you too well and damnit it pissed you off. You sighed and took a seat on the bed next to her. âIâm justâŚjust thinking about what you said about Glen and I sleeping together. Itâs not a smart thing to do.â
And here you were lying to Gwen. First Ellie and now your best friend. But you couldnât tell her that your period was late and you were now freaking out about possibly being pregnant. You were an idiot, but not that big of one.
âWell, of course itâs not smart. Shit could go wrong between the two of you and affect Ellie.â She put an arm over your shoulders and pulled you to her. âBut itâs good, right?â
You fell back on the bed, grabbed a pillow and covered your face. This was all too much.
âCome on. At least tell me that,â Gwen said. She pulled the pillow from your grasp and held it over her stomach. âA fucking hot movie star. I need the deets!â
âYeahâŚitâs good. Too good,â not controlling the smirk that formed on your face.
âI knew it!â she shouted.
You grabbed the pillow back and promptly put it back over your face.
**
Because you couldnât exactly leave the house, you would have to wait to buy a test after dropping Gwen off at the airport tomorrow afternoon. Thirty-seven years old and you were afraid to sneak out of your own home. If Ellie or Gwen heard the door and the car, theyâd want to know where you had gone. There was plenty of Tylenol in the bathroom so that couldnât be your excuse, so you would just have to wait until tomorrow. Just a measly twelve hours. No big deal. But if that were true, why did you have a stomachache in addition to your made-up headache?
**
After a torturous amount of hours later, a trip to the drugstore you didnât normally go to because you didnât want them recognizing you and see your secretive purchase, you were in your bathroom starring at a negative pregnancy test. Negative. A simple âNot Pregnantâ displayed on the small viewing window. A second test was stashed in the vanity drawer and you would take that tomorrow morning to be sure.
Negative. It was the result you wanted. It completely was. You werenât ready for a baby. You were a planner and an unexpected pregnancy was most definitely not planned. Glen and you werenât in a relationship. You were friends. But just friends. Just friends with benefits, but âfriendsâ was still the key word. Not only were you a planner in all aspects of your life, you were also a financial planner. Ellie would be going off to the University of Texas in two years and you didnât want her to graduate with debt. Glen would help, he already told you that. Said heâd pay for her full ride, but you refused. You had money set aside for her schooling, so the two of you agreed on half. There was no doubt in your mind that he would help with the baby if you were in fact pregnant, but it just wasnât right. Not the right time and not the right scenario.
But, if you wanted that negative result so badly, why were you suddenly feeling sad?
Glen had called that night and you let it go to voicemail. You werenât ready to speak to him about your possible pregnancy scare. You werenât sure you wanted him to know at all. It was negative, nothing happened, but it did make you question everything and it scared you.
He didnât leave a message but instead sent a text that asked you text him when you were free. And because you were an asshole, you didnât reply and instead turned on a movie and went to bed.
**
It was Monday and you had work to distract you. The day was filled with phone calls and client visits. Work was an easy distraction. You were toying with the decision of ending this âfriends with benefitsâ thing with Glen. He wanted to go on a family trip. A family trip! You werenât a family all together. Ellie was your family and she was Glenâs but together, no. This was just an arrangement. Was it a good one? Absolutely. But the two of you had become too comfortable and with not a lot of rules. Yes, you used protection but you werenât on any form of birth control. It was totally realistic to find yourself pregnant.
You were just a normal woman, no one special. How would the world react to you being the mother of Glen Powellâs baby. Technically, well, more than technically, you already were. And what a crazy thing to explain to anyone! Very few people knew you used a sperm donor and of course it had to be a famous one. Sigh.
**
The last meeting of the day had finished and you were on your way back to your desk to collect your bag when your phone buzzed in your hand.
Glen: Just checking in.
God, why does he have to be nice like that? Canât he be like most guys and just ghost me when I donât reply?
You did what every reasonable woman would do, you packed up your stuff and headed home. Glen could wait. You still didnât know what you wanted to say to him and prolonging your day at work wouldnât help the situation. Worst he could do was show up at your house.
Shit. You didnât want that. Once you got home and started dinner, you plopped yourself on the couch and sent Glen a text.
You: Everythingâs good here
Lame. You were so lame, but a text wasnât the place to tell him you got scared about being pregnant for less than a 24 hour period.
Glen: I donât think I can wait a couple of more days to see you.
Why is he so irresistible? It isnât fair.
As much as you wanted to see him and have him do that thing he did so well with his mouth, the competent part of you knew this thing between you was a risky game. Not only for your feelings, and Glenâs, but also Ellieâs. What if she found out? What is she found out and you and Glen stopped? How would this whole dynamic work? Of course, these were questions you should have asked yourself before the night the two of you lost control and the many subsequent nights after.
You took a deep breath and sent a text.
You: I think we need to talk.
Glen: Sounds serious.
You: Kind of is.
Glen: Can I come over?
You: Ellie is home
Glen: Can you come here?
You could go to his place since you really did need to talk, but at the same time, you shouldnât. Going would be a lot of temptation and would also require you to lie to Ellie. And you really hated doing that.
You: Dinner is about ready. Iâll message you later.
You locked the screen on your phone and yelled for Ellie to join you for dinner.
**
After dinner, you did the one thing you didnât want to do, you lied to your daughter.
âWould you mind finishing the dishes up for me?â you asked with soapy water dripping from your hands. âJenna, from work is going through a mini crisis and asked if I could go over there tonight.â
Iâm a terrible mom.
You rinsed your hands and grabbed the towel hanging from the oven handle to dry them.
âSure, mom. I got it,â Ellie said giving you a smile.
You gave her a kiss on the forehead and faked a smile. You would make it up to her somehow.
**
You pulled into Glenâs driveway without giving him the heads up. You already knew the neighborhoodâs gate code from a previous visit. The house was illuminated by a warm glow from the garage and yard lights. His silver SUV was parked to the right of the driveway, so you parked beside it.
Before even stepping on the stoop of the front door, the door was already opening. A smiling Glen stood in front of you, no doubt spotting you on his security cameras. His hair was mused and he was dressed casually in gray sweats and a white graphic tee. He grabbed your hand and pulled you into the house without saying a word and closing the door.
His lips were instantly on yours in a heated kiss and you were powerless to stop it. Kissing Glen had become one of your favorite things and no doubt it would be a hard addiction to quit.
Your bag fell to the floor with a thud waking a sleeping Brisket who yelped and then went back to sleep. You wrapped your arms around his neck playing with his already messy hair while he wrapped you in a tight hug. Everything was moving at thousand miles per second and all you could think of was âyes, this is what I want! This is perfect.â
Life decisions be damned!
Glen pulled back and kissed you once more while the two of you caught your breath,
âYouâre here.â
He really did look like a puppy dog most days. His face was always so glowy and happy. You wondered how it would feel to be in a real relationship. To feel this every day.
âI am,â you beamed back. Completely forgetting the reason for your visit.
The two of you stumbled, but basically ran to his bedroom. Clothes were quickly shed, with no time for ogling. He pushed you softly on to the mattress while he fumbled with his nightstandâs drawer reaching for a condom.
Glen joined you on the bed, both of you on your sides facing one another. His tanned skin glowed with the light of the lamp and he smiled a soft sleepy smile.
âHi,â he said softly.
The back side of his hand slid down your breasts stopping at your sex. You bit your lip as he stroked you gently before zeroing in on the zone that he knew got you hot. He shook his head at the lip in your mouth and moved his head to yours kissing you until you let go of it. You giggled and he moved his hand away and smacked your ass. It was one thing you loved about being with him, the fun side of sex with Glen. It was never too serious, yet very hot at the same time.
**
After Glen threw away the condom, he joined you back in bed, pulling just the top sheet over the two of you. He lifted his arm, a silent request for you to rest on his chest while he held you. You obliged as you always did.
This pretend domesticated relationship you both shared that was only real in the few moments after sleeping together, was nice. It was sweet. It was comfortable and sexy. But it wasnât real. You didnât date. You werenât in any kind of committed relationship. He didnât know about your every day life or routine and you didnât know about hi. He knew Ellie and he knew Gwen, but nothing of your family or other friends. And you knew none of his.
âYou said we needed to talk. What do you want to talk about?â he asked.
Description: Leaving the only home your daughter had ever known wasnât part of the grand plan. But then again, sometimes taking chances can change your whole life. And you should know that, youâve been doing that since the start.
Pairing: Glen Powell x Reader
Warnings: Angst, cursing, sexy times - 18+ only, minors do not interact.
Word Count: 2,100
A/N:Â This is purely fiction and only for fun. I mean no harm. Apologies for the delay while I went on vacation and then came home with germs. Starting to feel better. Please let me know your thoughts as I love to read them. Likes and reblogs give me life.
*Italics are internal thoughts*
**
Glen left after dinner without his usual secret kiss goodbye. As much as you liked to protest, you were a tad disappointed he didnât try. Gwen just seemed to be hovering even more than usual, so there really just wasnât a moment for it to happen.
You were a mess throughout the meal and everyone seemed to know it. You would have actually liked for Glen and Gwen to have spent more time together, but you couldnât even sit still for an after-dinner beverage. Ellie asked more than once if you were alright which prompted you to fake a headache. Not the most convincing lie youâve ever told. To say you werenât an actress would be an understatement.
Gwen dragged you into her room as soon as Glen closed the door to leave and Ellie retired to her bedroom for the night.
âWhatâs going on?â she all but demanded, plopping down on her unmade bed.
You refused to sit or couldnât and instead chose to lean against the closed door with your arms crossed over your chest. âNothing,â you all but squeaked.
âBullshit.â
She knew you too well and damnit it pissed you off. You sighed and took a seat on the bed next to her. âIâm justâŚjust thinking about what you said about Glen and I sleeping together. Itâs not a smart thing to do.â
And here you were lying to Gwen. First Ellie and now your best friend. But you couldnât tell her that your period was late and you were now freaking out about possibly being pregnant. You were an idiot, but not that big of one.
âWell, of course itâs not smart. Shit could go wrong between the two of you and affect Ellie.â She put an arm over your shoulders and pulled you to her. âBut itâs good, right?â
You fell back on the bed, grabbed a pillow and covered your face. This was all too much.
âCome on. At least tell me that,â Gwen said. She pulled the pillow from your grasp and held it over her stomach. âA fucking hot movie star. I need the deets!â
âYeahâŚitâs good. Too good,â not controlling the smirk that formed on your face.
âI knew it!â she shouted.
You grabbed the pillow back and promptly put it back over your face.
**
Because you couldnât exactly leave the house, you would have to wait to buy a test after dropping Gwen off at the airport tomorrow afternoon. Thirty-eight years old and you were afraid to sneak out of your own home. If Ellie or Gwen heard the door and the car, theyâd want to know where you had gone. There was plenty of Tylenol in the bathroom so that couldnât be your excuse, so you would just have to wait until tomorrow. Just a measly twelve hours. No big deal. But if that were true, why did you have a stomachache in addition to your made-up headache?
**
After a torturous amount of hours later, a trip to the drugstore you didnât normally go to because you didnât want them recognizing you and see your secretive purchase, you were in your bathroom starring at a negative pregnancy test. Negative. A simple âNot Pregnantâ displayed on the small viewing window. A second test was stashed in the vanity drawer and you would take that tomorrow morning to be sure.
Negative. It was the result you wanted. It completely was. You werenât ready for a baby. You were a planner and an unexpected pregnancy was most definitely not planned. Glen and you werenât in a relationship. You were friends. But just friends. Just friends with benefits, but âfriendsâ was still the key word. Not only were you a planner in all aspects of your life, you were also a financial planner. Ellie would be going off to the University of Texas in two years and you didnât want her to graduate with debt. Glen would help, he already told you that. Said heâd pay for her full ride, but you refused. You had money set aside for her schooling, so the two of you agreed on half. There was no doubt in your mind that he would help with the baby if you were in fact pregnant, but it just wasnât right. Not the right time and not the right scenario.
But, if you wanted that negative result so badly, why were you suddenly feeling sad?
Glen had called that night and you let it go to voicemail. You werenât ready to speak to him about your possible pregnancy scare. You werenât sure you wanted him to know at all. It was negative, nothing happened, but it did make you question everything and it scared you.
He didnât leave a message but instead sent a text that asked you text him when you were free. And because you were an asshole, you didnât reply and instead turned on a movie and went to bed.
**
It was Monday and you had work to distract you. The day was filled with phone calls and client visits. Work was an easy distraction. You were toying with the decision of ending this âfriends with benefitsâ thing with Glen. He wanted to go on a family trip. A family trip! You werenât a family all together. Ellie was your family and she was Glenâs but together, no. This was just an arrangement. Was it a good one? Absolutely. But the two of you had become too comfortable and with not a lot of rules. Yes, you used protection but you werenât on any form of birth control. It was totally realistic to find yourself pregnant.
You were just a normal woman, no one special. How would the world react to you being the mother of Glen Powellâs baby. Technically, well, more than technically, you already were. And what a crazy thing to explain to anyone! Very few people knew you used a sperm donor and of course it had to be a famous one. Sigh.
**
The last meeting of the day had finished and you were on your way back to your desk to collect your bag when your phone buzzed in your hand.
Glen: Just checking in.
God, why does he have to be nice like that? Canât he be like most guys and just ghost me when I donât reply?
You did what every reasonable woman would do, you packed up your stuff and headed home. Glen could wait. You still didnât know what you wanted to say to him and prolonging your day at work wouldnât help the situation. Worst he could do was show up at your house.
Shit. You didnât want that. Once you got home and started dinner, you plopped yourself on the couch and sent Glen a text.
You: Everythingâs good here
Lame. You were so lame, but a text wasnât the place to tell him you got scared about being pregnant for less than a 24 hour period.
Glen: I donât think I can wait a couple of more days to see you.
Why is he so irresistible? It isnât fair.
As much as you wanted to see him and have him do that thing he did so well with his mouth, the competent part of you knew this thing between you was a risky game. Not only for your feelings, and Glenâs, but also Ellieâs. What if she found out? What is she found out and you and Glen stopped? How would this whole dynamic work? Of course, these were questions you should have asked yourself before the night the two of you lost control and the many subsequent nights after.
You took a deep breath and sent a text.
You: I think we need to talk.
Glen: Sounds serious.
You: Kind of is.
Glen: Can I come over?
You: Ellie is home
Glen: Can you come here?
You could go to his place since you really did need to talk, but at the same time, you shouldnât. Going would be a lot of temptation and would also require you to lie to Ellie. And you really hated doing that.
You: Dinner is about ready. Iâll message you later.
You locked the screen on your phone and yelled for Ellie to join you for dinner.
**
After dinner, you did the one thing you didnât want to do, you lied to your daughter.
âWould you mind finishing the dishes up for me?â you asked with soapy water dripping from your hands. âJenna, from work is going through a mini crisis and asked if I could go over there tonight.â
Iâm a terrible mom.
You rinsed your hands and grabbed the towel hanging from the oven handle to dry them.
âSure, mom. I got it,â Ellie said giving you a smile.
You gave her a kiss on the forehead and faked a smile. You would make it up to her somehow.
**
You pulled into Glenâs driveway without giving him the heads up. You already knew the neighborhoodâs gate code from a previous visit. The house was illuminated by a warm glow from the garage and yard lights. His silver SUV was parked to the right of the driveway, so you parked beside it.
Before even stepping on the stoop of the front door, the door was already opening. A smiling Glen stood in front of you, no doubt spotting you on his security cameras. His hair was mused and he was dressed casually in gray sweats and a white graphic tee. He grabbed your hand and pulled you into the house without saying a word and closing the door.
His lips were instantly on yours in a heated kiss and you were powerless to stop it. Kissing Glen had become one of your favorite things and no doubt it would be a hard addiction to quit.
Your bag fell to the floor with a thud waking a sleeping Brisket who yelped and then went back to sleep. You wrapped your arms around his neck playing with his already messy hair while he wrapped you in a tight hug. Everything was moving at thousand miles per second and all you could think of was âyes, this is what I want! This is perfect.â
Life decisions be damned!
Glen pulled back and kissed you once more while the two of you caught your breath,
âYouâre here.â
He really did look like a puppy dog most days. His face was always so glowy and happy. You wondered how it would feel to be in a real relationship. To feel this every day.
âI am,â you beamed back. Completely forgetting the reason for your visit.
The two of you stumbled, but basically ran to his bedroom. Clothes were quickly shed, with no time for ogling. He pushed you softly on to the mattress while he fumbled with his nightstandâs drawer reaching for a condom.
Glen joined you on the bed, both of you on your sides facing one another. His tanned skin glowed with the light of the lamp and he smiled a soft sleepy smile.
âHi,â he said softly.
The back side of his hand slid down your breasts stopping at your sex. You bit your lip as he stroked you gently before zeroing in on the zone that he knew got you hot. He shook his head at the lip in your mouth and moved his head to yours kissing you until you let go of it. You giggled and he moved his hand away and smacked your ass. It was one thing you loved about being with him, the fun side of sex with Glen. It was never too serious, yet very hot at the same time.
**
After Glen threw away the condom, he joined you back in bed, pulling just the top sheet over the two of you. He lifted his arm, a silent request for you to rest on his chest while he held you. You obliged as you always did.
This pretend domesticated relationship you both shared that was only real in the few moments after sleeping together, was nice. It was sweet. It was comfortable and sexy. But it wasnât real. You didnât date. You werenât in any kind of committed relationship. He didnât know about your every day life or routine and you didnât know about hi. He knew Ellie and he knew Gwen, but nothing of your family or other friends. And you knew none of his.
âYou said we needed to talk. What do you want to talk about?â he asked.
