Adam & Eve

The next morning during breakfast, he noticed she was looking pale and was picking at her food, hardly eating any of it.

"Don't you like it?" he frowned. He thought he'd done a decent job with breakfast—fried eggs and bacon and OJ.

She shook her head, barely chewing what was in her mouth.

"Are you ok?" He asked this time, his voice tense.

"Yes... just tired." She nodded. But really, she looked exhausted far more than she should be, but maybe all the rough sex last night had taken a toll on her. He mentally scolded himself for losing control. Again. Every time he told himself he would let her be and take it easy on her, something about her wakes up that part of him that enjoys her cries and screams. Then when she was squirting around him, he couldn't stop himself; he wanted more and more of it.

He did some mental math; they'd been pretty sexually active for weeks now, and he had not used a condom which he always always used with other women. With Eve he had this incredible need to spill himself inside her, to soak himself in her sweet essence. A desire he never had with anyone else. Was this enough time for her to be pregnant? He didn't know anything about conception, he was only an expert in the act that led to it. He made a mental note to google it later.

"Are you on the pill?" He asked carefully.

Eve looked up surprised.

"No.... "she hesitated "do you want me to be?"

"No!" he replied quickly. "I mean yes.... I don't know," he said, throwing his hands up, perplexed.

"Do you want to be on it?" He asked tentatively.

"I don't know..." she replied exasperated. "You brought it up, I haven't even thought about it." she snapped.

"What if you get pregnant?" he queried

"I won't...." She replied quickly but then looked up guiltily. "I mean, I don't think so.. but I'll take something ..." she trailed off, hoping to get him off this topic.

He decided not to push that topic something in her demeanor told him she wasn't ready for but neither was he. All he knew was that he never felt about anyone the way he felt about Eve. It was different this time, everything was different, and he wanted babies with her, but right now, he just wanted her all to himself.

"I want you to have my babies, Eve..." he said in a quiet voice, and it definitely came out of nowhere. Even he was surprised at the words.

She froze for a moment and smiled but said nothing.

"We have to go to the office. Remember, it's the unveiling of the cover today, and there will be press there," She reminded him gently, effectively pushing away from the uncomfortable topic.

He had almost lost track of time; it happened a lot with him when he was with Eve. He gets lost in her words and forgets everything else. David was frantically calling them to see how far away they were.

"I will be just a minute," Eve said, running in to get changed. Adam threw on a tee and jeans and headed to the great room to wait for her.

That's when he saw it, her bright red purse sitting right there as if waiting for him to look inside it. He hated every part of that curiosity which was eating away at him. He knew now it wasn't birth control pills or vitamins, so what were they? He knew he should just ask her instead of what he was considering doing. That is what a sensible person would do, but when it came to Eve, Adam was anything but sensible. He reached over and opened her purse, and there they were, the two bottles of prescription pills. A deep pressure started building at the base of his chest shadowy fingers wrapping around his heart. What did this mean? Was she using is he right about this? Was she sick?

A Dr. Rhonda Wilson prescribed them. He quickly jotted down the name and number on a piece of paper, stuffing it in his pocket. He put the purse back where he found it before Eve walked back in.