The temptation to join Skylar was intense, a magnetic pull toward uncertainty. However, I knew it wasn't a good idea, especially now. As I exited the car, the lingering cool breeze evoked an inexplicable feeling of isolation.

Inside the house, a symphony of turmoil echoed through the walls. May's room, a whirlwind of scattered clothes, mirrored her inner tumult. Despite my predicament, neglecting May wasn't an option.

"Preparing to impress Jake's family?" I asked gently, stepping into her disheveled space.

"Yeah, just a small thing," she sighed amidst her chaotic wardrobe.

It was more than that. May grapple with insecurities about fitting into Jake's life, particularly with his traditional family. Doubts about acceptance weighed heavily on her.

Yet, Jake's parents adored May, consistently expressing gratitude for her influence on Jake. They believed her presence had brought newfound joy and focus to his life.

Spying a beautiful satin grey dress among the mess, I picked it up.

"This would suit you perfectly," I offered, trying to uplift her spirits. A faint smile crossed her face.

"Thanksgiving will be fantastic once they get to know you," I said, wiping away her teardrops and enveloping her in a comforting embrace, trying to offer reassurance.

"Let's not worry about Thanksgiving; it's still weeks away," I joked, hoping to lighten the heavy air.

In these past three weeks, Skylar and Joey had been kind, bringing food and seemingly trying to woo me with their charming dates. Yet, amidst their warmth, confusion reigned. The persistent morning sickness gnawed at me, guilt plaguing my silence about the pregnancy.

The kindness and sweetness of Joey and Skylar picking me up for lunch were nice. We were developing semi-good communication, and it might be a good idea for our trio to raise the baby.

"Hey, what do you think about kids," I questioned as we drove to the restaurant.

"They are wonderful," he casually said, not toning too much into the conversation as Skylar was texting on her phone.

"Wouldn't it be cute to have a mini you," I asked with a bright smile. I tried to see his reaction before I told him about the pregnancy.

"No," he sternly said, which surprised me. I want to dig for more details.

"I bet I could make her finish before we get to the restaurant," Skylar declared, ignoring my question. Irritation surged through me; it irked me when they acted as if I didn't exist.

"We're five minutes away, I doubt it," Joey chuckled.

He knew those were the words she wanted to hear. The games they played at my expense always frustrated me.

SMUT Warning

Before I could voice my discomfort, Skylar's lips delicately brushed against mine. I hesitated, but she playfully nibbled on my lip, which I kept closed. Slowly, she trailed her fingers along my sides, knowing where to touch to make me unravel for her.

Her gentle caress ignited a fire within me, and our mouths fused in a perfect entanglement. I surrendered to the moment, and my body responded, betraying my intentions.

Skylar's hand crept to where I wanted it to go. No matter how much I denied it. Our tongues danced in harmony and set an intoxicating rhythm.

My hands sought Skylar's hair instinctively, pulling her closer. Her fingers played with my clits and slowly entered me, heightening the intensity. The kiss deepened, merging our breaths in an intimate exchange.

"Sky, three minutes away," Joey said.

Skylar started pumping viciously; I barely could have managed. Skylar's movements were purposeful, leaving trails of desire along my jawline, neck, and collarbone. Every touch sent shivers of pleasure through me, heightening every sensation.

"She soon finished," Skylar confidently said.

She unbuttoned my shirt and started sucking my nipple. I felt the warmth building between us as she passionately responded to my body.

With all the tension I was facing. I knew I was close, and the climax was imminent as Joey parked the car. Skylar skillfully gave Joey a blowjob while I tried to catch my breath.

SMUT Ended

As I lay in bed, motherhood loomed dauntingly. The idea of terminating the pregnancy was painful, tearing at my heart. I couldn't bear to let go of this unborn part of Joey and me. The concept of adoption, like my aunt's experience, held a glimmer of hope—a chance to offer someone the joy I've witnessed.

"May, I've been contemplating consulting an OBGYN," I admitted, my heart pounding, dreading her reaction.

"Planning to keep the baby?" she asked, surprised at my sudden revelation after weeks of silence.

Only if she knew how much I wished I could, but all these students' debt makes it hard. I was not ready for a baby, and I would hate not to give them a happy childhood.

"No, but I think adoption would grant a family the opportunity to provide for them," tears welled up, emotions cascading.

"Bella, if you decide to raise the baby, I'm here to support you," May offered, sensing my inner turmoil.

Adoption was the way they could have a two-parent home. They deserved it, and I would hate for them to find out their Dad doesn't want them.

"No, adoption seems the best choice to offer a loving family," I managed to say through tear-stained cheeks.

With May's unwavering support, we arranged an appointment at Jake's parent hospital. Sharing the news with Jake, I discovered his shock yet unwavering support—a comforting ray amid uncertainty.

At the initial doctor's appointment, May's presence was a soothing balm amidst the turbulent uncertainty. Doctor Matthews understanding demeanor provided a sense of comfort, even as I grappled with my adoption decision.

As Doctor Matthew reached for the ultrasound probe, a surge of nerves twisted my stomach into knots. The cold gel against my skin felt unsettling as he gently maneuvered the device over my belly. Fear gripped me, intensifying the rapid beat of my heart.

But then, a miraculous image flickered on the screen—a tiny figure nestled within the contours of my womb. Tears welled up, blurring my vision as emotions swirled within me. The sight was overwhelming and mesmerizing—a newfound connection blossoming within me.

The doctor adjusted the settings, amplifying the sound on the ultrasound machine. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the rhythmic whooshing sound filling the air—a sound that reverberated through my being, resonating with an unfamiliar yet profound resonance.

Gripping May's hand with an intensity mirroring my emotions, I felt affection cascade over me. At that moment, something shifted inside me. A surge of warmth enveloped my heart, a rush of unconditional love, unlike anything I had ever experienced.

The cadence of the heartbeat echoed, reverberating through my core, and something shifted within me—a newfound realization emerged. Amidst the uncertainty, amid the fears and the complexities, a quiet certainty settled—a profound desire awakened within me.

In that small room, enveloped by the sweet sound of that tender heartbeat, I felt a burgeoning connection with the life growing inside me. A longing, a yearning—a revelation dawned upon me—I wanted to be a mother. The magnitude of this newfound emotion washed over me, eclipsing the uncertainties and fears that once clouded my mind.

As the ultrasound session concluded, I blinked back tears, overwhelmed by an inexplicable mix of emotions—a strange sense of tranquility amid the whirlwind of doubt. Holding May's hand tighter, I felt a burgeoning sense of purpose—a silent revolution taking root within me.

"Hey, I would go get some pamphlets for some adoption agency," Doctor Matthew said.

I knew I might not be ready, but I would be. I wanted to raise my baby.

"I am going to keep my baby," I said with a bright smile as tears fell.

If Joey wanted to help, he could. If not, it doesn't matter. I was going to shower this baby with unconditional love.

"Well, that's good news. It is your choice. See you next month," Dr Matthew said.

"Bella, you're going to be a great mom," May said as we left the building.

I received a call from Skylar asking to hang out. May encouraged me to go, which I did.

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How did you perceive Bella's emotional journey throughout this chapter, especially concerning her decision about the pregnancy and her interactions with Skylar and Joey?

How do you interpret Joey's reactions and responses to Bella's hints about the pregnancy? What might be the underlying reasons for his hesitancy or avoidance?

Thank you so much to everyone who is following me on this journey. I apologize for the late update. It is not edited. The next update would be released before the night out.