Cowboys are typically a hard no, and I should’ve stuck by that rule.

When I was eighteen, I dated a ranch hand named Timothy. It was love at first sight, or so I thought. My family was aware of our relationship and warned against getting involved because he wouldn’t be staying long term. I foolishly thought I was enough for him to stay, but I was so damn wrong. When it ended between us, I realized how I’d been bamboozled by love. My heart was broken beyond repair, and I swore never to make that mistake again. I’ve avoided any men who’ve shown interest in me and worked on the ranch. Yet I find myself in this predicament. I just hope like hell he keeps our secret to himself and leaves me alone.

When I get home, Mom and Dad are watching TV on the couch. Before I’m bombarded with conversation, I wave, then rush to my room and dramatically fall onto my bed. The only thing that pulls me away from my humiliation is my phone vibrating. When I pick it up, I see a message from Rowan and hope she was able to come up with a good excuse.

Rowan: Totally random question for no reason, but when was your last period?

Maize: Uh…I don’t know? Why?

Rowan: Well, any chance you could be pregnant?

What the fuck kinda question is that? Probably because all the blood drained from my face, and I rushed to the bathroom like I was gonna vomit the moment I realized Gavin was here.

Maize: WHAT? No!

Just the thought of being pregnant throws me into a panic. How the hell would I explain that to my family?

Rowan: Are you sure? Like 100%?

I think back to the incredible night we had together, but the small details remain a blur. We were greedy for one another, and he worshipped my body like I was a goddess. Gavin’s the type of man you run away with for a summer, not the kind you settle down with. The bull riding culture creates fuck boys, and I bet he was one.

Obviously, we were careful, but there’s always a chance.

Maize: I’m on the pill, and we used a condom.

Rowan: Did you remember to take your pill?

These questions aren’t helping the way I feel right now.

Maize: I think so…I mean, sometimes I forget, but typically I do!

Rowan: Oh my God…

Maize: Shut up. I swear. I’m not pregnant.

Rowan: Then take a test.

Maize: We hooked up like three weeks ago. It’d be too soon to know anyway.

Rowan: Maybe. I’m buying you a test, though, just to be sure.

I roll my eyes, though I know she will.

Maize: And when I prove to you I’m NOT, you owe me $100!