Pregnant

/-Roman-/
"What'd you have on her?" I ask the PI. He sits before handing the envelope to me. I take a look at the data he collected and frown.
"Are you sure?" I ask.
"I don't play with my work. You wanted information, there you have it. If you doubt it, that's your fuckin business" He shrugs.
"Dean Shaw. This asshole again. Why can't I live a day without seeing his shitface or hearing his fuckin name?" I groan.
"He's a billionaire. You don't expect people to treat him like some office clerk" He retorts and i glare at the sturdy man. I open my drawer and take out a money bundle. I toss it to him.
"That's your money. Get lost". He scoffs and walks out with the money. I take a look at the paper once more. How come it wasn't in the news?. Dean got married without anyone's knowledge?. To a high schooler at that!.
Riley McEwan. I smile, remembering her beautiful smile. I guess it's time to permanently welcome me into your life. If Dean couldn't let me have Tatiana, there's no way I would let him have you.
This is gonna be fun. I have a feeling it would be.
/-Riley-/
"You didn't tell me about Renzo" I decide to say as we clean the sitting room. Liam hisses almost immediately.
"What?. I thought you had hots for him?" I ask. He rolls his eyes.
"It's just gonna be a fling. I don't have time for that shit called love".
"Liam! I thought you liked him. What about the kiss?".
"It was an amazing one. He's a good kisser and he's good in bed too" He grins and my jaws drop.
"You've had sex already?" I half-yell.
"So what?. You didn't expect we would go on a date, eat and go home, did ya?".
I can only stare at him in disbelief.
"What's Renzo's say in this?" I ask.
"He's cool. He likes that we're just flings. He doesn't do relationships" He shrugs.
"To think I thought one of you was sane. You've both lost your minds. Liam, you can't keep living like a brostitute" I scold him and he chuckles.
"Brostitute? Is that even a word? Anyway I like it and again, you're not my mom. You don't scold me like I'm your five year old son. Go back to cleaning, I didn't whine when Dean made you cum in public" He says and I throw the rag in his face.
"That's different, jerkass. We're not..." I gag suddenly. Why do I....I gag again and dash to the kitchen. I throw up in the sink immediately. I feel dizzy suddenly.
"Riley, are you okay?" Liam asks genuinely concerned. I'm about to reply when it rises up in my throat again and i turn to the sink.
What's happening to me?. Why the sudden illness?. Liam pats my back gently as I throw up. After a while, i rinse my mouth and the sink. I turn to Liam who's looking so worried.
"What's wrong? You were fine few minutes ago. Should we go to the hospital?" He asks but i feel to weak to reply so I lean against him. He carries me immediately and heads upstairs.
"I'm gonna call a doctor " He says tucking me in.
"N..No. I'm fine. I just need a little rest" I mutter.
"Then I'll call Dean" He says.
"No. Just let me rest a while, I'll be fine" I assure him. He reluctantly sits beside me and I shut my eyes to catch some sleep.
I wake up craving for salad. It's funny cause I don't like salad. I don't understand why I suddenly want it?. Liam's busy staring at me.
"Salad" I blurt and he raises a brow.
"What about it?".
"I want it" I tell him and his expression changes to that of confusion.
"But you don't like salad. You throw it in the bin each time it accompanies our orders" He says.
"I want it. Are you getting it or not?" I snap and that takes him aback. I'm surprised at myself too for snapping over nothing.
"I'll get it" He sighs and walks out. I smile and thoughts of tasty crab stew fills my head. Should I tell Liam?. No, i should probably make it myself.
*
"You've been acting weird for the past few days. What's really going on?" Liam asks.
"I don't know" I reply honestly. I sleep a lot, eat a lot, nap and practically enslave Liam.
"You know what I think?" He asks and I shake my head. He tosses a PT kit to me and i frown.
"No..No..don't even think about it. I'm not pregnant".
"I know but you're gonna have to take that test to proove it" He states and i glare at him. I'll just show him I'm not pregnant. I can't be.
I tear off the pack and pee on the it. I'll show him I'm not. I can't be. Dean and i haven't had sex since that night. Besides he.....Two red lines? I blink rapidly and stare at it again. It's really two.
But...how is that even possible? Oh God, i cant be pregnant. Please let this be a dream. I walk over to the faucet and wash my face. It's still two.
Tears build up in my eyes. How can I be pregnant at Seventeen. I'm not even done with high school. Couldn't it wait till I'm done with my final year? Wil I carry this pregnancy for my graduation?.
"Riley? Are you okay?" Liam knocks and the tears slide down my cheeks. I open the door and he's shocked to see me in tears.
"I'm pregnant, Liam. I'm fuckin pregnant" I sob and he pulls me into a hug.
"It's fine, baby. You just need to relax and speak with Dean so you can decide what to do next. It'll be fine, i promise" He assures me and I'm grateful for how comforting his words are.
Later in the evening, Dean arrives with his Royce. I run into his arms and he kisses me.
"You sounded so urgent on the phone. What's wrong?" He asks. I swallow and thinkmof how to break the news to him.
"Barbie, talk to me. What's bugging you?" He asks.
"Dean, I'm pregnant" I spill the beans and he lets go of me immediately. I feel so bad. That's a terrible reaction.
"You're what?" He asks again.
"I'm pregnant, Dean" I repeat. He turns to his car and opens the door to enter. I pull him back.
"Please don't go, Dean. I swear the baby's yours. You're the only man who's touched me" I plead and he shrugs my hands off.
"I know" He replies coldly. His eyes aren't even friendly anymore. They're darker and scary. This Dean is different.
"Then what's wrong? Why're you acting like this? Did I do something wrong?" I ask. His face remains blank with his fierce eyes piercing through mine.
"Get rid of it" He drops the bomb and enters the car. My heart shatters as he drives off.