I'm pregnant. How is this possible?! We only had sex one time and I wasn't even conscious! I hate that man. Now comes the matter of telling him that I don't want to keep it...
I walk out of the bathroom with trembling hands, Michael's firm gaze burning into me, torturing me. I hand the doctor the positive test and dismiss him so that I may speak to Michael in private.
"I-I'm pr-pregnant..."
Michael's face had just lit up like a child's face on Christmas. How was I supposed to tell him now?!
I went to speak when his large protective arms wrapped around my body, burying my face into his hard chest.
"That's great kitten. Our little prince or princess is growing inside of you."
He grabs my chin firmly, tilting it upward so I'm looking into his once again icy blue stare.
"Nothing will happen to you or this baby kitten. I promise."
And with that his needy lips crashed into mine, only pulling away once he was satisfied and we were both out of breath.
What the hell?!
How am I supposed to tell him now? He seems so excited that I'm pregnant. I know that telling him right now would anger him. I don't want to do that to myself right now, nobody knows what he is capable of.
So I'll keep my silence for right now.