Oh yeah...honestly is the best policy.

Serina POV

I could register the coldness I felt as Lorenzo slipped out of bed, and the sound of the shower and him trying so terribly to be quiet as he got dressed.

The sun was barely even awake, and he had already started his day.

It's been like this for weeks now, turns out him being the practical king of the underworld wasn't just hot cameos on him sitting on a thrown made of bones.

He got up most mornings before I even could realize he left. Some days I'd go with him, but that was only if he chose to wake me up.

But as always, I felt his hand brush my cheek—his kiss plant so carefully on my forehead.

But then, he was gone. And I was alone in our big beautiful house.

By the time I woke up, the sun was blinding me, the beautiful white bed sheets tucked around me like a little cocoon as I laid partially naked from the night before.

His touch still registering on my skin, and the tingle between my thighs making me miss him that much more

I hummed nonsense to myself, as I reached for my phone which was filled with texts from my Lorenzo.
I was usually awake a lot earlier, so me not answering him must have made him worried.

He always worries so much about me.

The ringer going off, as I pressed the dial symbol right beside his name, and he answered almost immediately.

"It's almost noon, did you just wake up?" I could practically see the smirk on his face as his voice echoed through the speaker.

His voice was husky and strained, like he wished he was here beside me in bed, instead of in front of his desk.

"Do not shame me." I said into the phone as I laid it beside my head on the mattress. "You should have woken me up, I would have came with you." I told him, as I stretched out again the sheets like a feline.

"No, I wanted you to be rested for tonight." He said, with such a sly tone that I could already feel my panties get pet.

That is, if I were wearing any.

"Mmmm don't tease." I whispered, as I turned onto my back and pushed the covers away.

"I am not teasing you sparrow, that is truly the reason." He chuckled, what a sex addict.

"You know what Lorenzo? fine. I will suck your dick when you get home." I said into the phone, and I could practically hear him groan from the other end.

Yes, victory is mine!

"Serina." He warned, as he knew he was kilometres away from me.

"I'm still naked...." I whispered into the speaker, as I spread my legs apart, bringing my knees halfway to my chest. "...From last night when you fucked me." I purred into the phone, as I dragged my hand down my body slowly.

"When you slid your cock inside me, and I praised you." I whispered, as I listened to the sound of his breathing change. My own breath shifting in anticipation as I waited for his response, and dare I say even his permission to—

"Touch yourself." He growled in a voice think with desire, as I listened to the sound of him undoing his belt.

"Where?" I cooed innocently to him, despite him knowing damn well I was anything but that.

"Your pussy." Lorenzo hissed sweet commands to me. His voice anything but timid as he so shamelessly demanded that I fuck myself to the sound of his voice.

"Yes daddy." I murmured breathlessly, as I slipped a finger inside my entrance. A sharp inhale escaping my lips, as I added another, while I stroked my clit with my free hand.

Making sure each sound I made, would be audible to Lorenzo though the phone.

"Jesus Christ Serina." He growled, as I drove my fingers faster as the sound of his approval. His own groans of pleasure leaving his lips, as I listened to how well he touched himself to the sound of me.

"So good" I hummed, as I squirmed against the mattress. Imagining that it was Lorenzos fingers, fucking me in this way. That his touch was burning up my skin and making me feel like I was going to explode into a million little fragments.

"Lorenzo!" I purred once again, his name dripping off my lips lien sweet poison. Tempting yet so fucking dangerous.

I could hear him shutter and my words, and the sound of his hand stroking his cock. How he groaned as he touched himself, as he listened to the sound of my fingers entering the space that belonged solely to him.

"Do you wish that you were inside me?" I moaned a question, already knowing the answer.

"yes." He growled to me, as I silently prayed he would come right through those door at the end of the end and fuck me. "And I will Be." He promise only adding to the desperation I felt for him.

"Add another finger Serina." He told me, and I conceded, as I curved them up inside me, just as he always did.

Submitting to him so easily, despite him not even being in the same room. Or even the same side of the damn city.

"Lorenzo!" I screamed once more as I continued to do what I had before, my body screaming for release.

"Let me hear you come." He groaned, and I could tell he was close. "Show me how good you feel." Lorenzo called out, as I threw my head back and breathed heavily into the phone.

Until of wave of pleasure overcame my senses as I came on my fingers, my chest heaving up and down, as I showed him my euphoria.

"Fuck." He groaned, as he too came to his end, his breath erotic and loud, as we both stayed silent for a few moments as we recovered.

"Yum, phone sex." I purred, as I removed my fingers and sighed.

"I fucking wish I brought you with me." He growled as I heard him stand up, probably to wipe his sins off his hand. "This desk in front of me looks so much better with you sprawled out naked on it."

"Yeah well my vagina looks so much better with your cock inside it." I smiled as I sat up, pushing myself to the edge of the bed.

"I'll be home soon—" He stared to say, but it blurred out as A sudden wave of dizziness raked over me. Not the beautiful kind I got when Lorenzo would touch me, but the kind that made you want to pause the world.

I placed a hand on my forehead, to try and still the rapid way the room was spinning. Like my cool hand on my temples would bring stillness back into my life.

"Serina?" Lorenzo Called out, probably because I didn't give an answer to whatever he had just said.

"Yeah?" I whispered, as I closed my eyes. Blowing out a pent up breath that made my chest burn.

"I asked if you slept well." He repeated, his voice a tad unsure.

Of course I did, what type of question is that. He was beside me

I opened my eyes again, only this time the dizziness was replaced with nausea. The kind that made my world crash

"Yes." I groaned a vague answer, as I shot up and ran to the bathroom, the cold tiles chilling my feet and my skin covers with goosebumps as the lack of covers allowed the cold to chill me.

leaving the phone face up on the bed, I covered my mouth with my palm.

I barely made it To the bathroom in time, as I grasped the lid and emptied my stomach into the bowl.

My eyes brimming with tears as collapsed to the floor on my knees and pulled my hair out of the way.

I coughed up last nights dinner, while trying not to barf out my spleen.

My body shook, my hands trembling as I inhaled sharply to gain the air I had just lost from heaving.

I could Hear Lorenzo on the phone, frantic that I was no longer answering him. My side of the phone radio silent. I turned my head to the side, and looked towards it, and it may as well have been shaking at how loud Lorenzo called out for me on the other end.

"Serina." He urged me so desperately for an answer. I could hear fear brim his voice. I knew by the third failed answer, he'd have the guards that were posted outside break down the door and make sure I wasn't getting murdered or something.

Placing a hand over my stomach I grabbed a towel and wiped my mouth, and forced myself to stand. "Yes I'm hear." I whispered as I carried myself to the phone.

Looking in the mirror for just a second before I passed it and moved more to where he could hear me

"What the hell were you doing?" He growled angrily.

What...what was I doing? Why did I do that?

"Ugh sorry I dropped my phone behind the...." I said, "...refrigerator" I murmured, as I grabbed my phone and moved back into the bathroom.

Standing once again In front of the mirror, naked.

Turning on the sink I rinsed out my mouth, and shook the water off my hands.

"Are you sure?" He asked, not sounding convinced as I glanced at my seemingly normal reflection in the mirror.

"Yes." I said, my voice carrying such a blatant lie.

•••

My body shook as I stood in line, wearing a big oversized hoodie with sunglasses. I probably looked insane, or like I had a bunch of stolen candy bars and tampons shoved inside my bra.

My hair was tucked in a messy bun behind my head, as I fiddled with the cash in my hand.

I wasn't stupid enough to buy this with a card Lorenzo has purchase records for. I may be stupid, but I'm not an idiot. If that makes any sense at all.

The lady behind the counter eyed me, as I placed the test on the table. Her eyes judgingly scanning my hands for a ring.

Bitch.

I watched her ring it up, my foot tapping anxiously. I felt like every single fucking person In the store was watching me. My stomachs twisting in knots, and my brain spamming with a million thoughts.

I didn't even hear how much it was, I just threw a wad of cash down and grabbed it off the clear glass that covered lottery tickets and garbage tags, before tucking it into the pocket on the hoodie and walking though the doors.

As I did, a motion detecting bell announcing my departure made me want to start a fire.

A big one.

I chucked it into the passenger seat, trying my best to avoid looking at it as I started the car and reversed.

I prayed to god I'd get home before Lorenzo. So
I'd have time to—god I don't even want to think about this. It is doing my head in.

My fingers tapped on the steering wheel, my left knee bouncing up and down, until I heard my phone beep with a ringtone matching Lorenzos contact,

Pulling off the road, I parked on the street, as I grabbed my phone in my hand.

Where are you. He asked with his words surrounded by a grey bubble.

I never just left. I never just left the house for no particular reason. Least of all without telling him.

Even though it was just his texted words on a screen, I could tell he was pissed off that I had left the house. Especially on my own.

'I am getting coconuts. I love coconuts.'

I hate coconuts.

I replied, then threw my phone into the cup holder. My head moving forward as I rest it and my forearms on the wheel.

Maybe I wasn't...pregnant. You know? Maybe my body just missed Lorenzo so much I threw up. Maybe my late period is because—

And before I knew it, I was sitting in a stall at McDonald's pissing on a stick.

"Ew." I growled as I sat looking at the long white torture device. "Fuck you." I told it. Even though it had not truly done me any wrong. Yet.

My heart pounding in my chest, as my whole body shook.

Marrige is one thing. A big thing. A real big step for me and Lorenzos relationship. I mean massive.

It shook the earth. Can you even imagine what this would do? Because I can.

a baby? I never thought of myself as a mother. I wasn't even sure If I was qualified for it. Me and Lorenzo aren't the type to be on pregnancy vogue.

And this is not exactly the type of world meant for innocence. It wasn't the type of world where little humans can grow up dancing in meadows or whatever it is they do.

This life that me and Lorenzo live, it wasn't even supposed to support us.

How does birth even work?

WHAT IF I SHIT ON THE TABLE.

I knew what would happen once I looked at the results. I knew that things would be different.
I knew what this would mean.

Lorenzo just got comfortable with the idea of loving me, what if he can't feel like that about the...

What if I am not supposed to be a mother?

How am I supposed to support a child, when I am practically still a fucking child myself?

I had a million thoughts and fears in my mind, but as I looked down at the test, my head went silent

and I sobbed.

Lorenzo POV

I waited for her. Not patiently. My eyes staring dead at the front door.

My hands clenched so hard my nails broke through my skin. My knee tapping as with each second I wanted to just track her fucking phone and find her, and drag her back and tie her to the fucking bed.

But I knew I couldn't do that. I mean I could. So fucking easily. But that would say I don't trust her, and I do...I trust her more then I trust myself

But She fucking hates coconuts. So I know for a fact that wasn't where she was, and as she opened the door I stood up from my desk and walked out Into the living room.

My eyes going to her face, her eyes avoiding me. As she took off her high heeled shoes.

She Acknowledged my existence, with a short glance and a smile, before she calmly walked over to the kitchen and pulled a bunch of fucking coconuts out of a bag.

She never did anything this calmly.

"Why would you leave without telling anyone? Without telling me?" I growled, my voice sounded furious, and by the way she snapped her eyes up to me I knew damn well she'd respond just the same.

She placed her hands on the edge of the counter, tapping her nails against the rock, her eyes meeting mine. "Because I do not need your fucking permission to leave my own house." She growled, as I watched tears just barely brim in the corners of her eyes. "I'm not your prisoner Lorenzo, I am your wife." She said out of nowhere as she brought her eyes down, as she started to dig though her purse.

she knew damn well that I didn't think of her as my prisoner.

"I know you aren't." I said, hating that the thought of that even crossed her mind, "I just can't protect you if you get into your car and drive off without telling me where you are going." I sighed, as I wiped my hand down my mouth.

"I told you what I was doing Lorenzo." She said with a scrunch of her nose.

"You hate coconuts." I said with arms crossed, as I stood facing her across the room. "And there are about 30 people here that could have went out and got you some. Even if you did like them."

"I went myself because I wanted to." She fronted "and just maybe now I do like them. You don't know. You aren't my tastebuds." She said back. Her aura had changed from how it Was this morning, she didn't tease or laugh she just...calmly placed the food she hated most in the world onto the middle of the marble tabletop.

"Serina what's going on?" I said, as I walked up to her. Her eyes moving up to mine, I saw nothing in them.

She was keeping something from me. Like she thought if she told me, I'd hate her for it.

"Nothing." She finally breathed out, as she let a small smile come to her face. "I just missed you." She's told me, as he wrapped her hands around me tighter than usual.

"I missed you." She repeated, when I failed to answer her the first time. I stared dead at the wall behind her, trying not to squeeze her too tightly as it would give off how tempered she was making me.

"I love you." I told her, as she nodded her head, like she needed that reassurance from me.

Because I did love her. Despite how horribly she had just now lied to my face.

Despite how for months we had the same fight about honestly, and now she so easily keeps something from me.

I was angry, and I tried not the be angry at her but—

"I love you ." She said, and those three words made me forget what I was thinking for a few moments.
I hated how easily she could distract me,

My eyes looking down at her, as she shook herself out and stepped back, blowing out a staggered breath, before letting some sort of smile come to her face.

It wasn't her usual one. No. It was forced

Serina why are you lying to me? I wanted to ask her that. I wanted her to look at me and admit that she is hiding something. I want her to sit on the counter before me and tell me what is wrong, without looking away and adverting her fucking gaze from me.

A part of me wanted to say how dare she lie to me. How dare she fucking stand there and lie to my fucking face, after everything we have been though.

After I showed her how badly I needed her to trust me. After I proved that I would put a gun to my forehead and pull the trigger without even a once of hesitation if she asked me to do it.

That I would burn every city to the ground with just the slightest of her demand.

Doesn't she fucking know that I am in the palm of her hand?

How fucking dare she...

"I love you so fucking much." I growled, but she already knew that. She knew, because it was the truth. The biggest truth I knew

Serina was not scared of me. I knew that. She loved me, and I knew that. She trusted me. And I knew that.

So then why does it seem now, that something about me, is the scariest thing she'd ever seen?

Why now does she look at me with love, yet with hesitant lips that feared that if even one drop of truth drips from her tongue that We'd become monsters, who were sicked upon each other like wolves.

OH SHIT, oh shit...damn.

I hope this doesn't put a crank on their relationship.

But anyways, I just want you guys to know, I actually fought really hard against this idea. A part of me really didn't want her pregnant. A big part.

But another part knows that this story can't go on forever, despite how much I want it too.

But that's not saying I won't do something in these next few chapters that makes you hate me (just a little) in the future, just because we are near the end definitely doesn't mean I'll go easy on you.

That's just not my style.

Xoxo- AbigalKnightly