Jaimee's POV

"So it's true."  I jumped and let my eyes followed the direction of the disembodied voice. 

  Andrea Moretti sitting comfortably on one of my couch. His hands folded as his knee he was wearing jeans and a T-shirt. He looked pretty normal except he was wearing sunglasses and had a few bandaids on his face. What happened? Did he get in a fight?

  I brushed the thought from my head, I don't care what happened to him. Not after he called me a cold-hearted bitch. 

  I moved from my door and place my handbag down on the small table, "What are you doing here?"

   He shook his head, "Are you really asking me that?" he took a deep breath then continued, "You're pregnant. You're pregnant with my baby and you didn't even call to tell me."

I swallowed. "How did you know I was pregnant?"

  He slowly removed the sunglasses from his face to should his swollen eyes. I flinched at its terribleness. "Who do you think told me?"

I shook my head, Jules would never hurt Andrea. They're best friends, brothers.

  "Let me answer you for. Jules Joris, your brother, my best friend, who is currently not talking to me by the way. Thanks for that." He stated sarcastically. 

"Why?"

  "Isn't it simple? I told him what happened eight months ago. I don't blame him though. I should have stayed away from you but I didn't so I get what I deserve."

   I rolled my eyes at him. I walked over to the opposite couch and sat down at look at him. His face was ruined, he didn't look as handsome as he usually does. He didn't look handsome at all. He looked bruised up. 

"So were you ever going to tell me?" 

I thought about the question before I answered. 

  "How did you get in here, anyway?" I asked to change the subject. Of course, I wasn't going to tell him not after what happened that morning. 

  "You're brother gave me the key. Now stop avoiding my question. Were you planning on telling you're pregnant or were you waiting for Jules to call and tell me that we're uncles? "

I remained silent.

He hissed and shook, "You really weren't going to tell me?" he sounded disappointed and sad. 

"Do you really expect me to? Not after what you said." I shook my head. 

He laughed cynically, "What I said?" he laughed again, "I'm twenty-five, it's was about time I have sex." he paraphrased my words with a girlish accent. 

I rolled my eyes, I do not sound like that. "It wasn't like that."

  He raised his brows and looked me in the eyes, "Really? Because that's exactly I remember it was. If I recall your exact words were 'I wanted to lose my virginity and you were there so why not?'" 

 I bent my head in shame as I repeated my words. I did say that but I didn't mean it. 

"And then you called me a cold-hearted bitch. That was uncalled for."

"Was it though? You were acting like a bitch Jaimee.  Using me for sex was cruel and you need to admit that yourself."

"I didn't use you for sex."

"So you're going back on your words now?"

  I sighed then ran my hands through my hair. I didn't want to be the one to go back on to my words even though the words were true. I still said them.

  I didn't reply to his question so he continued, "Well your words are no longer important in this matter. "What's important is the baby in your belly."

  I nodded agreeing. "You don't have to worry. I'll take care of her myself." It wasn't his fault I got pregnant so why should he be responsible.

Because It takes to tango.  

  He laughed and shook his head, "Are you crazy? If I wanted you to take care of my baby by yourself I wouldn't be here."

  "What do you mean?" It was a stupid question to ask but I still needed a straight answer, one that only he could provide.

"It's it obvious? We're going to raise this baby together," he exclaimed. 

   I frowned. There is no way in hell I would make him do something he doesn't want to do. Andre Moretti doesn't want babies and he lived too far away for us to even consider it. "No, we're not. I will not make my child travel back and forth every three months." A boy I knew in high school had to drop out because of that. Nope, not happening to my baby. 

"That's not what I was suggesting," he announced.

"Then what exactly were you suggesting?"

"We get married, live together and we raise this baby was a couple," he said it like a statement like it was the simplest thing in the world. 

I froze, realizing what he said, did he just say get married. He wanted me to marry him. 

No, fool. He wants you to marry him because you're pregnant with his baby. Big difference. 

Andre Moretti doesn't want to marry his best friend's ugly little sister. But he thinks he has to because he got her pregnant. 

"I'm not marrying you." Not when you don't love me, not when you only want the baby. 

  Never in a million years would I have said no to Andre. Not when I've loved him for seventeen years but I had to now. He only wanted the baby, he didn't want me too. 

"To hell, you will. We're getting married whether you like it or not." Behind all the bruises on his face, I could tell was a very angry man. 

"Are you threatening me?"

"Call it what you may, J. But every child deserves two parents, two parents, that are married together." his voice toned down when he said the last few words. 

  I looked down at the carpet, I didn't want to see his face, not when I'm the reason it was like that. "You're right every child deserves two parents but not two parents who are forced to be together."

  "No one is forcing me to marry you, I'm marrying you because of my own free will." he paused for a few seconds then continued when I said nothing, " I'm Italian, Jaimee. It's what we do. Children are not born out of wedlock."

  His words made me angry, "You want to marry me because of some Italian Tradition? I don't care about your traditions. I'm American and people have children out of marriage all the time. There is no way in hell I'm going to marry you." Not when you don't love me. 

  He sighed, "I thought this would be easy but you leave me no choice." I watched as he pulled his phone from his pocket and starts typing something. 

"What are you doing?" We're having a serious conversation and he decides to start texting. 

  "I'm texting my lawyer.  I have as many rights as you do concerning this child. She's mine just as she is yours." His words made me shiver. 

She's mine. 

Why am jealous of my own child?

 Because you've always wanted to be his and she is his. 

I brush the thought from my head and stated, "I don't understand why you need to text your lawyer." Why does a lawyer need a lawyer?

   "Isn't it obvious? You don't want to marry me and I'm not letting my child live with a single mother and so I'm taking her from you as soon as she arrives." His words hurt like a bullet piercing the skin. 

Taking her. 

He wanted to take my baby away from me. 

"You can't do that," I shouted. 

  He continues typing on his phone then lift his head, "Of course I can. I'm a lawyer. I know the law.  I'm a rich one too, one with influence. You know that means."

It meant he could pull strings. He could really have my baby taken away from me. 

"If you do that then you're heartless." He wouldn't do something like that, not the Andre I know. 

  "You're calling me heartless after what you did. Eight months, Jaimee. You had eight months to tell me you're pregnant and not once did you text me or call me and you think I'm heartless for wanting my child. You think I'm heartless after what you said to me? I've always done right by you but now it's time to do right by me and that means I'm taking what belongs to me."

  I remained silent, not quite sure what to say. I've never seen Andrea so angry before it was because of my actions. I've never seen him behave so ruthless either but I guess that's why he is one of the best lawyers there is. He knows what he's doing. He wasn't the one to lie about something important. If he says he going to do something he's going to do it and so I'm left with no choice. 

"You can't do that. Please don't do this to me." I begged since it was my only option. 

"Then marry me, Jaimee. Marry me and we can raise our child together."

"Okay, fine. I'll marry you."

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