She had tried it for seven consecutive day and took a break for the following week as Vincent had promised. The days passed with no occurrence, yes it was boring but nothing Greta wasn't used to. He gave her new dipsticks everyday and it had became a routine to her. However on the second day of the break week, she dipped the dipstick into her urine and brought it to her face only to see two strokes which was labelled "pregnant" shaking her head, she dropped the device on the floor and ran to Vincent's room interrupting his work.

He growled at her but soon wore a confused look when she asked him for a new dipstick.

"I thought I gave you one in the morning, in fact I'm positive I did, why do you want another one? You don't have two p**** do you?" He used a bad word, angered that she disturbed him from his work.

"I know you did, the one you gave me is faulty." She exclaimed, a worrisome expression on her face.

"How is that? What happened when you used it?" Vincent was suspecting the reason behind her nervousness but didn't want to conclude yet.

"It gave a different result from the other." She replied impatiently, sticking her hand out in demand.

"What result?" He asked. He was almost sure and his heart picked up an uneven beat was he about to become a father?

"It said p-pregnancy." She stammered, looking like a teenage girl who had sex with her boyfriend and was reporting to him the results of the pregnancy test she had.

"Then that means you're pregnant!" Vincent exclaimed, smiling wholeheartedly at her. It was such a goofy sight.

"No! Just let me redo the test, give me a new one." With a eye roll he reached into one of his drawers and took handed a new one to her, she turned to go back when he stopped her.

"Wait! Do it here I want to see the result too." She looked at him wearily but did went into his bathroom anyways. His palms got sweaty as he waited for her and he chuckled at his nervousness, "she isn't even in labour yet and I'm like this."

Not 5 minutes later, Greta emerged with a very pale face as if she had seen a ghost, handling the dipstick to him, he read the result and pumped his fist in the air yes! He could finally give his mother what she wanted. Greta was still shaking her head, disbelieve written over her entire feature which had Vincent rolling his eyes. Didn't she understand what the term baby mama was when she agreed?

"I want to visit a gynecologist." She proclaimed, Annoying him but he didn't show it, calling his driver he told him to look for the best gynecologist in town.

"He'll get back to me before an hour, go get dressed I'll take you there." He murmured, looking longingly towards the pile on his desk. With a nod, she left his room.

***

Vincent patiently waited as Greta was escorted to a room in the hospital by the gynaecologist, Rima Amsterdam. She had gotten a call from a man, claiming to be the driver of a popular man, he had asked her to cancel her nearest schedule and fix his boss in. She was annoyed at his guts but something in his tone told her he wasn't joking so she did; mostly because the person she had to meet before was a mother of six who was about to have the seventh child. Apparently, even after having gone through six pregnancies, she still hadn't mastered the needs and would regularly try to meet her to discus stupid stuffs like "oh, I had pain at the underside of my stomach, what is wrong with me doctor?!" It would have been okay if she hadn't been asking the same thing since her first pregnancy.

She watched closely at the woman the very handsome man who turned out to be the boss brought along with him, her guess was that she was his girlfriend. Well, congratulations to them. She thought as she announced the result of the test to the emerald eyed woman.

"You're pregnant miss, congratulations. You should register with the receptionist for your ante natal but if you have another hospital you'd rather use then...."

"No I don't, thanks." She muttered not looking really happy at the information, she shrugged. Rima had seen a lot of cases in her 25 years as a gynecologist; teens between ages 15 - 17 getting pregnant, surrogate mothers who are willing at first but come back claiming they want their child after years, mothers who were ready to give birth and then throw the child in an orphanage, so she assumed that Greta was probably not ready to have a baby yet.

"If you don't want the baby or you're not ready to be a mother yet, then you should know that we are in partnership with an orphanage home where unwanted babies are taken to after birth..." She trailed off when she saw the murderous glare Greta gave her.

"Thanks for the offer, but know this," she paused, peeping outside before turning back to Rima. "If you value your career then I'd advice you not to repeat what you just said to Vincent." She slammed the door on her way out, wondering what why older women find it difficult to mind their business.

Rima's eyes widened as her brain connected the dots, the girl had said Vincent and the man that called earlier said Mr Harry. there was no doubt that the girl's boyfriend and the father of the baby was the infamous Vincent Harry. How could she have been stupid to say something like that? She face palmed herself, praying to God that the girl didn't tell her man.

Greta walked towards Vincent who was sitting on a black bench in the waiting room, typing furiously in his phone oblivious to the stares both men and women around him were giving him. He looked up as she stood beside him, rubbing her elbows and sulking.

"So?"

"I'm pregnant!" She said a little louder than she wanted, the whole room was silent for a second making it obvious that everyone had heard what she said, she groaned. Vincent didn't care though, with a big smile on his face, he reached down and swooped her up, twirling twice which made her giggle, all the while wondering what the others thought of their relationship. She could almost hear their thoughts in her head. Oh, this couple are so in love. As if.

***

The drive home was spent in silence but a comfortable one. Vincent had insisted he carried her to the car and every once in a while, he'd look at her stomach and press his lips together in an attempt to keep from smiling. Picking up his phone, he dialed a number and pressed it to his ear, he turned on the speaker so she could hear the conversation.

The person on the other side picked up the call and Greta could already guess who it was. A soft elderly voice which belonged to a woman spoke up in a harsh but lovely tone. "I thought I told you not to talk to me till you give me what I want," the voice said, Greta shifted nervously on her seat, she didn't understand why Vincent would want her to listen in on their conversation.

"I already have what you want mama," Vincent reported with a slight accent. She noticed his mother too had the accent only hers was thicker. She wondered how she didn't notice it with Vincent all these time but concluded he was probably good at hiding it. There was silence from the other side for about 2 minutes then a shriek followed, she didn't how an old woman could shriek so high.

"Are you serious?! If I find out that you're not being sincere with me I'll disown you," she threatened, Vincent rolled his eyes at the infamous threats his mother always used with him. As if she could ever disown her only son.

"I'm serious mama," he drawled, frowning a little even though there was a slight trace of smile on his face. He definitely missed his mama.

"Oh my God! Vinny oh my dear dear baby boy you've done me so proud oh now I have to look for a really great name to give my grand baby I can give him Alessandro or Leonardo and if she's a girl then we could give her Luciana or Georgia oh, how much I wish it would be a boy...." She went on while Vincent grimaced at the nickname, Greta chuckled making him throw her a glare.

"But, who's its mother? Vinny I hope it's not one of those girls you go around with, God knows they wouldn't be a good mother but then no worries I'll take the baby from her immediately it's born." She said all at once without taking a breath, Vincent pressed his lips together when she mentioned his nickname again, she could tell he was regretting putting the speaker on.

"No Greta isn't one of them mom," there was an emotion in his voice she couldn't give a name to but she was sure she heard it and she blushed stupidly. "She's quite plain, an average girl but would be a good mother I'm sure of that." He completed earning a laser like glare from Greta. His mother chuckled. "You shouldn't describe your girlfriend like that, I taught you to be a gentleman didn't I?" Disapproval was evident in her voice.

"She isn't my girlfriend, mama." Vincent looked at her from the corner of his eyes to see if she'd give any reaction with what he said and was relieved when her face remained neutral. "Oh yeah, she is more than that, she's your wife." His mama concluded and before he could say anything to it, she pressed the red button, ending the call.

"Well, that's rude! She didn't even say goodbye." Vincent complained dropping his phone in the compartment.

"I like her accent," Greta complimented out of the lack of what to say. Vincent nodded, running a hand through his hair which had become ruffled when he twirled her at the hospital.

"She's Italian, my dad was English." He explained and when he saw her frown at his use of past tense, he sighed. "He's dead." A pang of sadness hit him but he pushed it down, that wasn't the moment to break down in front of her. He anticipated what she would say so he warned her beforehand. "Don't say it."

Greta blinked up at him, wondering what he expected her not to say. Realisation dawned on her and she snickered. "Why would you think I'd say sorry to you? After all you took advantage of my brother's sickness to get me be your baby mama, why would I ever feel sorry for you?" She felt a little bad after saying it but internally shrugged, it was better to get it off her chest than keep it in when it would lead to hatred for him.

He was silent, she was satisfied when she saw a hint of regret on his face but what he said surprised her.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have but you should know that I was desperate. I should have been nicer." She just shrugged at his apology, it wasn't enough for her, she wanted more. Without warning, Vincent parked the car at the right side of the road and before she could ask why, pounced on her and started tickling her right on her tickle spot. Before long she was crying and laughing at the same time begging him to stop.

"Vincent stop!"

"No! Tell me you forgive me." She let out a loud snort sticking her tongue out at him, mocking him. He doubled his effort and soon she was sitting on the car mat, laughing her life out. "Vincent!"

"Do you forgive me?" She nodded vigorously, unable to answer. He helped her sit back while she caught a breath.

"I forgive you Vinny." She teased and laughed when he glared at her.

"Don't!"

She shrugged. "Okay then, Vincass." She bursted into an uncontrollable laugh, Vincent shook his head at the girl and that's what they kept doing till they got home. Teasing.