Mr Vincass refused to let me do anything ever since we confirmed the news; it started when we got home that evening, scooping me up immediately I got out of the car and dumping me on the couch. He motioned for me to sit and wait for him while he ran towards the kitchen. And as fast as someone holding two glass cups full to the brim could, he ran back to where I was seated and passed a cup in my direction.

"Sip a little before placing it on the table, it wouldn't spill that way," he advised as the wine sloshed down my hand as I tried to place it on one of the tables. I groaned but did what he said, glaring at him as I licked the spills off my hand. "Why'd you make it that full?" He just shrugged and continued to sip on his wine, handling it professionally so that it didn't spill, which aggravated me to no end.

"I wanted to empty the whole bottle," I nodded and quirked an eyebrow up at him. "Isn't it bad for a pregnant woman to drink?"

"It is, but this is fruit wine not alcohol, genius."

"Must you always throw sarcastic comments at me?" I pouted; hoping he'd feel remorseful and just stop it, it was frustrating the way he'd often throw snide comments at me and i wouldn't have a reply for him. He opened his mouth to talk but his eyes strayed to my stomach, pressing his lips together to keep from saying something I wouldn't like. I huffed.

"So what now? You're going to start avoiding to say cruel things like you used to just because I'm pregnant?" I spat at him, he dropped his glass and fixed me with a look, not a mean one but serious nonetheless, "What do you want me to do exactly? Stop throwing sarcastic comments at you or continue doing it?"

"I want you to stop it for me not for the baby, I saw your eyes stray to my stomach before you gave an answer." His eyes strayed again to my stomach and he shrugged and muttered a "I'll try." I huffed, slammed down the glass and walked towards my room.

On the second stair, he caught up to me, placing a hand on my forearm to keep me from moving forward.

"What?!"

"I think it's common knowledge that pregnant women shouldn't over stress themselves so I'm not letting you climb these stairs, be angry if you must but I wouldn't let you hurt my baby in your hormones induced anger." He cautioned, reaching down to pick me up. I kicked his hands away but that didn't bother him, "You think my anger is due to hormones? didn't you hear what I said? I don't want you to- ah." Vincass interrupted me by carrying me bridal style, I trashed around, shouting at him to drop me not caring at the moment that if he decided to drop me without care, I was done for but in the safe knowledge that he wouldn't hurt his baby.

"Drop me! You unfair old hag." He nodded, using a hand to push my door open. "Now I'm a hag? Not a buffalo anymore?" He dumped me on the bed unceremoniously and dusted his hands as if he just carried something dirty. Reaching for a pillow, I flung it at him. Directly on his crotch, he only smirked and spread his hands on either sides of him. "If you want me, then come for me." He said gesturing to his crotch area, I made a face of disgust which made him chuckle. With a last look at my stomach, he left my room but not before I caught the tender smile on his face. If only it was directed at me.

I kept tossing and turning willing sleep to come but it didn't, my mind was going over the happenings of the day, wondering if we were still going to remain nice to each other after all these has passed and I've handed him his baby. His baby, not my baby even though I would have carried it for 9 months. Again, I worried if I made a right decision.

A creak from the door startled me and I sat up to see Vincent entering the room; holding a tray but unlike the tray that always held the syringe nozzle, this one was made of made of ceramics and had eye catching designs. "Thought you'd be hungry," he explained, placing the tray on my laps. The smell that wafted from the plate of Noodles and broccoli made my mouth water.

"Oh my, what a good husband material you are!" Without waiting for a reply, I dug into it. Smacking my lips in a way that made Vincass grimace. I grinned, satisfied with myself.

"I think you mean to say 'good father material' I would never cook for a woman." He snorted.

"But you just cooked for me."

"No, it's for the baby not you." He clarified, shooting me a look. The food suddenly didn't look appetizing anymore, I ruffled the napkin folded neatly on the tray and flung it at him.

"Go fuck yourself."

"And why would I? Lots of women fight for the job already." He added with a smirk and reached down to pack the leftovers. I started to wonder if it was a good idea to let him go with the food considering I was still hungry but after spending days with him, my ego had inflated to his level so I shut my mouth and tried to keep my stomach from growling.

"I bet that's the only thing you can cook, noodles." I sneered but he just chuckled.

"Not everyone's gonna be like you, bingo." I blanched, how he knew about my non existent cooking skills was beyond me. Jordan always did the cooking while I did the cleaning.

"I'm not a dog!" I yelled, exasperated with the new nickname with which he called me.

"But you bark!" He yelled back with the same high pitched tone. On a normal day, I would be angry, furious, mad at him but never would I have cried like I did just then. While wailing on the outside; internally I was wondering what the fuck was wrong with me?! I never cry for things as stupid as this. Vincass must have thought crying could cause miscarriage because he knelt down beside my bed and started to pat my head, murmuring something about hormones and pregnant women.

"There, there. You'll be fine. In 9 months time you'll be fine I promise, you will." That brought about another set of wails and hiccups.

Will I really be fine?

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