They both stood in front of the front door; Greta waving to Mel with a giant smile on her face while Vincent had his hands in his pocket, looking like he couldn't wait for them to finally leave. Once the sleek black car disappeared from their garage, Greta turned to him, a smirk plastered on her face.

"So, someone has been talking about me..." she trailed off once she caught the look on his face. Like he already knew she was going to talk about that and had a reply ready for her. She didn't like that. Before he even opened his mouth, her hand shot out to cup his mouth, effectively shutting him up.

"Forget it!" She spat then walked into the room. He immediately followed behind her, grabbing her upper right arm to stop her.

"What?!"

"I know you want to know if I've been talking about you...yes I have. I've been telling him and some other people how lucky I am to find someone who'll be a good mother to my child. Besides I've enjoyed having you around." He added without much thought.

Greta blushed on hearing that and he looked away, regretting what he'd said but she pulled him into a hug. "Aww, I've also enjoyed your company," then added, "a little bit, at least the few times when you're not annoying me and behaving like an ass." They both chuckled at that.

She removed her hands from around him then they both looked away. Vincent gave a short laugh, "now this is awkward."

"Hm, I have to do something in my room-."

"Yeah sure." He gave her a little smile then entered to his room.

She had a little smile plastered on her mouth as she made her way to her room, with her arms wrapped around herself, she pretended like she still had his warm body against hers, a sigh escaped her lips. An alarm went off in her mind, reminding her he wasn't hers.

Falling face first into her bed, she giggled. Then remembering the little bundle inside of her, she sat up abruptly, releasing a grunt. Her eyes strayed to the glass wall to see a Vincent standing against it, looking straight at her.

Her heart increased its pace on sighting him, she could see his smirk, taunting her. Intentionally, he flexed his biceps showing off. She snickered at that then an idea popped into her head.

Slowly, she got up. Turning to face the other side of the room she pulled free her shorts then pulled away her shirt leaving her in only her underwear. She didn't have a banging body like his hers too turned head and she wasn't shy to show off. She bent to take the clothes from the floor gracing him a full view of her backside.

Feeling satisfied, she turned back to the glass but no one was there. She scoffed, he probably didn't like what he saw and just went away. Trying not to let it show how badly that hurt her she shrugged and move to go to the bathroom when the door was flung open.

Letting out an alarmed scream, she jumped.
It was Vincass in his half naked glorious self walking towards her with an hungry look, she swallowed. Seems she was getting more than she budgeted for.

"Why-What are you doing ?" He cocked his head, a sly smirk on his mouth. "You called me."

"I didn't,"

"You did. Bending over to give me a full view of all those goodies, if that isn't the fastest way to call a grown man like me then I don't know what it." She became shy instantly and looked down.

"I-i was only trying to pick up my clothes." He snorted. "As if."

"Look, whatever I do in my room shouldn't have an effect on you. You shouldn't even be looking at first, that's violating some privacy rules I'm sure." She tried to defend.

"It's my house, my rules." She rolled her eyes at him then gathering some courage, she continued to the bathroom at the same time waving him off.

"Imma go to the bathroom, make yourself at home if you wish-."

"Not so fast," he grabbed her waist and pulled him close to her, she gasped feeling him pressed against her. He ran his nose up her neck breathing her in, Greta held on to his arm wrapped around her, her legs were weakened, her breaths uneven.

"What a-are you d-doing?" She stammered out, tightening her grip on his arm.

"Why do always ask that? You know very well what I'm doing." He released his arm from her hold, moving his hands downwards towards her waist. She gasped, coming to her senses she pushed away from him then ran straight to the bathroom and bolted the door behind her, his husky laughter following her.

***
She stood in front of the mirror, a small smile on her lips as she reminisced what occurred moments ago. Somehow, being a baby mama didn't seem like a bad idea like it did before. She found herself wondering how their baby would look, would it look like it's father or her?  And would it take her eyes or his? They'd know in 9 months time.

Not that all these mattered though, what really mattered was joy of holding her little bundle in her hands, someone she could show all the care in the world and teach her beliefs, someone who could continue any legacy she'd leave behind, she'd get to experience the joy of motherhood. She already felt guilty for the circumstance with which she'd have the baby, she always hoped to have the perfect family, one which she'd make with someone she loved dearly, not for some contract.

To make up for that, she'd do everything she could to make sure they have a good life. She still wasn't sure of Vincent's plans for both her and the baby but didn't think he'd do anything that'd cause harm to either of them. Maybe going through the contract would be a good idea.

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To whoever must have waited for this update I'm sorry, I've just started college and it isn't as easy as I thought. I'm back home for the holidays and would try my best to update regularly before resumption next year.

Merry Christmas in advance to y'all and sorry for the short chapter.