My Roommate

Pregnant

It has been a few months now since the dinner at Frank's house. Evan and I have been getting along. He allowed me to continue my schooling but told me I had to come home right after. The end of the semester is already here. Every morning, I started to feel dizzy sometimes vomiting. Thinking it might be vertigo or something I ate until one day I went to class. I don't remember exactly what happened, but I remember my classmates surrounding me while I collapsed to the ground.

I was rushed to the hospital. Evan came as fast as he could. When I woke up again, I found Evan finishing up a phone call. He kissed me on my cheek. "How are you feeling?" In a daze still, I told him I was fine. The nurse told me I was dehydrated and that I'm pregnant. "Congratulations! It looks like you're going to have twins." Twins?! Having one is already enough.

Evan was excited to hear the news. He wasn't literally jumping with joy, but his eyes were no longer as cold as they used to be. Since the news, he has been more loving and affectionate toward me. I texted my boss that I had to leave work because of the pregnancy. He wasn't that happy about it but understood the situation I was in. That night Evan told me he would make both of us dinner.

Evan: Are you excited about our babies?

Me: More scared than nervous.

Evan: *gets me a glass of water* There's nothing to worry about. It's a blessing.

The more I thought about it, the more uneasy I felt. Then it hit me. Whose baby could it be? Danny and Evan slept with me within the same period. Realizing that my life could end once the babies were born, I decided to live it up. Be as fake as possible to live the lavish lifestyle Evan could provide. Drinking the glass of water, Evan continued to talk about the plans for the wedding.

Evan: What do you think about the wedding theme?

Me: I could care less. Why don't we just elope?

Evan: *turning to me with a devilish grin* Someone's eager to tie the knot. *sipping some beer*

Me: Not as eager as you *jokingly*

I could feel him rolling his eyes even with his back turned to me. There was nothing I hated more than feeling restricted. I texted Lila the news, and she was just as excited as everyone around me. We ate our dinner while watching some random show he picked out. The entire time my mind was filled with thoughts about my entire life. How it didn't turn out like I wanted, how I don't get to choose who I want to be with, and how depressed I was when I felt everything went right for once. Joy doesn't last too long.

I didn't want to cry, but I could feel the tears were coming. Damn hormones. I tried my best holding back my tears. Of course, they would all come bursting out. Evan caught it taking the plate away from me. He got me up. I sat on top of him wrapping my arms around his neck continuing to ball my eyes out. "Samantha, talk to me love." As he lifted up my shirt caressing my bare back with his strong hands. He would know sooner or later. "Can I be honest with you?" He had a confused expression but agreed. "Please don't hurt me anymore."

Evan: I thought you liked it.

Me: In bed yes! Not outside the bedroom.

Evan: I'm sorry you've been feeling that way. You could have said something.

Me: That wouldn't have worked! Sometimes you get these mood swings taking it out on me. I can't handle that anymore.

Evan: Fine, I will be gentler around you. I don't think it's just that.

Me: You're right. It's not the only thing on my mind.

Evan: Is it Danny?

Me: That either you or him could be the father? Yes.

Evan took a deep breath. I could feel his heartbreak. "Please don't kill me," I begged. The doorbell rang breaking the tension between us. He got up leaving me plump on the couch. I walked over to the sink in the kitchen washing my face. I began taking our dishes starting to wash them in case it was Frank. I hear a strange voice. It must be the same girl I saw him with the day Danny dragged me out of the house. "I missed you." She said. "I am not in the mood. Get the f**k away from me!" She gets into the house I could hear her coming toward the kitchen. "Playing rough I see? I can play along." Looking at me she tells him, "You couldn't get a maid that's more professional?" I continue to wash the dishes ignoring what she said. He grabs her by the arm shaking her with fear. "Don't you ever disrespect my fiancé! From here on out you are to never come to this house again. Do I make myself clear?" She began to stutter answering his questions. He drags her out of the house, and she runs falling over her steps. I finish what I was doing drying my hands. Trying to escape taking the other way to get to our bedroom.

He shouts my name from across the room. I walk toward him shaking. Scared that he would hit me even though he agreed he wouldn't. When he gets angry, he becomes blind. I look away not wanting to meet his gaze. He lifts my chin with his finger stares at me. I look at his perfectly sculpted face. My knees began to melt. "Before we go any further do you not want to be with me?"

Evan's POV

I didn't know how to feel anymore. I wanted someone to want me after years of being used by Gen. Sam wrapped her arms around my neck giving me a sweet kiss on the cheeks. "I do want you. I do want this to work." I kissed her passionately.

Me: Forget about what Frank said to you and forget about my deal with him. Do you still want this?

Samantha: If you gave me more freedom then yes. I wouldn't mind being with you. I do want to have some sort of relationship with the father of my babies.

He placed his finger on my lips shushing me. "You're free to do whatever you please. I just want you to come home to me. As for the babies, forget about who the father is. From now on I am the father. I can and will take care of you." I wanted to be honest with her as she was with me. She held my face in between her hands kissing me. I hoisted her up she wrapped her legs around me, and we headed toward the closest room.

Samantha's POV

I wanted him. All of him. He was so sexy to me stepping up to the plate. "How about one last rough session?" He smirked licking his lips. I kissed him again smiling in between our kiss. Although our session was rough like usual, I could feel the burning passion between us. "você é meu" he said softly into my ear. (You're mine.)