Freddie's POV
I force myself out of bed, throw on a sweater and go downstairs. Roger is still asleep on the couch.
'Roger! Hey! Wake up!' I yell. He groans and opens one eye.
'Wow, thanks for always being so nice to me. First you force me to sleep on a couch and then you yell at me for no reason. What the f**k?' He growls. I ignore it.
'We need to talk.'
'Mhmm.'
'By the way, you look like you've been dragged through hell. Lemme get you some water.' I fill up a glass of water in the kitchen, give it to him and sit down next to him.
'Okay. I know I've asked you this before, but I'm gonna ask it again anyway so please answer honestly. Is Dominique pregnant?' I look at him, but he just stares at the ground. 'Hey, don't be scared or whatever. You're still my best friend. I won't get mad
