After Five Years Of Marriage

8: Pregnancy report

Dylan left the company earlier and drove to Rosie's house, where she lived alone in her rented apartment. He couldn't wait to get into bed with her.

He had already collected the food he ordered online and drove quickly to Rosie's house, as he wanted to make passionate love to her.

Rosie was in the living room of her rented apartment, as only four tenants lived in the building. It was a one-story building, and she paced about in the living room, thinking about how she would tell Dylan that she needed money from him. She waited for him to arrive at her home.

Rosie had already called Dylan to ask where he was, and he told her he was on his way to her house.

Soon, Rosie heard the sound of a car honking at her house gate. A security guard worked at the gate, and he was already familiar with Dylan's face, even though he didn't know who Dylan was.

The security guard pulled the gate open for Dylan. Dylan then drove his car into the compound and parked.

Dylan stepped down from his car and walked up to Rosie's house door, holding the package containing the two takeaway meals he had ordered from the best restaurant in their city online. He approached her door and rang the doorbell.

Rosie swiftly pulled her living room door open and saw Dylan standing there in his black suit. She greeted him happily, "Welcome home, sweetheart."

Rosie hugged Dylan, and they kissed before he carried her in his arms in a bridal style and walked into the living room.

As soon as Dylan walked into her living room with Rosie in his arms, she took the package from his hand.

Dylan used his left foot to push the living room door shut and took Rosie straight to the couch. He continued kissing her on the lips while holding her in his arms before gently putting her down on the couch.

Rosie responded to Dylan's kisses, kissing him back. They exchanged kisses for a while until Dylan reached to take off her dress from her body.

Rosie was wearing a light blue transparent gown, but she stopped Dylan's hand midway, frowning and looking away from him.

Dylan stopped kissing Rosie's neck and asked her, "What's wrong, babe?"

Rosie gulped hard and told him in a hoarse voice, "I'm pregnant."

"What!" Dylan swiftly pulled away from Rosie. He looked at her face in disbelief at what she had just told him.

His jaw clenched, and he stood up from the couch, still fully clothed in his black suit.

Dylan asked Rosie, "How come? I mean, I thought we always used protection?"

Rosie frowned and stared back at Dylan's face. She replied, "It's possible that the condom broke when we were being rough."

"Hmm." Dylan raked his short black hair in frustration as he contemplated divorcing Jessica. He paced slowly in the living room and looked back at Rosie, finally asking her, "So, what do we do now about the pregnancy?"

Rosie looked at Dylan's face in disbelief and could see that he looked restless with the news of her being pregnant. She hadn't expected the news to make Dylan look so devastated that he lost interest in sleeping with her.

Rosie stood up from the black couch where she was seated and walked up to Dylan, telling him, "Calm down, babe. Is this why you're looking so annoyed?"

Dylan stopped pacing in the living room of Rosie's apartment and looked at her face, asking, "And you don't expect me to be angry about it?"

"Why should you be angry, babe? I thought you loved me and would be happy with the news of me being pregnant with your child. Mind you, we've been sleeping together since last month."

"s**t. No," Dylan wanted to refute.

"Don't tell me no, Dylan. I thought you loved me very much. Or wait—what are you planning to have me do? Just know that this is my first pregnancy, and I cannot abort it," Rosie said, with a serious frown on her face, and Dylan looked at her in confusion as he gulped back all he wanted to say.

Dylan replied, "I'm still confused about this pregnancy, Rosie. How did you get pregnant? I mean, I'm sure the condom never broke."

"Stop saying that, Dylan, and here's the medical test report if you want to see it. And if you still want us to go to the hospital for another test, then I'll gladly go with you now to any hospital of your choice. Why are you angry about me being pregnant with your child, Dylan? So, you only want me as your mistress, and whenever you're horny and needing someone besides your wife to sleep with, you'll come here to my house and do it however you want, right?" Rosie questioned Dylan, and he fell mute, as that was truly how he wanted it.

"Look, Dylan, I'm truly pregnant with your child, and I'm not going to abort it. I'm serious," Rosie said, and she looked away from Dylan as he didn't know what to reply next.

Dylan put both hands on his waist as he stood staring at Rosie's face confusedly for a while as she sat back on the couch.

He had always been careful with her whenever he slept with her and had not once made a mistake without using protection.

Dylan always ensured he used the finest brand of condoms he bought and never accepted any that Rosie offered him.

Rosie looked at the two takeaway meals Dylan had bought for her hungrily, as she hadn't eaten and had been pacing since the afternoon in her living room. She was thinking about how she would scam Dylan out of the huge amount of money that Frederick Joseph was requesting from her.

Rosie loved Frederick so much and knew that even if she agreed to marry Dylan, it would only be as his second choice. The fans and people in their city would not accept her and might even curse her for breaking another woman's home and stealing her husband instead of finding her own.

Rosie loved Frederick, and he knew about the secret cameras in her home. She was the one who had granted him access to install the cameras, and he had recorded her and Dylan whenever they made love. He promised to edit her face out so that when they decided to post the video for the fans to see how obsessed Dylan was with s*x and how strong his sèxual appetite was, it would only ruin Dylan's image and not hers.

Rosie then stood up from the couch and walked over to Dylan, who was standing in her living room, pinching the space between his brows. He touched his forehead as he raked his short black hair, and she told him, "Babe, you need to calm down; I'm not cheating on you."

Dylan looked at Rosie's face again in disbelief, still finding it hard to believe that she was truly pregnant with his child.

Rosie wrapped her arms around Dylan's waist. He was a very tall man, and she could barely reach his shoulder height.

She hugged him tightly and faked her tears as she sobbed against his chest, saying, "I'm also surprised to see the test results, Dylan. I know you're still on the verge of divorcing your wife, and I don't want it to seem like I'm eager and pushing you to do it. But I really am not. I know that if I hadn't left the city before, you wouldn't be staring at me like this now, and this could have been our third child together as a couple. Having that you and Jessica already have two kids together, they could have been our kids, Dylan—just you and me, and not you and Jessica." Rosie cried against Dylan's chest even more, and he calmed down and finally hugged her back. He told her, "It's okay, babe; stop crying. Hmm."

"No, you just stared at me with rejection clearly written in your eyes, Dylan, for the product of our love. And you stared at me and our unborn child like we both mean nothing to you," Rosie moved away from hugging Dylan and stared away from him like an angry wife who needed petting.

Dylan sighed and walked back to Rosie. He hugged her from behind her waist as he imagined taking her from behind.

"I'm so sorry, babe; stop crying," Dylan said as he hugged Rosie and petted her to stop crying by rubbing her back. Rosie even cried more while Dylan sighed and walked with her to the couch.

Dylan sat on the couch first and placed Rosie on his thighs. He thought it wasn't a bad idea if he actually took Rosie home to his house with Jessica. Besides, he wanted to divorce Jessica, and it would be easy for him to move on, as Rosie was expecting his third child, even though it was her first pregnancy.

"Dylan..." Rosie stopped crying as she cuddled up in Dylan's arms, sitting comfortably on his thighs like a child or a little baby.

Dylan asked Rosie in his deep, masculine voice, "What's it, Rosie?"

"I'm hungry, Dylan. My baby and I want to eat," Rosie touched Dylan's face and cupped his jawline as she turned his face to face her.

Dylan met Rosie's brown eyes and stared down at her thin lips before looking away at the two takeaway foods he had ordered online and brought to her home.

He told her, "Stand up first; let me get it for you from the table."

Rosie stood up from Dylan's thighs, but she gently touched his chest to make him wait.

She gently pushed him back to sit on the couch and said, "No, Dylan; you sit. Let me go and get the plate and spoon from the kitchen first, so you can feed me with it."

Dylan gulped and didn't know what to say to Rosie. He sat back on the couch and watched her catwalk to the kitchen.

Seeing Rosie's slim figure and waistline through her almost transparent blue nightgown, Dylan got aroused again. He had wanted her before, but the news of her pregnancy had made him lose interest earlier, and he awaited her return from the kitchen.