LILITH AND THE BIKER

CHAPTER NINE

He stared at me.

Then his eyes dropped to the chart in my lap, and every trace of the calm, professional doctor vanished.

"Why are you here?"

I said nothing. My throat was bone-dry.

He took another step into the exam room, closing the distance between us until the sharp, familiar scent of his cologne filled my lungs.

"Lilith."

My fingers tightened around the paper folder until the edges crumpled. "I have an appointment."

"I can see that." His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking wildly in his cheek. "What kind of appointment?"

I looked away, unable to hold his piercing gaze.

He moved closer. "What are you trying to do?"

"Nothing."

His laugh was sharp. Cold. "Nothing?"

Before I could react, his hand shot out and snatched the file from my lap.

"Sean, give that back—

He was already scanning the top line. His eyes froze. The color drained from his face, only for a dark, suffocating tension to take its place.

His gaze moved slowly back to mine. "Lilith..."

I swallowed hard, the silence between us heavy enough to crush me.

"Are you pregnant?" The question sounded like an accusation.

I didn't answer.

"Are you pregnant?" His voice cracked through the room.

"Yes." The word barely left my lips.

"How far along?"

I stared at the floor. "Twelve weeks."

Silence. I could practically hear the gears in his mind colliding, shattering his pristine, orderly world into pieces.

He looked back at the paper, then directly into my eyes. "You're twelve weeks pregnant."

I nodded.

"With my child?"

I kept my mouth shut. He didn't need a verbal answer he already knew the math.

His expression hardened into marble. "What are you trying to do?"

"Lilith—

"Answer me." His voice dropped low, carrying a dangerous edge far more terrifying than if he had shouted.

I forced myself to take a breath and meet his eyes. "I'm terminating it."

He went completely still. "No."

I frowned. "I wasn't asking for your permission."

"You can't be serious."

"I am."

"You're terminating my child?"

"No it’s my child," I corrected fiercely.

His eyes flared. "Don't tell me you're terminating it."

"I have to!"

"You have to?"

"Yes!"

"Why?"

"Because I can't do this!"

"Do what?"

"Have a baby!" I shouted back, tears finally stinging the corners of my eyes.

His gaze narrowed into dangerous slits. "You've had three months to think about this."

"I didn’t know!"

"And this is what you decided?"

"Yes."

He stared at me as though I were a stranger, entirely unable to grasp how I could sit there and say it with such terrifying certainty.

"I have my plenty thing to achieve," I continued, my voice trembling now. "I have a life. I have plans. I can't suddenly become a single mother and pretend everything will work out!"

"You wouldn't be alone."

I laughed a dry, bitter sound. "Really?"

His jaw tightened. "Yes."

"You have a fiancée, Sean."

He said nothing.

"You were engaged before you met me, and you're still engaged now."

"It's complicated," he gritted out.

I stared at him, cold reality washing over me. "Of course it is."

"It is."

"No, Sean. It's not."

He stepped closer, invading my space. "You don't know anything about my relationship."

"I know you have a ring on your finger!"

His eyes dropped briefly to his hand before snapping back to mine. "That doesn't mean—

"It means everything Sean! You cheated on your fiancée!"

I stood up, unable to stay trapped in that chair for a second longer.

"I am not going to bring a child into this mess and wait around for you to decide whether you want to leave her!"

"I never asked you to wait around!"

"Exactly!"

"I didn't come to this clinic to find you," I whispered, holding myself together by a thread.

His eyes hardened. "Then why didn't you tell me?"

"Because it was one night."

Something shifted in his face.

"It was just one night?."

I watched pain, anger, and utter disbelief ripple across his sharp features.

"You think that's all it was?" he asked softly.

I forced myself to look away. "Yes. It was."

"Then why do you remember exactly how long it's been?"

My head snapped back toward him.

He stepped toward me, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. "You said three months."

I froze. My breath hitched.

"I... I just remember dates," I stammered quietly.

"You disappeared before I woke up," he pressed, taking another step.

"You never called."

"You could have found me!" I shot back, tears blurring my vision. "If you wanted to, you would have! But you didn't! Because you were engaged!"

His expression hardened again. "And?"

"And I wasn't going to become the woman who ruined someone else's life!"

"Yet you're carrying my child."

The words hit me like a slap. I flinched.

His voice softened, though the intensity in his eyes never wavered. "I'll take responsibility."

I stared at him. "What?"

"The baby." He didn't hesitate for a single second. "I'll take responsibility."

I shook my head, taking a step back. "No. No, this cannot happen."

"I know."

"Then why are you saying it?!"

"Because I'm the father!"

"And what does that actually mean, Sean?!"

"It means you don't have to do this alone!"

A hollow laugh escaped me. "You're still engaged."

"It's complicated."

"You keep saying that!"

I crossed my arms tightly across my chest, building every wall I had left. "Then make it uncomplicated."

His eyes locked onto mine. For a long, agonizing moment, neither of us breathed.

Then, he said quietly, "I can't promise you that."

My chest squeezed so hard I couldn't get air into my lungs.

"Then you can't promise me anything," I whispered.

He looked at me for several agonizing seconds. Slowly, his gaze dropped to my flat stomach, lingering there until a shift occurred deep within him.

When he looked back up, the anger was completely gone.

"You are not making this decision alone, Lilith."

“You will not decide what i want”

"Sean—"

"No." He shook his head. "You walked into my hospital thinking you could erase this without me ever knowing."

"I didn’t know you worked her and besides it’s better for the both of us!"

"But you were going to make a decision that affects me for the rest of my life!"

I had no answer. The air in the room felt too thick to breathe.

He turned and moved toward the exit, his hand gripping the metallic handle.

Without turning around, he said, "We're going to talk about this again and your terminating my baby."

Your baby?

I stared at his back, my pulse hammering in my ears. "And if I don't want to?"

Sean finally looked over his shoulder, his eyes locking onto mine with an unyielding, possessive grip.

"Then I'll find another way to make you listen."

The door clicked open, and he walked out, leaving me alone in the freezing quiet.