Pregnant with the Bad Boy

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I looked at myself quickly in the small mirror, I was still red from exertion and Dylan had left a hickey on my neck, I smiled at his carelessness, it was very sexy.

“Babe what do you say about Thai food?” His voice echoed into the small space as I pondered for a few seconds, as long as it wasn't pizza.

“Okay!” I turned on the shower and stepped in, it felt good to get rid of the sweat and I quickly grabbed my own shampoo thankfully before I rooted out the razor and quickly ran it over my skin without shower cream, it was a half-hearted attempt to do but presentable as I rinsed out my hair and turned off, I was exhausted and it was only mid-day, I needed a more sedate hobby than having s*x with Dylan as soon as I saw him.

I tugged at one of the towels that probably wasn't clean, I sighed, Dylan wasn't the most organized man, but he was never home either.

I walked out the door, Dylan was still looking at his phone when I threw off my towel and he looked up at my naked body in amazement as if he had just not seen me.

I took out a white tank top with thin ties and a pair of shorts, it wasn't like any of us were going anywhere.

“You're going to kill me.” his voice was excited again and I laughed at his frustration as I lay down on what had quickly become my side of the old bed.

“Forget it, tough guy, I'm hungry.” His sour face quickly disappeared when I said those words, it made me so warm that he cared for me as much as he did, that he loved me despite my dark sides.

“it's just as well, I'm more exhausted a day at home with you than a full day at work.” He smiled teasingly as I slapped his arm lightly and turned to face him, he was still looking at the phone when he saw me staring at him and looked down at me and smiled questioningly.

“What is it babe?” His voice was warm, and I curled closer to him.

“I'm just so happy to be here with you.” He put the phone down and pulled me into his arms.

“Me too.” He kissed my head and I smiled blissfully at his arms around me, this must have been heaven on earth.

“How do your feet feel?” I looked guiltily at his bandaged feet, he wiggled them happily, but I saw the pain creeping up his face.

“Dylan, please. Why can't you take something for the pain?” My voice was pleading as his immediately stiffened at my question.

“I don't want to.” He turned his head away from me as I looked at his evasive face in prayer.

“It's just that I suffer so much when I see that you are in so much pain...” I fell silent and waited for an answer as he looked up at the ceiling.

“I don't want to take a lot of things when I don't have to, I saw what it did to my mom during her last days.” He closed his eyes, and I was ashamed to have pressed him, of course. he had all that happened to her fresh in his mind.

“Sorry.” I whispered the word in the room that was dead silent around us, the only thing heard was cars driving further away as he hugged my shoulder comfortingly, even though it was me who was supposed to comfort him, typical Dylan.

“it's not your fault.” He sighed heavily and I went along with it, life wasn't fair.

We remained silent; it was as if I understood that he didn't want to talk about it anymore even if I wanted to ask.

Do you want me to come with you when you're better, you know, to her grave? I regretted my words as soon as I said them as his body froze around me.

“I haven't been there yet.” Not since the funeral. His voice was so sad that I wanted to cry myself when he talked about her.

“Okay.” I whispered the words, I wished I knew everything about what had happened so I wouldn't have to say such stupid things to him all the time, but I didn't know if I dared to ask him about it yet.

“I wish I could have met her.” I swallowed in nervousness as he laughed and ran his hand over my face.

“Me with Jennifer.” his voice was sad now and I closed my eyes hard, why was I so damn stupid for saying the wrong things all the time?

I twisted the cross around with my fingers, it felt so awful that he had no one in the world but me.

He saw that I was doing it and smiled faintly when I looked up, afraid that he would be angry that I was playing with it without thinking about it.

“It looks good on you.” He drew his finger along my cross and out onto my neck and collarbone, I shuddered as he touched me.

“Thank you...” I let it go and put my hand on his cheek, my beautiful fine man.

“I'll give you a ring someday... but that's all I have.” His eyes were a little embarrassed as I shook my head quickly, he never had to be embarrassed, not for me.

“I don't need a ring Dylan, I need you.” His face lit up at my response and he kissed me tenderly on the forehead.

“How did I get so lucky to get in your way?” He spoke more to himself than to me, and I smiled secretly as I answered quietly.

“My desire for revenge probably.” I know it wasn't the right moment, but I giggled to and he laughed with me lowly as I stood up enough to look into his eyes that were looking lovingly at me.

“I love you so much.” It felt good to say it, how many times I even said it to him.

“God knows I love you too.” He leaned forward and our foreheads met for a few seconds.

A loud knock made us both jump as I stared in horror at Dylan's calm face.

“Food.” He pointed to the front door, and I quickly got up and dug out my wallet, he looked at me disapprovingly as I headed out of the bedroom.

“What?” I blinked innocently at his annoyed face, what was wrong?

“I can pay Jen.” His voice was rough and serious as I rolled my eyes exaggeratedly at his medievalism.

“So can I.” I got a determined smile on my face as he sighed and leaned up.

“Where I come from, the man pays.” I laughed lightly at his concerned look as I waved but my old wallet.

“that's if you're dating Dylan, and we've skipped that whole bit.” I chuckled to myself and he sank back down looking distant, I just looked at his weird reaction and shrugged, whatever it was I would surely get it out of him after I picked up the Thai food he promised me.

There was a teenage boy standing on the other side when I opened the door, I looked kindly at his pretty face which turned bright red just from standing there.

Bye. I watched waiting for him to tell me how much he was going to have as he seemed to have frozen solid, his eyes on my breasts. I realized just how transparent it was, and especially in the daylight. I looked at his petrification in amusement and folded my arms.

“Hey junior, don't you know it's rude to stare at girls like that?” He flinched as I brought him out of the coma he was in, and he turned even redder at my rebuke.

“Sorry!” He closed his eyes quickly and I smiled indulgently at him, if there was anything I had understood since I started seeing Dylan it was that men in general would stare at me since I stopped hiding in too big clothes.

“It's okay, I just wanted to know how much I owe?” I leaned against the doorframe as he panicked and started rummaging around in his pockets with all the bags around him.

“Jen?” I heard Dylan's voice behind us from the bedroom and the teenager looked even more stressed.

“I'm on my way, the delivery guy just has some problems with the receipt.” I smiled sweetly at his shaky hands as he pulled the receipt up with an overjoyed look on his face.

“Here it is! it's 12,67.” I pulled out the bills and handed it to him with a dry look and he quickly handed me the heavy bags, how much food had Dylan actually ordered?

“Thank you.” I closed the door in front of him smiling brightly and went back to Dylan who was sitting up in bed now, I put the bags down between us.

“What the hell took so long?” He looked down into one of the bags and grabbed a box before I had even sat down on the bed properly.

“Delivery guy staring at my tits.” I gaped as he looked up at me cursing and was about to put the box down and get out of bed when I stopped him.

“No Dylan, he was just a teenager, it was no big deal, I don't think he'll do it again to anyone else.” I smiled furtively as he stopped and sat back down sullenly, putting a big bite of chicken in his mouth.

“Teenager or not, he shouldn't f*****g stare at you...” he mumbled now and I put my hand on his arm and smiled lovingly at his beautiful face.

“You mean like women are staring at you, all the time?” I looked down at one of his arms where he lay bare-chested.

“it's not the same Jen.” He looked down at my hand and up at me.

“isn't it?” I raised my eyebrows; he knew he looked good and he had never hidden it or let anyone else forget it.

“No, I know they stare at me, but I don't care about them, I haven't wanted one of them since I moved back home.”

“I don't care if men stare at me either.” I shrugged, trying every day not to be so jealous of him or it would eat me up.

“But I do.” He looked worriedly into my eyes with his big grey serious eyes and the sensual wide mouth I loved to kiss.

“I know how men think Jen.” He looked tense now and I had managed to get one of the packets that had noodles in it which I stuffed into me instead of answering.

“You mean as you thought.” I quickly swallowed the sweet noodles as his face became a mixture of insulted and startled.

“What do you really think of me?” His voice was more hurt than I had anticipated as I looked up in surprise at his saddened look.

I was suddenly ashamed, I had assumed that he had been a heartbreaker, because he was one when younger.

“I don't know...I just assumed you'd had some girls...” I shrugged gently as he continued to regard me like a sad puppy.

“So, you think I've f****d every woman who's come across me?” I didn't like where this was going, I didn't want to fight again, especially when he was in pain.

“not of course not.” I said the words sourly and put down the noodle box, my appetite was gone already.

“What do you mean? Because I seem to be such a man-whore.” He said the word coldly and I gasped, now he sounded so hard again when he talked to me, like we didn't know each other at all.

“I don't know what I meant; can't we just eat instead?” I looked down sourly at my food as he had put down his own box.

“No. I want to know what kind of person you think I am because I've proven so unreliable since I met you.” He looked coldly into my eyes, it stung hard in my chest that he was angry. s**t. This was not at all what I thought this conversation was going to go.

“I thought you f****d everything that moved, okay?!” I looked back angrily now. I didn't know where to hide and the anger felt good as it bubbled up.

He was sneering at me now; I could feel the anger getting worse every second I heard his evil laughter.

“You shouldn't say anything Jennifer, considering you were more than willing the first night, I was the one who stopped us...” he looked so embarrassed now that there was a glint of revenge in his eyes.

I remained silent; he was right. I had wanted him the first night, if not more than he wanted.

“So?!” I spat out the word, struck by his truthful words as he seemed to have seen my panic and looked calmer already.

“So why should I be the one to f**k everything? You might as well have done it too.” His eyes were half amused now though his voice was still serious.

I took an insulted breath, that he dared to say that to me!?

“I told you right away that I had only had s*x once right in the doorway, why would I lie about that?!" I leaned forward now, I wasn't angry anymore, more hurt that he thought I had slept around before him.

“Why would I f**k every chick I've ever met just because they want me to?” he leaned forward now and I blushed at the way he talked, there was no one who talked like him in my world.

“You f****d me...” I stammered out the words now as he got that smile that made him look like a predator with shiny eyes.

“Well, because I wanted to.” he quickly leaned back and I disappointedly pulled back too, my heart beating faster and my mouth dry, the bastard. He'd done it on purpose, where he lay there looking content as I shuddered with that desire inside me.

He grinned as he saw at once that my body had already begun to react to his words that made me want to jump on him.

“Let’s just eat babe.” He picked up the box and I watched sourly as he shoved the chicken back in before he looked at me meanly and I reluctantly picked up the noodles again.

“You are the most horrible man in the world.” I pulled out a string of noodles and put them in my mouth as he just laughed at my sourness.

“You know you love it.” he winked playfully and continued to stuff himself with copious amounts of food.

We ate in silence, I had got through my half when he was on his third box, I looked amused at his satisfied face when the third box was finished.

“Good?” He just smiled and I poked my chopsticks into my drawer, I wasn't hungry anymore but for Dylan I would try to eat it all.

“You don't have to eat everything if you don't want to, I'm not going to try to force you more than you have to.” His face had a full-blown look of unease again and I shook my head.

“No, I want to.” I quickly picked up the sticks and ate quietly as he put his hand my arm and looked sadly at me.

“Sorry.” I looked up tearfully at his loving face and he pulled me close and before I knew it I was crying against his bare skin.

“it's okay, you're okay.” He ran his hand over my back comforting me as he held me again.

“I should never have said that to you…. Being a man w***e…” I looked up red-faced at his pensive face.

“It's cool babe, I get it.” He looked down at me understandingly, it tore at me even worse with the guilt.

“You only know how I was when I was younger.” His voice was almost amused now as I buried my head in his chest again.

“Did you sleep with a lot of girls then?” I didn't know why I had asked because I didn't want to know the answer. He chuckled at my stupid question as if he knew I'd regretted it the second I'd said it.

“Jen, do you really want to know?” He still put his hand over me, and I quickly shook my head, no I didn't want to know how many people had been in his arms before me.

“Thought so.” his voice was so calm over my expected answer as he quickly added.

“But it's not as many as you think.” I smiled when I heard that, I was so damn silly. Did it matter if he'd f****d a lot of girls before me, I was the one here now, and he loved me.

“Dylan?" I looked up at him again and he immediately looked more relieved that I wasn't crying anymore.

“I love you so much, you know that, right?” I snorted as his smile widened and I quickly pulled myself up over his head and kissed him hard.

He opened his eyes as I pulled myself up and he put the hair that fell down my shoulders behind my ears.

“I know Jennifer.” he quickly wiped away the trail of tears across my cheeks and I gratefully lay back down against him.

I must have fallen back asleep when I woke up to him still holding on with one arm and the phone in the other, I quickly looked up and groaned when he saw I was awake and put it down, I quickly glanced at it, was there something he didn't want me to see? I was being ridiculous, no stop it Jennifer, I shook off the stupid feeling that he was hiding something from me and took in his amazing scent as he hugged me yawning, how long had I been asleep really?

“Hey.” I croaked sleepily as he looked amusedly at my tired face.

“Morning beautiful. Nice to sleep?” I nodded heavily and quickly checked my phone, which showed 7:30 in the evening. Panic rushed through me as I sat up squarely from his arms.

“Baby, why didn't you wake me up?” I slapped my hands over my face from the hard sting of guilt that made me slightly nauseous, I had fallen asleep from it all.

“I didn't want to, you looked like you needed to sleep.” He shrugged like it wasn't the biggest thing in the world to him.

“How am I supposed to take care of you like I'm sleeping all the time?!” I said the words a little too harshly, but he just laughed low at my anger and sat up next to me.

“I'm not a child Jen, I'm perfectly capable of fending for myself.” His words cut through me; I didn't want him to have to fend for himself anymore as he had me now.

“I know... but I still want to try, it feels awful to be the one who hurt you and not even be able to help you...” I fell silent as the darkness in me came out, it was my fault.

“Just drop it, Jen.” His voice was irritated out of nowhere and I bit my lip hard, I don't think he understood how guilty I felt.

-I can't, how would you feel if I was the one lying there injured? He fell silent before he had even answered me, and I sighed in resignation.

“it's like a living hell… I know you'll be okay but knowing it was my fault makes everything a hundred times worse.” I swallowed, I refused to cry any more, Dylan would probably throw me out if I cried any more today for sure.

He looked at me for a moment unsure of what to say before he put his hand on my shoulder where I sat slumped on the edge of the bed.

“I would have done it again; you know that right? I would have done it a hundred times again.” I looked up carefully at his serious face.

“Jennifer, I could do anything for you, even if you don't seem to understand it.” He sighed then put his arms comfortably behind his head.

“Which makes me the biggest whipped man in the world.” I blinked in surprise at his speech, anything, he would do anything for me.

 “Oh.” I was silenced by his words, and he looked pleased again as I got up from the bed and he looked at me questioningly.

“I'll just remove the boxes.” I came back with a bag and quickly gathered up all the junk he looked at me admiringly as I pulled the garbage bag together.

“You are absolutely perfect.” He smiled wider as I rolled my eyes at his comment.

“You have low standards baby, it's just garbage.” I smiled now and as usual he had chased away the darkness inside me.

“I'll be right back.” I walked out of the bedroom before he could protest and pulled on some slippers I found, very glamorous of me as I took the phone and the bin bag outside and walked slowly down the loft corridor, I could hardly believe my luck that I had met him again, I thanked God that Mandy had asked me to drive her to the stables.

Mandy. I looked at the phone, no one had called. Not that I had expected it, and honestly, I was tired of having to say sorry all the time.

I came down the stairs, it was empty in the parking lot, so I quickly threw the bag and sat down the end of the stairs.

Why couldn't they just see that he made me happy, and that I was trying to be better for him... I thought of my mother's face about how she looked terrified that I wanted to marry him, which I still did. Nothing had changed on that front.

Then there was Dad and the whole bit about that, I was still wondering what I was going to do there, Mandy had forgiven him so why couldn't I? He had helped me with Dylan when Mom had just abandoned me.

I put my hands in my head, why was everything so complicated when I wasn't in Dylan's arms? I looked up at the door, our door. It was warm inside in the hot night, I slowly got up and walked back up to the big bright spot in my life.

I slowly closed the door when I heard him talking to someone, it was probably his job but I couldn't help but try to eavesdrop like the lousy girlfriend I was.

“I have to go now...” I walked curiously to the door and saw that he was in the bathroom, he had of course dragged himself in, I sighed and went in.

 He was sitting on the toilet with his phone on his shoulder, laboriously pulling on the trouser legs of the jeans he was wearing, I rolled my eyes at his struggle and walked up to his expectant face as he watched me squat down in front of his legs.

“You are very stubborn, you know that?” I gently grabbed one of his legs and pulled as quietly as I could over the bandaged feet, I caressed his bare legs with my fingers and he finally smiled.

“My job was just wondering when I could come back, I'm apparently popular with the ladies.” His smile widened as I laughed and pulled his other leg down over his foot.

“of course, you are.” I kissed his knee quickly and he stroked my cheek with his big hand.

“Why are you so perfect Jen?” His voice was filled with love as I looked up at him happily with my big green eyes shining brightly against his face, could it get any better than this?

“Far from Dylan, far from it.” I laughed and looked at his feet, he grimaced as I lightly touched his foot pad, but he was still better than I had seen him yesterday when I looked like I was suffering all hell.

“You'll probably be able to walk again soon.” I sounded as positive as I could as he watched where he was sitting and watched my movements.

“I hope so, otherwise you'll have to support me.” his words were playful as I quickly shrugged and looked at his foot again.

“The rich heiress.” I rolled my eyes as he laughed, nothing could be further from the truth.

“I knew there was a reason I wanted you.” His eyes glittered mischievously as I gently put his foot down on the floor.

“And my tits.” The laughter bubbled up and he was drawn into it as I stood up again.

“True. They're probably at the top of the list.” He looked at them contentedly through the thin top I was wearing.

I helped him up from the toilet and he held me as tightly as he could before half swearing halfway back to bed.

We were huddled together now, he was tired, the pain was making it hard for him and I really wished he could have taken some painkillers, but I didn't want to push him anymore after he told me about his mother.

“Good night tough guy.” I kissed him lightly on the cheek as he had already begun to breathe more heavily.

I, on the other hand, was wide awake, it was going to be a long night.