After Five Years Of Marriage

8| Pregnancy report 1

Dylan left the phone 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 place, eager to make passionate love to her.

Rosie was in the living room of her rented apartment, where only four tenants lived in the one-story building. She paced around the room, thinking about how to ask Dylan for money while waiting for him to arrive.

She had already called him to check where he was, and he told her he was on his way.

Soon, Rosie heard the sound of a car honking behind her house gate. The security guard, who was familiar with Dylan's face, opened the gate for him, even though he didn't know exactly who Dylan was.

Dylan drove into the compound and parked his car. He stepped out and walked up to Rosie's door while holding the package containing the two takeaway meals he had ordered from the best restaurant in the city. He rang the doorbell.

Rosie immediately opened the door and greeted him happily, "Welcome home, sweetheart."

She hugged Dylan tightly, and they kissed. Dylan then lifted her up in his arms, in bridal-style, and carried her into the living room.

As soon as they entered, Rosie took the package from Dylan's hands. He used his left foot to push the living room door shut and brought her straight to the couch, continuing to kiss her neck and cheek before gently setting her down.

Rosie responded to Dylan's hot kisses, kissing him back, too. They exchanged kisses for a while until Dylan reached to take off Rosie's light blue transparent nightgown. However, Rosie stopped his hand midway, frowning and looking away from him.

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

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

"What!" Dylan pulled away from Rosie immediately, looking at her in disbelief.

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

"How could this happen? I thought we always used protection," he asked, frustration evident in his voice.

Rosie frowned and stared back at him. "It's possible the condom broke when we were being rough."

"Hmm." Dylan raked his short black hair in frustration, still contemplating his impending divorce from Jessica. He paced slowly in the living room and finally asked Rosie, "So what do we do now about the pregnancy?"

Rosie looked at Dylan's face in disbelief, seeing how restless he was with the news of her pregnancy. She hadn’t expected it to devastate him to the point where he lost interest in being intimate with her.

She stood up from the black couch and walked over to Dylan, saying, "Calm down, babe. Is this why you're looking so annoyed?"

Dylan stopped pacing and looked at her, 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 about the news of my pregnancy. We have been sleeping together for over a month," Rosie replied.

"s**t! No," Dylan wanted to protest.

"Don't tell me no, Dylan. I thought you loved me very much. Or wait... what do you want me to do? Just know that this is my first pregnancy, and I cannot abort it," Rosie said, her face serious. Dylan looked at her in confusion, swallowing all the responses he had prepared.

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

"Stop saying that, Dylan. Here’s the medical test report if you want to see it. If you want to go to the hospital for another test, I’ll gladly go with you. Why are you angry with me for being pregnant? Do you only want me as your mistress? Whenever you're horny and need someone else aside from your wife to f**k with, you come here and sleep with me?" Rosie questioned, leaving Dylan speechless, as that was indeed how he wanted it.

"Look, Dylan, I'm truly pregnant, and I'm not going to abort it. I'm serious," Rosie said, looking away from him, leaving him unsure of his next words.

Dylan placed his hands on his waist, staring at Rosie in confusion for a while as she sat back on the couch.

He had always been careful when they were intimate, using the finest brand of condoms and never accepting any of the ones Rosie offered him.

Rosie's stomach growled as she eyed the two meals Dylan had bought for her. She hadn't eaten all day and had been pacing around since the afternoon, thinking of how to scam Dylan out of the large sum of money Frederick Joseph was asking for.

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

Rosie loved Frederick, and he knew about the secret cameras in her home. She had given him access to install the cameras, which recorded her and Dylan during their intimate moments. He promised to edit her face out before releasing the tape, ensuring that when they finally posted it, it would ruin Dylan’s image but not hers.

Finally, Rosie stood up from the couch and walked over to Dylan, who was still pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. She wrapped her arms around his waist, as he was quite tall, and she could barely reach his shoulders.

She hugged him tightly, faking tears as she sobbed into his chest. "I'm also surprised by the test results, Dylan. I know you're still in the process of divorcing your wife, and I don't want it to seem like I'm pushing you to do it. But I really am not trying to pressure you. If I hadn’t left the city before, you wouldn’t be looking at me like this now. This could have been our third child together, especially since you and Jessica already have two kids. They could have been ours, just you and me, not you and Jessica..."

Rosie cried more into Dylan's chest, and he finally calmed down and hugged her back. "It's okay, babe. Stop crying," he said.

"No, you just stared at me with rejection clearly written in your eyes, Dylan, for the product of our love. You look at me and our unborn child like we mean nothing to you," Rosie said, pulling away to glare at him like an angry wife needing comfort.

Dylan sighed and walked back to her, hugging her from behind. He imagined being intimate with Rosie from behind.

"I'm so sorry, babe. Stop crying," he reassured her, rubbing her back as she continued to cry like a baby. He led her to the couch.

Dylan sat down first and placed Rosie on his thighs. He thought it might not be a bad idea to take Rosie home with him to live with Jessica. After all, he wanted to divorce Jessica, and it would be easy for him to move on since Rosie was expecting his third child, even though it was her first.

"Dylan…" Rosie stopped crying as she cuddled up in his arms, sitting comfortably on his thighs. He asked in his deep, masculine voice, "What is it, Rosie?"

"I'm hungry, Dylan. My baby and I want to eat," she said, touching his face and cupping his jawline, turning his face to meet hers.

Dylan met Rosie's gaze, staring down at her thin lips before looking away toward the two takeaway meals he had ordered for her.

"Stand up first; let me get it for you from the table," he said.

Rosie stood up from his thighs and gently pushed him back onto the couch. "No, Dylan, you sit. Let me go get the plates and spoons from the kitchen first, so you can feed me," she said.

Dylan gulped, unsure of what to say as he sat back on the couch and watched Rosie catwalk away to the kitchen.

Seeing her slim sexy figure in her almost transparent light blue nightgown aroused Dylan again. He had wanted Rosie before, and only the news of her pregnancy had dampened his interest. He awaited her return from the kitchen.