Pregnant.

All fucking three sticks say that I, Harley Sabrina Snart, am pregnant.
That just knocked the air right out of my lungs.

I breathe in and out slowly to prevent myself from hyperventilating. My heart my beating fast, probably 166 beats a minute. I'm scared, immensely scared.

I don't want to wreck the love that Valentino and Marilyn have. I don't want Marilyn to hate me. I like her and she seems like the type to make a good friend. I don't want her to hate my guts now all because of Valentino and I's stupid drunken mistake.

I mean, the thought of abortion is on my mind but I don't know...
I'm just not sure if I want to book a doctor's appointment for an abortion without thinking things through.

I start to remove my makeup and take off the dress before I take a quick shower.
In the shower, I couldn't help but look at my now growing belly. I was in so much denial but now I can't deny the fact that I'm pregnant anymore.
I'm still in the early stages so right now my stomach just looks like a food belly.

It's probably from the excessive amount of junk food I've been consuming.

As I'm now all dressed in my nightwear, I head to my refrigerator and take out a nice big tub of chocolate mousse ice cream and head to my living room but am stopped on my way when the buzzer goes off.

"Miss Snart, Mr Princely is here to see you. Should I allow him up?" The administrator at the front desk asks through the speaker.

Oh god, I'm not ready to see Valentino just yet. Not after just gaining knowledge about my pregnancy.

"Let him up," I find myself impulsively replying.

I couldn't reject his visitation. It would not only be rude but also raise suspicions especially since I just left the gala without a second word.

After a few seconds, the elevator dings and opens to a very handsome Valentino still dressed in his suit.

"So you seriously left the gala, just for some ice cream?" He says with amusement in his eyes as he looks at the ice cream tub in my hands.

"...well...no...yes. Yes I did, that and also the party was a bit boring. I'll just send in my donation tomorrow morning. Probably double it as an apology for leaving so soon," I said, trying to act as nonchalant as possible.

"Okay then. How are you, are you feeling better because you were talking about something like...periods? Then you left without another word." He shakes his head as though he just erased some type of thought.

"No, I was uhm, talking about...perimeters?" It sounded as if I was asking instead of telling.

Perimeters? Really, Harley? Is that the best you can do?

"Perimeters?" He lifts a questioning eyebrow.

I nod my head vigorously. "Mhmm. Definitely. My perimeters." Damn my lie is worse than a six-year-old toddler's.

"You know you might just be the worst liar I've ever met," he smirks and willfully suppress the urge to slap that smirk off his gorgeous face.

"I'm not lying," the pitch of my voice heightened a whole notch.

Real smooth, Harley.

"Sure," he says with a sarcastic face.

"Listen here you, you, you wet sock," I deadpan.

"Wet sock?" He chuckles, "am I that bad that you would compare me to a wet sock?"

"You're as bad as bubblegum stuck under your shoe," I huff and he chuckles. This feels good. Insulting each other, that feels good and natural. Not like when we slept together and me finding out that I'm pregnant with his baby.

Gosh, I'm pregnant. Just the thought of it makes me nar. Should I even tell Valentino? I mean I don't like the guy but I don't want to ruin the guy's life by burdening him with a baby.

A baby which I can handle all by myself. I don't want to ruin his engagement. I'm not a homewrecker. I mean, for all I know he and Marilyn could already have a little bundle of joy at home. It wouldn't be fair of me to just barge in and confuse their child with another child, from another woman.

"Harls, are you okay?" Valentino distracts my disruptive train of thoughts.

"Mmm? Uh, yeah. Perfect. Never been better," the lie couldn't have sounded any more pathetic.

"Are you sure because it appears something's bothering you?" He sighs and starts walking towards me and stops when there's not much space between us. "Tell me the truth, Harley. Are you pregnant with my child?" He lowers his voice and I look away, anywhere but his eyes.

If I look up into his green orbs, I might just sell myself out. If he finds out, chaos could break loose and I'm not one for conflict. I'm all for peace and loving and I don't like homewreckers.

"Harley. Look me in the eyes and tell me the truth," he demands and I look up and meet his green eyes. These breathtakingly beautiful greens have haunted my mind for the past 48 days.

"No. I'm not. I'm not pregnant." I lie through my teeth.

The next he does surprises me the most. He leans in and crashes his lips onto mine.
I find myself soon kissing him back but the thought of Marilyn Payne crosses through my mind and suddenly I don't wish to fall under his enchantment again.

I press the ice cream tub I've been holding in my hands against his chest and push it into him as I break the kiss.

I clear my throat and bite my bottom lip as I look him in the eyes. "We can't, you have a fiancé and most probably a child at home. I don't want to wreck your beautiful home with whatever the hell this is," I look down at the ice cream and walk back to the kitchen to return it.

"Marilyn and I broke it off," he says and I lean against the island with my legs crossed.

"And now you want me to be your rebound?" I raise both eyebrows.

"No, I broke it off because of you," he says and my heart skips a beat. A feeling of excitement overcomes my body but I hide it.

"See, that's what I didn't want. I didn't want to ruin the beautiful relationship you guys had," I sigh in exasperation.

"It was a mutual breakup. She's been having an affair with Mark. I didn't tell her about you though," he admits but I still suppress the smile fighting to come across my face.

"But...we...Valentino. We just can't," I grunt in irritation. "I'm not supposed to like you!" I groan.

"You like me?" He smirks and I glare at him.

"I mean, yeah. But we're not friends!"

"Yeah, but we could be lovers," I shake my head, fighting a dangerous smile.

"You're complicating things honestly. Everything's already complicated with the baby and your-"

"What baby?"

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