(Y/N)'s POV:
Laito walked past the limousine where all of his brothers were heading. He walked off of school grounds with me in his arms. While people stared at us, he just kept on walking. "Uh, Laito?" I called out his name. I looked up at him. Happiness seemed to be absent from his expression.
Through that sorrow, he smiled at me, looking down. "Yes~ my little bitch?" He called out to be, placing me on a bench just off of school grounds.
"Why aren't we taking the car home? Won't it be easier?" I was confused, so I questioned his motives. He is probably going to do something perverted. I should prepare myself.
"Ne~" he sang, "I want some quality time with you. My brothers would just spoil the fun that we could have," I was right. He IS going to do something.
"I'm not in the mood right now, Laito," I scoffed at him. "Not today, I still feel sick," my stomach started to cramp up. The nausea returned to me. I had a faint headache. I tried to stand up. Laito forced me back down.
"Don't push yourself too hard, I'll be your legs. You would be sad to know what would happen if you were to hurt yourself accidentally," he sat down next to me. What the hell does he mean? I fall on my ass a daily basis. Is he just now noticing?
"What do you mean?" I asked Laito. He seemed to be hiding something from me. Why can't he just tell me? He probably knows what is making me feel this way. I put my hand on his shoulder, I let myself melt into his warm chest. I was tired. I put all of my weight onto his body.
Caressing my hair, Laito started to ask me questions. "How would you feel about being a mother? Birthing my child?" The words that slowly crept out of his mouth hit me with a wave of shock. Why would he ask me something like that? The answer is 'yes', I would. I began to blush.
"I would gladly do it for you, you should know that by now," I joked about it to him. I started to smile at the thought of Laito trusting me enough to hold his child.
He stopped caressing my hair, he gently grabbed it. He pulled me in a way that I was looking back up at him. "That makes me happy," he grinned down at me. "Because what you've been feeling was a fetus growing inside of you." My heart sank. He said it so bluntly. Is he telling the truth? He has to be. That is very plausible.
"How do you know?" I asked, it was most likely a joke, knowing him.
He hesitated to speak, "Reinhart's tests revealed that you are pregnant," he admitted. I could not tell the expression that he was making. It was a mix between sorrow and joy.
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