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Casey's POV

After bitching Austin out for not going to the shops I call Miguel to help me out.

That man drops everything for me and I'm going to prove to Austin just how much I can get someone to help me do something. Even if that means getting him to help Austin paint our fucking son's room so his Sorry ass can run down to the store for me.

We've run out of everything and it's too cold for me to go outside. Well cold enough for me not wanting to go out. Plus, starting up the car is becoming a nuisance because my stomach takes up a lot of room between me and the steering wheel.

I know a lot of woman deal with this all the time, but I'm just too lazy.

Pulling Miguel's name up on the screen I call him and put on my seductive voice. The one I know that makes Miguel weak in the knees for. "Miguel, can you come over and help my fiancé with painting the baby's room. I want him to go to the store and he's taking too long with the room."

Miguel: Casey, I'm not coming to your place. I've told you a hundred times that I don't want anything to do with you.

Me: You don't mean that, Miguel. When I call you come running.

Why isn't this working for him? It used to. I'll have to be more demanding and see what happens.

Miguel: Not this time. I met someone and she's the one I'll be dropping things for. Not you. Please lose my number.

That's not going to happen. I'm not going to lose his number. He's the only guy that I know will help me when I'm in trouble.

Me: You don't have a girlfriend. You're saying that just to get rid of me. I've known you a long time, Miguel and during that time you've never had a girlfriend.

Miguel: Things change. People move on. You're pregnant and living with the father of your child. Be happy Casey and forget all about me.

Me: I don't want to forget you, Miguel. You were the best I ever had.

And I mean every word I just said to him.

Miguel: Why don't you call your neighbour? I'm sure he'd love to help, Austin with the work.

I'm not going to call Clarke. If I do Austin's going to get suspicious of us and I don't want him to.

Miguel: The next time you call me I won't be answering, Casey. I'll see you around.

The dial tone greets my ears and my face turns red with anger. "Who the fuck does that guy think he is. Hanging up on me and telling me what to do." I stomp towards the door and looks at Austin. "If it wasn't for you I'd with someone who loves me. I hate you, Austin." With that, I walk out the door and slam it shut behind me. "Fucking, bastard." I start rambling and then I look at the door next to ours.

Knocking on it I wait for Clarke to answer the door. It doesn't take too long before he's opening the door. "What are you doing here, Casey?"

Pushing the door open I walk through it and then turn towards him. "I wanted to see you. Austin's painting our son's room." I move towards him and place his hand over my belly. "Can you feel him kicking?"

"Yes," a smile spreads across his face. The baby kicks and he moves his hand. "That awesome. I can't wait to meet the little one. I'm going to ask you once more Casey. What are you doing here?"

"I want you to fuck me, Clarke. But, first I need to raid your fridge and get something to eat. We don't have anything in ours."

Clarke frowns and pulls me into his arms. "Why is your fridge bare?"

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