A Very Sticky Situation (Completed)

1: Pregnant

Ana's POV

"Ike, I said I'm pregnant," I say once more as silence reigns around me.

"I heard you!" He shuns, almost knocking me off my feet as I feel my heart pierce due to his hard expression and tone of voice, though I secretly expected this kind of reaction.

"This was a bad idea," I converse, my voice shaky, and wipe the wetness from my cheek.

Feeling hurt, I take a step and bend to snatch my purse from where I dropped it earlier. Lifting myself, I am amazed to note his stony mood morph into a smile, more so as he breaks out in a laugh.

"Are you okay?" I investigate in horror at his reaction as fear grips me lightly.

"I've never been happier," he confesses and shortens the space between us. Before I can comprehend what he's about to do I am being engulfed in a hug.

"What are you doing?" I poll, speaking my mind though I get no response as he holds me tight such that my head is resting on his chest while he squeezes me in an embrace.

To my relief he releases me, bestowing me a grin that leaves me perplexed. I stare warily as he guides me to my previous seat.

"I want to be in that baby's life," he tells, making me rise hastily from my seat in anger.

"The hell you are!" I bellow in fury, pushing him away from my vision.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He quizzes, confusion engraved boldly on his face.

"You have no right," I grit, my temper rising a notch.

"May I clearly tell you I have every right, hence that child you are carrying is equally mine as he/she is yours?" He argues, our breaths getting mixed due to our proximity.

"You seized to have the right after you called its mother a slut," I mutter. "And as if that wasn't enough you called her a whore too."

"Ana, calm down," he pleads aiming to grab my shoulders.

"Oh no no, you don't get to tell me to calm down," I sneer. "Need I remind you that this happened while you were engaged?"

"Babe please," he begs.

"Don't you dare touch me!" I shout, slapping his palm away from my view.

"Just hear me out," he sighs.

"No my love," I snicker. "Because you are a cheap hypocrite."

"Ana please, I'm begging you for Christ's sake we are all humans and we make mistakes, don't deprive me of this opportunity!" he cries, lowering himself to my height.

"I had already deprived you of that opportunity already," I inhale, tilting my head upward to prevent another fresh flow of tears.

"What are you talking about," he growls.

"Well," I sneer, masking the pain I feel inside. "Just that I wanted to keep it a secret from you."

"Why?" He implores in panic, going back to his usual stance.

"Isn't it obvious?" I ask pretending to blow on my nails, "you won't suspect a thing, I mean, I'm a whore remember?"

"Then what made you change your mind?" He interrogates, a bone ticking in his jaw.

"You've got my friends to thank for that," I beam happily that I'm able to get him riled up.

"I guess so then," he huffs.

"Now that's settled, I'll take my leave now," I hum, and make a move to turn away, instead I'm held captive as he pulls me to his chest.

"I can't let you go," he murmurs in my ear, his voice filled with emotions.