NIGHT LIGHT

CHAPTER FOUR.

A/N: Hi Loves, I'm finally back with another chapter YAY!! took me longer than I thought. Heads up, the whole thing with the DNA and blood tests. I don't actually know if you can perform a paternity test on a baby that early. (so if you can't just imagine you can.)

Well, after all that. Please, Happy Reading Loves. 😉😋

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"Well how did it go?"

"He didn't throw me out of the office, if that's what you're mean."

"So...not so good then?"

"More like a ... happy to see me, then I told him, he stared at me like I had two heads then became an emotionless masked businessman. I don't know."

"Huh?"

"You're not making any sense."

"Listen, I told him, and he started to treat me like I was faking the pregnancy as plot to get him in my clutches. I told him to get over himself and call me when he makes an appointment with a doctor if he didn't believe me."

"Nice, so you got pissed off and told him to shove it... I like it." Concluded KT.

"Whatever, all I know is that that I didn't need him then, and I don't need him now.  I'm tired and hungry, all I want to do is curl up in bed. You can show yourselves out."

"Aow that hurt, is that anyway to speak to your friends who care about you?"

"No, but it's a way to talk to someone whose irritating me." Mocked Mix.

Khaotung began to pout. Mix wasn't buying it, his steadily reducing tolerance level won out over his friend's fake sulk.

"If you've got time to pout then go home and show Podd."

"Oi Khaotung, I think that's our que to leave." Nudged White.

KT assessed Mix and conceded. "Ok we'll go for now, but we expect details later, alright."

Mix retired to his bed after eating his fill of recent cravings. Comforted by the covers, his mind drifted back to the meeting that afternoon. The passionate mysterious man he met all those months ago was not the same man he met today. The man he met was distant, and cold. 

He began his unconscious routine of practiced circular motions on his subtle bump.

So baby, you met your daddy today huh. 

Mix closed his eyes, his heart started to race as images of Earth sped through his mind. The warmth of his body. his bigger hands at his waist, the masculine scent of black pepper and vanilla and the silkiness of his hair.

He wondered if they will ever be able to get back to that place.       Who are you kidding Mix, you were never friendly to begin with.

Mix felt any chance of normalisation of the circumstances between him and Earth slip through his fingers. He let out a sigh curling up into the foetal position, finally drifting off to a well-deserved slumber.

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The annoying blare of the phone woke Mix, from a much-needed slumber. He fumbled for the phone, only making enough effort to outstretch his arm.

Who's the idiot that won't let me sleep?

"Hello."  He answered. Voice still weak from sleep.