A Very Sticky Situation (Completed)

41: Threats

Ana's POV

It's been days since Cecilia visited and revealed a lot to me, so much that I can't wrap my head around. Shit happens, but I didn't know such stories were real until I heard it from the horse's mouth.

My fingers clicking away on the keyboard of my laptop, I do some research in regards to the new product we are working on which we are to proceed by this time next week after everything is arranged.

A tone bellows, snapping my attention from what I'm working on. My hands seize their movement as I whirl in search of where it's sounding from.

I halt my frantic actions as I recognize it as my ringtone and fish for my silver purse from beside my feet. Snatching it, I dip my palm in its folds and find the device that's producing the lyrics of Faded through its speakers.

Lifting it to my sight I note the caller as Ike, a smile manifesting on my face as I acknowledge this.

"Hello baby-daddy," I greet cheerily.

"Someone's in a good mood," his husky and enthralling voice replies, provoking goosebumps to grow on my skin.

"Don't start," I snort. "Just appreciate the mood."

"I'm not sure if what you just said makes sense," he ridicules and I roll my eyes even though he can't see me.

"I said, appreciate the mood," I state, gliding my hand on the mouse to prevent the system from going into sleep mode.

"There's only one mood I can appreciate now," he declares through the phone as I sense him get unnecessarily excited.

"And that is?" I ask in ignorance.

"Sex mood bitch," he announces while I facepalm.

"Why do you always think about sex?" I query in a groan.

"I'm a man duh," he replies.

"Don't you know sex can affect the baby at this point?" I implore, knowing he might catch the lie.

"Yeah, as if the tip of my dick would touch the baby's head," he sarcastically responds, and I hold in a laugh at his dry tone.

"What do you know, it's possible," I laugh. "It could even enter the offspring's mouth."

"True, because he/she has their mouth open awaiting my triumphant entry,' he scoffs.

"He/she could be hungry, you never know," I egg him on.

"Well he/she can't eat my manhood so we are both safe," he answers.

"You and who?" I inquire, reclining in the chair and kicking back a little to allow me to place my leg on the desk.

"Me and my child of course," he blurts.

"What about me? Don't I need to be safe too?" I interview, releasing the first button on my white long sleeved shirt. "Besides, I'm the one being drilled."

"When you put it that way," he says and I swear I can hear him cringe at that.

"You men can be so funny," I break out in a laugh.

"You know we are bad parents right?" He mocks and I nod before recalling he won't see me.

"Because we are talking about sex and our baby this way?" I quiz, shaking in humor.

"Yes, while we are supposed to be discussing baby names," he says.

"True, we really are bad parents," I chuckle.

"I heard someone say sex, and I thought to come check," Glory inputs, materializing in the office clad in a peplone pink blouse and black midi skirt.

"Is that Glory?" Ike queries.