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Turns out I am pregnant with Massimo kid. Now I'm sitting in bed watching a movie while eating my favorite bag of chips: Fuego's. I had to get them from Mexico straight from Mexico. My mother went to Mexico last month. Being four months pregnant can be a lot. There is a bump, in which I'm rubbing while eating my chips. I talked to Vincent when I found out I was pregnant, the outcome was something I didn't like. Trixie is also pregnant. Which means we're both going to have our kids at the same time, maybe a different time and day.
It took two days to get time to talk to Vincent, now I'm waiting for him to get at this hotel he has booked. I was let in with no problem, it's past midnight, I left late again, I'm staying at the penthouse with Trixie. The boys went out to a business meeting in France yesterday.
I'm pregnant and I wasn't really ready. Can't really say anything, having sex like fucking rabbits can do something to you. "Miss me already, you wanted to see me again?" The obsessed little boy spoke as he entered the hotel room, I looked up at him slowly. My legs were crossed, hands on the lap.
Quickly I got up, speed walked to Vincent, wrapping my around his throat, his body hit the wall hard. "Oh, I see, someone still loves the rough sex, come on, baby, give it to me I really don't mind just this once." I raised my brows, "I dont have time for your fucking jokes, I just came here to tell you something and strike another deal with you." I explained, taking my hand off his throat.
I walked back to the bed, sitting on it. Fuck how do I tell him I'm pregnant and I want to have more time. To the right side of the bed went down as he sat, "I... how do I say this? I want more time," looking at him straight into his eyes. "Why?" Vincent asked. I looked away from him, "I'm pregnant, and I want more time." I admitted, not being able to look into his eyes.
My head was turned slowly, his thumb was sliding across my cheek. "Under the conditions of mine, yes?" This is like taking a test for my future. "Once you give birth, I want you to come to me, and I want you to bear me a child also." The unbelievable shit. I slapped his hand away, got up from the bed.
Audacity must be on fucking sell in the market. "No, no fucking way. I can't Vincent, please anything but those conditions please." I mumbled. Vincent got up from the bed, his hands around my waist. "I'm sorry baby, but those are my only conditions." The whisper was in my ear.
"Fine, just text me when things can be in a contract." I walked away. I can't stand the look of his face. This is why I didn't want to get pregnant. And I'm pregnant I won't be able to be a mother to my unborn. My fucking actions are getting to me.
Fucking asshole had the audacity. Everything is all good now, once I give birth I have to leave. After a month I have to get pregnant again. "Awe man," I looked through the bag, there was no more.
