I Love You, But (Sofia Carson/You)

Part 5

It had been 30 minutes since Sofia told me she was pregnant.

She had sat in my lap all that time and alternated between gently kissing my face  and whispering in my ear how she was sorry and that she wanted us and our baby to be a family.

Sofia had mentioned something about getting married and it just being us and nothing else.

I hadn't really been paying attention as I was still caught up on the fact that she was pregnant.

My mind could not quite comprehend it.

If she had told me 6 months ago, hell even three months ago I would have been estatic, I would have jumped for joy and struggled to control myself from telling everyone I met that we were having a baby.

But this was different.

This didn't feel right.

This wasn't a baby that was planned.

It wasn't even an unexpected, beautiful surprise.

This was a shock.

A major shock.

With the result being a baby born at the wrong time, into the wrong relationship and maybe even for the wrong reasons.

After Sofia whispered how she was excited to pick out baby names I snapped out of my reverie.

"Wait wait wait" I pushed her back gently by the shoulders.

"How do you know this baby is mine?" I sounded as harsh my words.

I watch as Sofia flicks her hair over her shoulders and licks her lips.

She looks uncomfortable.

"I'm ugh, 3 months pregnant" she mumbles out, but doesn't take her hands off of me.

"And" I furrow my brows.

This catches her attention and she snaps to look up into my eyes.

"Are you serious?" She snaps back.

"Yes!" I snap back.

"I don't know how long you have been fucking him Sofia" I'm exasperated.

"Can you not say it like that" she crosses her arms.

"Oh I'm sorry. Let me re-word my crude statement" I facetiously reply.

"How long have you and him been having extra marital coitus behind my back ma'am?". I'm in full sarcastic mode.

Sofia hits my shoulder "can you stop being an asshole for one minute"

"Answer the question Sofia" I bite back.

"4 weeks" she mumbles.

"Sorry I am hard of hearing" I lean forward and cup my ear.

"We started having sex 4 weeks ago" she chews her lip.

"five weeks?" I enquire.

She nods.

"We were talking and meeting before that but it didn't turn um" she clears her throat "sexual until 5 weeks ago. And it only happened a handful of times" she rushes out.

"Well, I've seen Chris' hands and they are not very big so are we going by your handful, his handful or my handful?" I enquire.

"What does it matter" Sofia titles her head

"It matters because you are telling me that fetus" is mine.

"Fetus? Really Y/n" she sounds hurt.

I watch as her hands go to her stomach.