The Runaway Pregnant Wife

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I woke up groggily, and with a piercing headache, I noticed the aspirin and water on my side table. I took it and laid for a few moments in bed. "Damn hangover! I will never drink alcohol again." I suddenly opened my eyes when I remembered that I was with Kirk in his boyfriend's bar when I passed out.

Who the hell brought me into my room? Is it Kevin? Zach? No...no... not him, I'll be dead now." I checked myself. I was wearing PJs, not my party dress. Who changed my clothes? Damn! Kirk? I went to the bathroom and was surprised that a bath was ready for me. The hell! I will use it now. I smell like rotten food. I took time in the tub; it eased the headache and the soreness of my body. I changed into an oversized cotton white shirt with a bear imprinted in front.

When I got out of my room, I smelled the aroma of coffee, which made my stomach grumble. I checked the time and sighed when it was already almost noon. My jaw dropped when I saw Mitch in the kitchen. He looked at me, pushed the coffee towards me, scooped some soup into a bowl, and gave it to me. He didn't say a word; he just looked at me while sipping his coffee. I took the coffee and drank it. I even ate the soup he gave me and finished it. He took my empty bowl and put another serving.

"How did you find me? Did you change my clothes?" He stared at me for a few moments and said, "Your friend called me to pick you up; both of you were smashed. You threw up several times; I washed our clothes." I closed my eyes in embarrassment; no wonder I smelled bad. I opened my eyes and saw him smiling. "Don't overthink pepper; I took care of you like my sister."

He considers me to be his sister. He kissed me like I was his sister.

Damn!

I abruptly rose from my seat and yelled angrily at him, "You clean these like my ideal older brother," then stormed into my room and slammed the door.

I felt guilty after I did it, so I stayed in my room to avoid him. He didn't deserve such treatment from me; he was just being nice. I closed my eyes, and my thoughts about him became blurry. I woke up with a resolute mind. I will apologize to him. Kevin texted me, and he said sorry, saying that he was just worried about me. Mitch will stay in his unit, and he will be out for a few days for work-related things.

I went to Kevin's unit and opened the door. I didn't bother to knock as my prints were saved in his security lock. Kevin has two guest rooms. I knocked on the first one, but no one answered. I opened it and found it empty. I knocked on the second door; no one answered. Still answered. I opened the door and noticed the masculine scents and some personal belongings. Maybe he went somewhere. I turned to the door but stopped when I saw the bathroom door open.

Mitch emerged from it with only a towel on his body, and his hair was wet. I could see surprise in his face that turned into something, perhaps anger. I swallowed hard. "I came here to apologize; well, I will wait for you outside," I said, mumbling. But then I stopped; he's like a magnet. I walked towards him and pulled his nape. I kissed him hungrily, and he responded with longing. "Stop this pepper, or we both regret it, he said in a raspy voice. I moaned and continued kissing him. He lifted my shirt and touched my bare breasts. He whimpered, "Damn!" He carried me to bed, and everything was so great and so delightful.

I woke up to loud crashing from outside. Go change, Brie, and come out; we will talk about this," Simone said before she went outside. What the hell? What are they doing here? My eyes went wide when I realized that if Simone was here, so was her husband. I hurriedly searched for my clothes scattered on the floor and put them on. I went outside and saw the bloody hands of Zach and the nose of Mitch.

Zach turned to me in his furious state. "Be ready, sister; Mitch will marry you in four weeks," he said with finality. Mitch didn't answer; he clenched his jaw and avoided my stare. I stood in the middle of Kevin's living room and said nothing. It didn't enter my mind as the result of my action; all these happenings were too fast.

I don't' want this; I don't want to force someone into marrying me. "I don't want to get married," I said to them. They all turned to me with astonishment, and Mitch stared at me furiously. "You may be carrying my child; we didn't use protection; I will marry you; I will prepare for a military wedding. He looked at Zach with finality, and my brother nodded with satisfaction. Damn them! "Oh yeah! You both prepare for my wedding while I stay in my unit," I said, striding towards the door and slamming it.

Simone followed me into my unit. I sat on my couch and closed my eyes. "I want to marry someone who loves me, Shimi, not like this; I don't want to force Mitch to marry me." She took my hand, and I opened my eyes. Her beautiful gray eyes showed understanding. "I misunderstood your brother too, but I took a risk; I didn't even know my feelings for him then. Mitch is an honorable man; he will not allow anybody to manipulate and force him to do something he doesn't want to do, even Zach. I can see in his eyes that he has feelings for you."

Her words gave hope to my heavy heart. She then smiled and said, "Visit us; your niece and nephew miss you so much." She hugged me and kissed my hair before saying goodbye. My stomach grumbled; I only ate soup. I went to the kitchen counter and decided to cook spaghetti. I cleared the counter and sat on the stool. I was so hungry that I couldn't bring myself to the dining table.

I ate at the counter when Kevin arrived. "I was out for a day, and when I came back, you're getting married, ginger." He helped himself with spaghetti; she cooked for four people as always. "Why are you so cool at this? I asked him. He ate a few spoonfuls first before he replied, "Mitch is a good person; he is your first first." I sighed, "I feel like he was dragged into this because of my curiosity and stupidity." Kevin laughed, "You cannot force a man like us into a once-in-a-lifetime situation if we don't like it. If I had sex with someone and got her pregnant without feelings for her, which will never happen, child support is the key."

He winked at me. "Mitch was persistent about marrying you; I can see something in his eyes when he looks at you. But if you don't like him, which I doubt, you can back out anytime, and I will give him my support." He tapped my shoulder and walked away, but then he stopped and turned to me. I included Mitch prints in your security lock. Thanks for the food! Damn, I can't barge in here anymore," he said, and went out.

It happened so quickly that I was once again baffled. I felt like I was stepping back into the unknown. Maybe Simone was right; Mitch was worth taking a chance on. The biggest risk I'd take is because it involves my heart.