Unforgettable

Chapter 25 I "The fuck happened to you?"

Isaac's POV

I knew how I looked, and I felt even worse. The amused look on my brother's face didn't make it any better. "The fuck happened to you?" he asks when I take a seat in my office. Instead of answering, I took a sip of my coffee first, knowing I won't survive the day without it. "Seriously? Your kid isn't even born yet and you look like you haven't slept in day." He keeps laughing despite having my glare at the fucker.

"That's because I fucking haven't." I let him know annoyed and rub my tired eyes. Fuck, I needed to sleep.

"Seriously, is everything okay? Something wrong with Ally?" He asked, looking concerned when he brings up my wife. I look at him and conflict whether to tell him about what happened or not. With a groan, I decide I could tell him. Immanuel was the only person in this world to ever hear such details about my wife, only because he was my brother. He would never even think about Allison the wrong way. He knew I'd kill him instantly.

"It's the end of her second trimester." I remind him.

"So?" He looks confused and I remind myself the fucker had no fucking clue about pregnancies. The only thing he knew was to never bring anything remotely similar to a tomato close to his siter-in-law. She's puked on him before. Several times.

"She's just been very- urgh fuck off." I simply tell him, too damn tired to explain shit to him right now.

"I'm intrigued now. Too hungry? Too restless? Too-" he keeps coming up with stuff, driving me insane slowly. "WAIT!" An amused look on his face makes me pissed, but my glare sadly doesn't stop him. "Aren't chick super horny at a certain point during pregnancy?" That idiotic smirk of his nearly makes me shoot him. Instead, I opt for having another cup of coffee. "You're seriously this pissed because you own wife wants to have sex all night long?" he scoffs. "Those are problems I wanna have." He shakes his head in disappointment.

"Can you fucking stop!" I bark and keep looking at the numbers from last night's shipment. We begin talking business, agreeing to check on next weeks shipment to make sure the quality is to our standards, when he suddenly interrupts me.

"How many times?"

"Fuck off." I stop him, but he keeps smirking to himself.

"Come on. How many times? Four? Five?" When I don't answer, he adds with a wince, "Six?" Slowly understanding that any bigger number won't be pretty anymore. I look back on my computer, wanting to get done with this quickly to maybe get some sleep before Allison wakes up. When his staring won't stop, I finally break.

"Seven." I mumble in defeat.

"FUCK!" He bursts out. "Man, how are you still sitting here." He jokes, but I seriously wonder that myself. Immanuel then stays quiet for a while, but before I can thank God for it, he opens his big mouth again. "Maybe I should find a wife? There are certainly worse things than that." I choose to ignore his comment and keep working after a glance at the time. "Then again, I don't want a kid yet." He keeps thinking out loud. "well, that's what condoms are for." He debates. "The again, seven condoms a night...I'd constantly have to buy new ones. How do you do it?" My glare couldn't be more annoyed. "Oh right, you got her knocked up." He nods. "Hey, you know I really should talk to Ally and hear her perspective. Maybe she uses sex as a coping mechanism, 'cause she's afraid you might not be interested in her when she gets bigger and the baby's here." That makes me snap.

"That's fucking bullshit." I groan. I would never tell him that, but seeing her pregnant has me constantly lusting after her. She looked so damn sexy. "The fuck do you even come up with this shit?" I blurt out.