𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝚩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 | 18+

42 || HEIR

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO | HEIR
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪

Lorenzo stilled. Had he heard her right?

Natalia sat down, her eyes teary as she held the test closer to her chest. "Are you not gonna say anything?"

Lorenzo said nothing, simply staring at her. She was what again?

"Say something, Lorenzo."

Unable to find his words he forced his feet forward and made a gesture to the test. Finally having the test in his hands, the information finally settled in his mind. "You're pregnant?" Mierda. "You're pregnant." Shit.

"I already said that, Lorenzo."

Dropping the test to the ground, his fingers ran through his silky locks. "Mierda." Shit.

Anger flickered through Natalia's eyes as her fists tightened by her sides. "How supportive."

"You wanna keep it?"

Her anger was replaced by confusion and that hurt as she stared at him. "Are you serious?"

"It's mine, ¿sí?" Yes?

Her expression fell and upon seeing his cold expectant eyes that was all the encouragement she needed to stand up and grab a duffel bag. Before Natalia could get very far, however, Lorenzo snatched the duffel bag and tossed it across the room.

"I asked you a question."

"Have you been fucking anyone other than me?"

Before Natalia, he barely fucked as it was but they hadn't fucked for a while yet he didn't care for anyone other than her. She was the only one he wanted, the only one he craved and wanted to feel beneath him. "No," Lorenzo answered honestly, anchoring her by her hips closer to him. "It's been weeks." Months even.

Natalia only grew more teary-eyed. "It's yours," she whispered, her voice breaking at the end. "I thought I hadn't gotten my period because of stress but then one time turned into two and two turned into..." Her voice faded out as fear filled her. "It wasn't until I suddenly started to hate the shampoo I always use that I thought to check and..." And she was pregnant. "I'm scared."

"Don't be scared."

Drawing away from him, she ran a hand through her dyed locks with shaky movements. She was freaking out. "Oh gosh, I'm pregnant," she repeated, hyperventilating at the thought of being pregnant, of giving birth and of having a child. "I'm not ready for that. I don't even have a job."

"Is that what you're stressed about? Money?"

She pushed further away, shaking her head as her face fell into her palms. "Oh gosh." She couldn't believe it but now that she knew, it all so blatantly made sense. "I'm so stupid."

"You're not stupid. It's okay. We'll fix it."

"Fix it?" She almost laughed. "Lorenzo, I'm not getting an abortion."

His gaze darkened. "I don't want a kid."

Anger filled her eyes as she angrily wiped her tears. "That's too bad because you're getting one."