I'm Pregnant, it's yours..

Quatorze (1)

MULTIPLE POV'S

"Are you sure you want to keep this game going?" She asked with a slight yawn edging her voice. She and Stranger were currently holed up in an unknown warehouse in the middle of nowhere. She hated being in their company, but she had no choice, she had signed up for this.

"Of course I do. Philip deserves this and much worse." The Stranger replied angrily. The Stranger was talking to one of their partners in crime, discussing the second phase of their elaborate plan.

"I understand that, believe me. I know how Philip is and especially what he deserves. But you're doing this to Regan as well, not to mention her spawn." She replied bitterly.

The stranger chuckled sarcastically.

"Mm casualties of war I'm afraid. Don't tell me you actually feel sorry for Regan?" The Stranger replied mockingly.

"Seriously? Casualties of war? What decade are you living in? And honestly? I don't care about Regan, but she is pregnant you know, I do have a line." she replied annoyed, she was getting tired of all the games and all of the secrets, but unfortunately, The Stranger knew what they were doing and she had to follow their lead.

"Don't mock me, you know how much I despise that." The Stranger replied angrily.

"Relax, I'm not mocking you. So what's the next step?" she asked them seriously.

The Stranger proceeded to tell her the next phase of their plan. Philip was going to suffer immense pain for what he had done. And if anyone else got hurt in the process then so be it. They were in a war against Philip, and ultimately, they'd make sure that Philip lost, even if it was with his life.

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Malcolm picked me up for our date right on time, he arrived at 7 sharp. He looked extremely handsome. He was dressed in a fitted navy blue tux and some camel colored oxford shoes. His dark hair was styled in a casual pompadour and the navy tux brought out the blue greens of his eyes, he looked impeccable.

"Regan, you..you look stunning." He coughed out the last word unable to catch his breath for a moment. That made me smile, he was so cute.

"Here, these are for you." He held out a bouquet of white flowers, roses, carnations, gardenias, and lilies. It was an odd bouquet, but beautiful nonetheless.

"Thank you." I smiled up at him, I grabbed the bouquet and quickly kissed his cheek for the sweet gesture.

He looked me up and down staring at every inch of my face and then every inch of my body, as if he was studying my features and burning them into his memory. I was dressed in a bright red figure hugging dress and lipstick to match. My makeup was a soft smoky eye that brought out the dark bits in my eyes. And my brown hair was curled in soft waves to frame my face. Even though I was a little more than four months pregnant I wore heels to complete my outfit, thanks to Rachel for her hard work in getting me ready, I think I looked pretty good myself. The dress was doing marvelous things to my curves and my small bump looked cute with my dress. If Malcolm had any qualms about the way I looked, he didn't show it.

"Are you ready?" suddenly he seemed nervous. It was endearing

"Yes, we can go." I replied.

We walked out to his car and he held the door open for me, he was impressing me with every step we took. I had my flowers with me as I got into his car, he quickly closed my door, walked to his side and went in. He drove away and immediately tension filled the car. It wasn't an awkward tension, almost an electric tension, as if he touched me, I would burn. Man, these hormones were going to be the death of me.