Traitor (Renji Yomo x Reader) [Continued in a second book!]

Not Anymore

His hands stopped moving only milliseconds after my sentence finished. Both of them were reaching out for the pregnancy test that was taken from me. I couldn't bear to see his expression, his disappointment, perhaps his frustration of his destroyed future. Not having anything to clutch onto anymore, I folded my hands in my lap, squeezing them tightly to release some tension. My entire body was shaking with fear as he stayed silent for what felt like an eternity. Too much anxiety was boiling inside of me. With every passing minute, my heart dropped further and further into my stomach, cursing me with an insanely nauseous feeling. No words were left on my mind, it went blank and I went numb, waiting for any kind of reaction.

"Y-you're.. pregnant?" he asked, his voice calm but signaling that this was definitely not what he expected.

Not being able to speak, I only nodded in response, tensing up entirely. My shoulders were risen slightly and my legs were pressing against each other unconsciously.

"Who's the father?" he shot out next, angst now present in his voice.

His breathing picked up and I could imagine that he was furrowing his brows, hoping that it was not him. But it was. Still not managing to say it, I pointed at him with one of my pointer fingers. Only seconds later he jumped up off the couch, throwing the pregnancy test on the new couch table. I risked a short glance up at him. His grim face was pale, almost matching his hair. He threw his hands behind his head, tearing at his hair lightly. Regretting my decision to look at him, I lowered my eyes again.

"That can't be! We protected!" he groaned loudly while he marched up and down our living room.

The sudden raise of his voice made me flinch, a first tear escaping my eye in the process. As he approached me again, I quickly wiped my tear away. He knelt in front of me, both of his hands on each of my knees.

"Are you sure you're pregnant?" he asked again, his grip firm, his expression both worried and a bit devastated.

Looking at him was inevitable with his face so close and his piercing eyes on mine. Our eyes were doomed to meet. And when they did, I immediately wanted to avoid them.

"Y-yes.." I stuttered quietly, then held up the two unused tests, "W-we ca-can take them.. Th-they're unused."

He swallowed down other words and took them from me, checking if they were actually new and not somehow adapted to show that I was pregnant.

He really believes I would lie to him about something like this..

Sadness started overwhelming me as I saw how he even doubted me when I was so worked up. It made me wonder if he believed that I could fake my emotions.

"Okay" he stated while he got up to his feet, then took my arm carefully and pulled me up before he began leading me to the bathroom.

More tears rolled down my cheek. I felt utterly terrible. Once we stood in front of the restroom, he handed the tests to me. His eyes softened for a brief moment and he cupped my face with both of his hands, wiping some of my tears away with his thumb.