Hunter and his tigress(SwaRon story/Rated mature)

Chapter 13- Silver ring

[A/N: I understand if you all form an army and attack me with pitchforks and sandals and what not (I've been an absolute ass and deserve it) BUT HERE IT IS YAY I FINALLY GOT MYSELF TO WRITE!! This is the second last chapter for this fanfiction and I am SO grateful to all of you for reading, commenting and sending me messages all the time trying to motivate me to write. I may have messed up, and the update might be nowhere near your expectations and I have no excuse to give. Just hoping to get rid of this writers block and start a new story as soon as I can. I might be late with updates but just putting it out there, I won't discontinue writing on Swaron. It helps me stay connected with the show and the amazing fanbase. Love you all. <3 ]

Swayam stepped inside the washroom and looked at himself in the mirror. No. Not him. This isn't him. There was no compassion, no warmth in those eyes. Only fury. He sighed and splashed water onto his face. He reached out for the towel and that's when his eyes fell on the white strip of plastic lying on the floor along the edge of the sink.

He bent down to pick it up and turned it face up. Two red lines. What?

Two red lines and a pregnancy test. He felt his heart drop to the pit of his stomach. Like he had forgotten how to breathe.

"Shit" he murmured beneath his breath. He ran his fingers through his hair, gripping the tip and he knew, he messed up. A stream of thought raided his brain. Sharon, pregnant. Baby? Girl. Small feet, smaller hands. Mom and Dad. Dad. Before he even knew, he was crying. And smiling. He was going to be a dad. To a smaller him and Sharon.

She woke up to the clicking of door knob. She took a moment to sit and wake up entirely before noticing Simmi stand at the door. And immediately the visuals from last night flooded into her brain. She looked around herself, her brain slowly registering what all happened earlier. She had walked out of Swayam's house sometime around midnight and headed towards her own but she never reached, having passed out somewhere midway.

"Will you tell me whats going one?" Simmi asked.

Sharon closed her eyes and frowned, holding her forehead with the palm of her right hand. "Nothing."

"No don't give me that shit again" Simmi was furious. "First you don't show up for practice, then you send out mails to everyone saying you QUIT THE GODDAMN TEAM and now I find you unconscious in the middle of the road?!"

She stopped to breathe, realizing that she was raging and it didn't seem to help get anything out of Sharon. She watched her tumble out of the bed and make her way to the washroom holding her mouth shut tightly.

"Hey- are you okay?" Simmi followed her inside. She found Sharon on the floor grabbing the toilet seat and gasping for breath as she retched her stomach empty into it. When the vomiting stopped, she sat up and propped herself against the wall all distraught and teary eyed. Simmi pointed at the toilet pot gesturing if she wanted to throw up more, then flushed the toilet when Sharon nodded a no.

She sat down beside her, having guessed what the situation was about and sighed.

"Did you tell him?" Simmi asked after a long pause.

"No."

"Why not?" she asked.

"Because you can only talk to people if they are listening." Sharon curtly replied. Or maybe the timing was just wrong. Or maybe I was wrong in my ways. But Swayam did not listen to me. And that was that.

"Do you want to- " Simmi looked at her tummy. "Keep it?"

"Yes!" Sharon gasped as tears made ways down her eyes. "But I can't- I don't want to do it without him."