INSTA-Daddy

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Tom gritted his teeth and bit his lower lip with his fists clenched on top of his knees. His eyes were shut close of irritation. I scoffed a little upon seeing the look on his face but tried to cover it with a snicker.

"Are you messing with me?!" He questions with an angry tone of voice. I abruptly shook my head in denial.

"I want to eat cake Tom," I pleaded one more time.

"I thought you're hungry? You haven't eaten yet and there you go changing appetites all of a sudden?!" He complained.

My chest felt like being crumpled as I listen to Tom's rants. Seeing his angry eyes crushed my heart even more. And I let out a sob while listening to his rants.

He paused and frowned then took a deep breath, and stood up.... again. He bit his lower lip as he scratch a finger on one cheek.

"Anything else?" He sarcastically inquired.

My excitement began to rise up, "Could you pick up some tacos too. And ooooh, pineapple sauce would be so nice," I stated.

"Pineapple sauce?" Tom's eyebrows furrowed.

"Or pineapple juice. Either or please," I grinned widely and as innocent as possible.

He grunted and stomped out. I heard the motorbike engine start once again.

It took another while before my appetite finally decided on what it really wanted to eat. The table had already been flooded with food. The Shawarma was there, the steak beside it. Behind the Shawarma was the glass of pineapple juice Tom transferred from a bottle earlier. A slice of pineapple cake-- where he managed to find one I would never know, was beside the steak. There was taco, and a couple of chocolates as well.

And a half bitten slice of pizza with pineapples only toppings behind the cake.

In the end, I stuck with the Shawarma. I could picture the irritated look on Tom's face by the corners of my eyes.  He was holding the remote, switching the channels repeatedly with his emotionless eyes glued on the TV screen. He wouldn't even take a quick glance at me. I guess that's a good thing-- somehow, right?

I chewed the Shawarma gently to avoid making any sounds. I might annoy him even more. The guy has obviously gone through enough just to satisfy my appetite's demands. Both of us, as much as possible, tried our best not to start any unnecessary conversations.

"Really?" He finally snapped as I dipped my Shawarma in the glass of pineapple juice for the fifth time before taking another bite.

"What?" I asked while chewing the bite of Shawarma, kneading it to pieces inside my mouth with my teeth.

"Shawarma on pineapple juice?" He retorted with a look of disgust and surprised.

I swallowed and grunted. "Don't judge me okay!!!" Before taking in for another bite.

He chortled while shaking his head. My face turned red with embarrassment. His snicker continued, this time slightly louder.

"The pineapple on pizza I can handle. But Shawarma dipped in pineapple juice? Are you kidding me?" He continued to mock which turned my normal face into a frown.

"Shut up. It's delicious. Plus, this is what cravings are honey," I blinked as I realized what came out of my tongue. He fell silent and shifted his gaze back to the screen. His smiled turned upside down once more. And my stomach wriggle, not because of hunger, but because of bother.

His brows draw into a frown as he switched the channel from Animal Planet to the next channel that was airing a MacGyver episode.

"Call me honey again and I'll kill you." He murmured. I just gulped down through my throat and shut my mouth.

Sheesh. He's so sensitive.

I took one last dip of what's left of the Shawarma in the juice and gobbled it all up. My tummy had already been felt content that it no longer had the strength left to finish the rest of the food. Only the Shawarma was gone and it was enough to keep me up till dinner time.

I placed the rest of the food inside the fridge just in case. And the rest of the scene was just plain pregnant me watching television with Mr. I'm-going-to-kill-you beside me. At last, he found a show worth watching. Good thing our teachers forgot to give us homeworks to work on for the weekends.

Turned out, the channel was airing up its usual weekend marathon of MacGyver. For some reasons, the entire marathon was just disturbed by series of arguments between Tom and me. Some of them weren't really related to the show at all.

But that's good. It means we're communicating... in an unhealthy way, that is.

After the marathon, Tom got himself up and paced to the front door. I looked at the time being flashed on the TV screen. It was 7:15 pm.

Tom grasped on the knob and twisted it clockwise. I asked him where he was thinking of going this time of the night as he opened the door ( a couple of inches agaped).

He picked something out from his pants' pocket and pulled out a lighter of rusty gold color. He flashed it to me, didn't even bother of turning around to face me. It had a wolf image on it which was pretty cool.

Truth is, my heart sulked when I saw the lighter. I don't like him smoking. the Hence, I don't like guys who smoke. Cameron never smoked. That's one thing I liked about him. He would make a great dad... If only he didn't cheat on me with hoe-bag called Jennifer.

What am I doing. I'm thinking about him. I should stop.

But that kiss. Uuugggh. It's coming back again. My head began to ache. I closed my eyes to ease the ache away. It worked though, but the ache travelled down to my heart, making some bumps along the veins.

I was disrupted by the door's loud bang and Tom was outside. When I was left at the living room, I urged myself to call home again.

At last, they finally picked up.

"Hello dear,"

"Hi mama,"

And the conversation commenced.

To sum it all up, we basically just talked about normal stuff-- if you consider being a teenager pregnant girl with a fake baby father normal who keeps on threatening to kill you, as normal. Of course, i didn't mention about the threatening part.

Tom peered inside once again. The smell of cigarette smoke on him was echoing throughout the whole living room. It did not smell good.

"Could you take a bath. That cigarette smoke odour is killing me." I complained. The smell was strong, I couldn't help it.

"It's killing you?" His eyebrow raised and his face plus aura lit up.

"Yes" I smeared a bit of a cough.

"Good."

I frowned. It could kill the baby too. Do you know that second smoking is more dangerous.

He froze. He stared at me as if was in deep thought. Seeing the way he stared at me made me wanted to melt.

"Fine!" He croaked and clumped through the staircase up to where the bathrooms were.

I smiled in delight.

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A/N

Thank you for reaching this chapter. Sorry about this. I had to end the scene somehow and it wouldn't be cool if I keep time skipping all the time so I decided to just think of Gabby and Tom and how their Saturday went .

Honestly, I planned to keep this a cliffhanger but I could think of how. So voila.

Don't worry. As the chapters go by, I will throw more challengers for her. Hahaha yes. I'm evil.

Wakanda foreveeer~