I could feel shock spread across my face, "What do you mean I have to be pregnant in five months?"
His expression became a smirk again, "What, you dont want to have my kid?" Roger asked, somehow finding my reaction enjoyable.
"Roger, I'm just nearly turning eighteen. I don't want to have anyones baby right now." Its not like I don't like kids, I love them! I even worked at a daycare for two years. It's just im a bit young, wouldn't you think? Plus, I always wanted to be traditional about this, get married and then have a child with someone I love. Not a random alien stranger.
"Well, I'm twenty. You think I want to have a baby right now?" Roger asks.
He did have a point. I'm sure he'd rather be screwing anything that moves than have to take care of a kid right now. At least I know I want kids at some point. Even if that point is about ten years from now.
"No. I guess we just have to deal with it then don't we?"
"We do. There's no choice in this situation, Nat."
Nat? Where did that come from?
"Nat? Thats my nickname?" I asked with my eyebrows raised. Couldn't he have been a little more creative? Or at least not name me after an insect?
He smirked. "Yeah, why? Have a problem, Nat?"
"It sounds like a pesky bug."
He processed that for a moment, "True. How about...." He looked deep in thought for a moment, then his eyes brightened a little with humor, "Baby Momma."
I raised my eyebrows and let out a small laugh in exasperation, "Seriously?"
He had a full on smirk now, "Yeah, I like it. It fits."
I just shook my head. "Whatever, I'm going to bed now, leave me alone," I said while turning away from him and closing my eyes.
"Come on," he shook my shoulder, "It's only 6 o'clock in the evening."
"You seem to be forgetting that I just came from an entire different planet. It feels like two o'clock in the morning for me." I mumbled softly to him, I was seriously drained. Unable to keep my eyelids open even if I wanted.
"Oh yeah... Well fine. Night, Nat."
I heard him stand up and turn off a light. Then I was out.
I woke up a little to someone putting their arms under me, and suddenly felt myself being lowered onto a softer surface, but I was still mostly unconscious. Their arms pulled away and I fell right back into a deep sleep.
I opened my eyes to a bright room and stretched, feeling much more comfortable than I remember when I fell asleep. It was then I noticed I wasn't on the carpet, but curled up on Roger's bed. He seriously made me sleep with him?
I sat up and slowly got out of the bed, feeling extremely hungry. I took two steps forward and glanced down, noticing Roger asleep on the floor.
Hold up. He slept on the floor, so I could sleep on his bed? Thats the sweetest thing ever! My face uncontrollably spread into a grin. Maybe he isn't just some annoying, asshole, alien player after all.
He stirred a little in his sleep, turning so he was laying on his stomach. He must be really uncomfortable. I frowned a little, feeling bad. I should do something nice.
I'll make him breakfast!