Unexpected Text message (BWWM)(ReaderxStephen)

Chapter 30- Secret

"Here take a shot" Stephen mutters, handing me a shot glass.

"N-no! I'm fine, baby. You just have fun. I'm not drinking tonight." I smile weakly.

Furrowing his eyebrows, he eyes me warily. I knew Stephen could see right through me. Getting up from out of his seat, he grabs my arm and excuses us.

He takes me to a quiet room in the back of the club. In fact, he knew the owner of the club. He was a DJ after all so he had access to most clubs.

Pulling me into the room, he closes the door behind us. Taking a seat on the black sofa, he stands in front of me with his arms crossed over his chest.

"What's going on?" He growls.

"Nothing! Just because I don't want to drink doesn't mean anything." I scowl.

"It means something." He counters back.

"Oh my goodness! Fine! You really want to know!" I yell angrily.

"Yes!" He answers back.

" I'm...I'm fucking pregnant, Stephen okay?! Your happy now!" I sniffed.

Looking up into his green eyes with watery eyes, I could see the shock wash over him. I didn't know weather he was happy or upset. I was starting to feel nervous now.

"Your p-pregnant?" He repeats, like he doesn't believe me.

"Yes?" I answer unsure of myself. He was making me feel like I was crazy.

"When did you find out?" He asks curiously.

"A few days ago.." I answer sheepishly.

"A few days ago?! You didn't think to tell me. When were you planning to tell me? Huh?! Here we go again with you pulling this bullshit with me!" He grits out angrily.

"Stephen! Don't start! I was going to tell you tonight. But I didn't want to ruin the party, so I was going to tell you tomorrow." I frown.

"Fuckk! You didn't think to tell me when you found out. I'm your fucking husband! Why are you even trying to hide this from me?!" I could tell he was mad at me, but he had to understand I was going to tell him. I tried to tell him many times, but keep chickening out.

"Baby please..I wasn't trying to hide it from you. I was going to tell you I swear." I plead with him.

"Don't! I need a break. When your actually ready to talk to me. Then you know where to find me. For now go home. You shouldn't be here it's not safe for you." He barked.

"Elij-" I began to say.

"I . said . go . home!" He growls.

Sighing I get up from off of the sofa, and head towards the door. Following behind me, I hear him take something out of his jean pocket. And I knew it was his phone. I wasn't trying to hide this from him.

I was going to tell him, this is not how he was suppose to find out. Feeling overwhelmed I feel my tears stream down my face. I'm sure I looked like a hot mess. Walking back into the crowd I cover my face. I felt so embarrassed.

My emotions were just overwhelming me. I felt bad for not telling him when I found out, but I was scared. I wasn't sure if I wanted to be a mother again so quickly.

Finally, outside I stand at the side of the club. Stephen stands next to me on his phone. I knew he was sending a car over to come pick me up. I feel the tension between us, and I didn't like it one bit. I didn't want to argue with him. When he's off of his phone, he puts it back into his jeans pocket.

"I called a car to come pick you up." He mutters blankly.

"Elijah pl-" I try to say again.

"Enough! We'll talk about this tomorrow." He sighs.

"I love you.." I tell him, but he doesn't reply back.

When the car arrives the driver opens the door for me. I look at Stephen, but he doesn't even bother to look at me. With my emotions fucked up right now a stream of tears roll down my face. I didn't care if anyone saw me. I wasn't even embarrassed enough to care.

Without a care I get into the car, I turn my face towards the window as I sob. Feeling someone get into the car, I hear the door close. Turning my head I see Stephen sitting next to me. Grabbing me he pulls me up against his chest. I sob into his chest as he runs his fingers through my hair.

"I'm sorry, amor. You did nothing wrong." He whispers.

The drive home was long, but we eventually made it there. When we got home everyone was fast asleep. We went up to our bedroom, and closed the door. Changing out of our clothes, we changed into some pajamas.

Stephen had texted his sister, and apologized for us leaving. He told her something came up, but promised to take her out during this week. Getting into bed, Stephen pulled me against his chest. Snuggling my back into his chest, he wraps his arms around my waist. Pecking my cheek, he leans his head onto mine.

"I'm not mad at you for being pregnant. I was mad because, you held a secret from me. I'm your husband, amor. I thought we would be honest with each other. I'm sorry though. I shouldn't have yelled at and made you cry. I love you so much." He confesses.

"I know. I'm sorry too for hiding something from you. I promise I'll never hold any secrets from you again. I love you too, baby" I mutter.

"I promise we'll talk tomorrow. Let's get some sleep" He whispers.

With his warmth I drift into a deep sleep. I didn't know what I wanted, but I wasn't sure about this pregnancy yet.