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4am the same night carried on
Y/Ns POV
I pull my naked body away from Wentworth's body except no ones there. I answer my phone and it's my boyfriend. "Jack, hey." I speak, rather gutted that Wentworth actually left. He really did use me. Again.
"I love you too." I finish the call and hang up, after he tells me about how he's going to be overseas longer than he anticipated. Our relationship is fairly new, he was just a rebound to be honest. I wince in pain as I try stand up, I got my brains fucked out of me. Now he's gone, just great.
Leaning against the wall for support I turn my lights on and walk into my bathroom. I notice the shower curtains and how they're destroyed, I really should've pulled those up before we started having sex in the bath tub. I don't even want to imagine the mess we made in the living room and kitchen.
My hands trace the countless bruises all over my body. My wrists, neck, ear, breasts, inner thighs. Everywhere is bruised, all of its marked.
My hands softly touch my hips, they're worst of all, I remember as Wentworth kept on teasing me I was rubbing my hips against his, trying to create some sort of friction to fulfil my eagerness. Little did I know, now my whole body will ache as though I've been stabbed, numerously.
From 7pm all the way to 2am, we were having sex for 7 hours, straight wow.
I pull my robe out from my wardrobe and walk into the kitchen. Absolutely heart broken. I want to cry but carry on cleaning the clutter. There's cutlery that's fell onto the ground, food that's still uncooked because Wentworth distracted me, when he came to knock.
I start to wash up the dirty dishes when I notice an odd sound, dismissing it as my pet dog I carry on until I feel two hands wrap around my waist. I smile ready to kiss Wentworth. "We-." But it's not him. It's Jack.
Shocked I drop my dishes into the sink and dry my hands. "Surprise babe." He tries lean in for a kiss and I pull away. "Morning breath. Let me use the bathroom." I excuse myself fake laughing and he smiles. I'm Fucking caught great.
Why is he even in my house he shouldn't be here. I pull the make up out of my drawers and start to cover my fresh hickeys. "Y/N is it okay if I come in?" Jack asks. My eyes widen remembering the bed sheets are stained, dirty and the room stinks of sex.
"Jack, that's not a good idea... my sisters here." I open a crack of the door and he looks at me carefully. "Would you mind popping over tomorrow, it's 4am." I fake yawn and after much convincing he's ready to leave.
I'm about to scream when I notice Wentworth passed out on the living room sofa naked. "Leave from the back door. I'll call you later okay." I peck his lips pushing him out and he laughs unaware.
After finally shaking off the fear I sigh relieved. "Oh my god." I whisper to myself. "That was close." Wentworth smirks his eyes opening and I roll my eyes. "If you were awake why couldn't you hide?" I sigh out loud and he shrugs. "Watching you fumble at a loss of words was better." He smirks walking up to me.
"We left the front door open last night. That was dumb." I smile as his solid hands stroke my back, carefully lowering down. "You're the presidents daughter, you should have better security." Wentworth speaks matter of factly and I roll my eyes.
"So they can know about everyone who comes in and out of my house. Why not?" I sarcastically laugh and he calms me down with a kiss. "I thought you left." I speak and he shakes his head. "I just got hungry, fell asleep watching tv." He explains himself and I nod understanding.
"But for now, to be honest I am kind of hungry again." He smirks looking me in the eyes, his hands squeezing my ass.
The following week
When I wake up, I'm sprawled on top of Wentworth's naked body also naked. There's a sudden rush of sickness and I know exactly what's causing this. Wentworth didn't leave my house all week and I'd been avoiding Jack enjoying all my time with Wentworth.
I run to the toilet and puke the contents of my stomach out. Praying to god I'm not pregnant I carry on vomiting. Soon it wakes Wentworth up and he holds my hair back understanding what's happening. I've never had sex with Jack so it can only be Wentworth's.
After freshening up, and showering I take my tests, that Wentworth ordered from one of my many maids. If any of us two went, it would've been a huge scandal.
"So what now?" I ask him, generally wanting to know what he's going to do now that he's single. "I don't know." He shrugs and pulls me onto his lap, on the sofa. "What do you think I should do?" He asks me. "I think you should take a break." I speak truthfully and he nods along agreeing.
"A break from relationships would be good." He smiles and I smile too. Does this asshole not realise I want to be with him so badly. "But I was wondering, say if you and me, do something maybe?" He offers and I raise my eyebrows confused. "The two of us, alone. Away from the public, a weekend alone, somewhere nice." He suggests and I listen to him.
"I'd like that." I smile sat on his lap.
There's a beeping sound and we both look at each other nervously. Deep down neither of us want me to really be pregnant. All 4 tests though disagree with us, turning out to be positive.
"Can we just, get to know each other?" I ask him curious and he nods agreeing. "Ya, there'll be way more talking than sex, unlike usually." He smiles and I smile too. Wentworth tosses the tests into the bin and connects his lips to mine again.
"I'm betting we're having a girl." Wentworth smiles trying to make me feel better about the situation and it works. "I want a boy." I smile, my hand patting my belly softly. "It'll be a girl." He grins. "Sure." I smile but can't help the few tears that fall down my face.
My family is going to disown me the moment they realise I'm pregnant, Wentworth's gay for crying out loud. Not to mention, if I have a child, I can't live knowing their birth was an inconvenience at the time. I only turned 20 2 months ago.
"Hey, it's okay." Wentworth pulls me in for a hug but it only causes me to sob more. "I really don't want a kid." I cry. "It'll be fine, you'll love her, all mothers love their children." He reassures me but it fails. "My parents will disown me." I sigh wiping my tears away.
"It'll all be fine, they'll be angry, but they'll forgive you. That's what families do." He says. Each tear I wipe away another one falls. After a few minutes when I finally calm down Wentworth starts to laugh. "To think you're going to have a baby, but cry like a baby yourself." He smirks and I smile sadly.
"You don't even want to be here. Now you have to stay because of it." I sigh sadly looking at my stomach annoyed. "That's not true. I've always wanted children. I admit it's a bit of a shock, but who doesn't love kids." He smiles and I smile too.
"Now about that weekend, I say, you invite your sister, like you said she already knows about us, she'll support you. We'll go out more, there's no need to hide it from the public now. No one even knew I was gay. Just my family and anyone you told." I nod my head along.
"We could also go baby shopping, but that we have to keep secret, so it doesn't look weird. I know we could do it online..." I speak and Wentworth smiles wrapping his arm around my shoulder.
"This is for later though, can we finish the show?" I gesture to the tv and he nods.
The rest of the day, we spend it watching tv and eating. It was truly lovely.
A/N
This was lame I know!
If I get any better ideas I'll re write it.
I just needed an excuse to finish it lol.