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20-years-old Cédrik
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"So, you mean to tell me that you've been cheating on me with that bitch? Oh and ew, cover yourself" I spat at Paul who quickly covered his body with the bed sheet.
It's not like I haven't seen it before.
I did see his dick, just not inside a va- v- v-
A vagin-
Eh, never mind.
I'm not heterophobic... I'm just pissed at seeing my boyfriend's dick inside that shit.
Cloé quickly covered her female part- praise the lord- while I groaned, pulling on the hairs from my head.
I started pacing around the room- in front of them- before stopping
"Okay, calm down Cédrik! It's not like if Paul just ruined 3-years of a relationship, right Paul?" I said, increasing the pitch of my voice before screaming at him like a mad man
I pointed my finger at him and glared at them with all the hatred I could.
God, why didn't lazer come out and burn those two assholes to ashes already?
"Listen to me now you fucking cunt and manwhore, I'm gonna get a restraining order against you both and I hope that you won't come pleading for money!" I sneered before walking away.
I angrily stomped down the stairs before opening my car. I slammed the door shut and drove home.
I kept thinking about Paul and that bitch of a bestfriend.
I'm gonna send a fucking restraining order against them.
Because they're living in my flat- which I'll fucking sell- and I literally pay for everything.
Why the fuck did I date him anyway?
Maybe because of his charm or his big dick-
Stop it, Cédrik!
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One month later.
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"Sh it's fine" Eloïse, my sister said, rubbing my back as I puked for the fifth time this week.
Tears dropped from my eyes even though I wasn't crying.
I sniffed and looked at her
"Am I dying?" I asked in worry
I don't want to die yet!
I've still got so much to do like grow up alone, watch old couple in love after all the years they spent together while I drowned my sorrow in ice cream-
"You know what, never mind. Dying sounds way better" I said, looking at her and she giggled, ruffling my hair.
"Let me call the family doctor" she said and I nodded while she dragged me to my king size bed
My parents owned the most expensive Perfume shop in France thus, we're rich as fuck.
On second thought, they're rich, not me.
I'm still a collegian and I have so much to learn.
When the doctor came, she examined me before staring at me with wide eyes.
My mom who was sitting on the bed burst out of tears
"Oh no! My baby is dying! We have to give him the best funeral ever! Honey, while you're still alive, what kind of tomb do you want? What flower should I burry you with-"
"Jesus Christ mom, I'm not dying!" I exclaimed in annoyance and she sniffed, wiping her tears
"Sorry. Continue doctor" She said to the doctor who nodded.
"Well-"
"No, my baby!" Marie burst open the door and started crying too
Marie was a maid in our house for 20 years now and she is like my second mother
"I heard your mom, baby. You're dying? Tell me the last thing you want to eat-"
"Oh for fuck sake, why do you guys want to kill me so much?" I screamed
"Sir calm down, too much stress isn't good for the baby!" The doctor said
"THE WHAT?" We all screamed in horror while the doctor winced
"Well congrats Mr Joan, you're pregnant!"
I should have been the one to faint at this news since I was pregnant but my mom and Marie did.
And mom wonder why people call us weird creation of god!
When mom and Marie regained conscious, they rubbed their head and mom giggled
"Oh Cédrik, I had the weirdest dream you know?" Mom said
"You too?" Marie exclaimed to mom who nodded
"Yeah! In this dream, Cédrik was pregnant and- ah shit, it's not a dream, isn't it?" Both of them said in unison as they realised and I nodded.
I got up the bed and pulled my shirt up before rubbing my belly gently
"A tiny little human is growing inside" I whsipered as tears filled my eyes.
"What happened?" Dad said quickly coming into the room and I got up from the bed.
When he saw me crying, he quickly walked towards me and hugged me tight
"Oh Cédrik, it's alright. You're not dying son, don't listen to your mother and Marie. I promise you" he cooed and I suddenly chuckled at that.
When I was smaller, whenever I used to hurt myself, Mom would burst out of crying and say that I was dying.
Naïve as a child, I would cry at that, thinking that I was really going to die and then, dad would comfort me by saying that I wasn't going to die
"Dad, I'm pregnant" I whimpered, clutching him tight so that he wouldn't go away.
The thing was that none of them knew I was gay.
For them, they thought that Cloé was my girlfriend.
Dad went stiff and I whimpered, burrying my face on his neck
"I'm gay and well, no longer a virgin" I said and before I could have a panic attack, dad hugged me back
"Where is the dad?" He asked in a deep, cold voice and I flinched
"Cheated on me with Cloé" I said
"The world shouldn't know about this, this thing" dad said and in anger, I pushed him away.
I Immediately started sobbing, dropping on my knees on the ground dramatically.
"How could you call my baby a thing? I'm not killing my child!" I cried and dad immediately crouch dowm too.
"No, you little idiot. Not the baby, the thing with you being able to get pregnant! I don't want my son to become a scientific experiment!" He said, wiping my tears and I sniffed
"Thank you dad. I love you" I mumbled, looking at him with my big chocolate eyes and he sighed
"I hope that the little human turns out like you" he said and I smiled when he rubbed his hand on my stomach
"I'm gonna be a grandad even though my son is gay!" He whsipered as tears fell down his cheeks and I giggled before realising that my mom wasn't saying anything
"Mom?" I said hesitantly, getting up.
I took a look at her only to see her stare at the wall
"Please, talk to me" I whispered for fear that she might disown me
"What do you want me to say? God, we don't have time! We have to build a room for the little human! Oh and I have to start knitting clothes for them, buy tons of toys and and-" She rambled in concern and I giggled, wiping my tears.
"You aren't freaked out about this?" I asked with a sniff and they shook their head.
Mom gently patted my head and stood on her tiptoe to peck my forehead
I was 5'6 after all and her, 5'2!
"No son, you know, you should consider this as a gift, a gift from God" she whsipered
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Two years later.
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22 years old Cédrik
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The giggles of a little boy woke me up and I groaned, rubbing my eyes.
However, as soon as my vision became clear, I smiled when a 2-year-old little guy named Arture ran on his little legs towards me
"Papa!" He squeaked and I laughed.
I got up and when he was close, I scooped him and twirled him around
"Good morning, Arture" I cooed pecking kisses on his face and he giggled
Arture resembled me so much.
He had my brown curly hair and mom's blue eyes. He had a birth mark on his hips, the same as Paul...
But, apart from that, he resembled me.
"Have you packed your bags yet?" Eloïse asked excitedly and I rolled my eyes while my son played with my hair.
"No" I grumbled and she pouted
"I know that you don't want me to move away with Justin but you'll like him!" She said
Eloïse fell in love with a guy from England and she's going to live with him. She invited me and of course, Arture comes with me.
"I'm sure you'll like it! You know, I'm glad that our parents forced us to learn english as well" she said and I nodded
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Two months later.
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"I freaking love this place!" I exclaimed as I sipped my hot coffee. It was snowing and Arture was playing outside with Justin.
"Told you that you'll fall in love with this place!" She said and I nodded
"Yeah. You know, I think I'm gonna settle here. I have already completed my degree and I want to find a job. I don't want to be the guy who use his parents' money. I mean, you're setting up your own clothing line and I want to do something too, to make my Arture proud of his dad someday" I said softly
"Well, time to announce the news to our parents!" I said
My dad took it really well and encouraged me while mom, well, she cried like the dramatic person she was.
My mom has always been like that.
Dad told me that when he first asked her out, she was 18.
Dad said that he was the popular cool, rich kid while mom was labelled as the weird girl. But, he always found her interesting
Her answer was
"Oh god, of course yes! Should I plan our wedding already? What kind of flower do you like? Oh and should there be a big vanilla or-" dad had shut her up by kissing her and he said that he knew she was gonna be the one
Ah, love!
Why can't I find it too?
"Papa, lookie!" My little boy said with a giggle, running towards me.
I chuckled when he fell on the ground since he was wearing four layers of puffy jackets.
He giggled as he rolled on the ground while I walked towards him. I picked him up and threw him up before catching him once again.
"My little angel" I cooed, pecking his flushed cheeks
"J-t'aime papa" he whispered and I groaned at his cuteness.
(I love you papa)
"Love you too, my little angel" I replied
Who needs a partner when you have yourself an angel, a gift from god?