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A/N: Every other chapter will be mpreg and every other will be the non-mpreg. So for those who don't want mpreg, you don't have to suffer through it. So the next update will be Ryan going for his next lesson. But as it is, here is the mpreg chapter 5.
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Sickness
They say food poisoning only lasts for a day. So when I threw up the next night, I thought I might have the flu. But I didn’t feel sick. I didn’t have a fever. I didn’t feel icky or anything. Why did I keep throwing up? Days followed and I threw up every single night. I was sitting at a table across from my best friend, Spencer, when he laughed, “You know, maybe you’re pregnant,” he stuck his tongue out. When my eyes widened, he raised an eyebrow, “I’m kidding. Cause you’re a virgin.”
“I…” I stuttered, but laughed awkwardly, staring down at the table. Pregnancy. I hadn’t even thought about that. Wait… That second time. We hadn’t used protection. Oh god. I was pregnant with a prostitute’s baby. I stared at the table, my eyes wide. I didn’t even know what I was doing.
Spencer raised an eyebrow, “Why are you giving this thought, Ry? You’re a virgin. You’re probably just sick. If you’re that worried about it, I can go with you to the hospital.”
“No!” I replied quickly and swallowed, looking up at him, “I’ll go myself. I’ll let you know if anything bad is wrong,” I gave him a smile, “I’m going to go now,” I stood up, “I’ll text you later,” and I walked out. I practically ran to the hospital. A doctor saw me immediately.
Next thing I knew, I had peed in a cup and I was sitting on one of those hospital beds with the paper on them. I was so nervous. I didn’t even know what I would do if I was pregnant. Well, for one, Carmen wouldn’t want to marry me anymore. That was… pretty much the only plus. Brendon wouldn’t want anything to do with me if he found out I was pregnant.
The doctor came back and gave me a big smile, “Congratulations! You’re pregnant!” and I just stared at her before wrapping my arms around my stomach. Fuck. So I was worried about it before. Now I was going to be a single father with a prostitute’s baby. A fucking prostitute.
“Thank you,” I whispered and got off the bed. I made my way out of the hospital and went home. I went up to my room and saw Carmen sitting on my bed. I took a deep breath, “I’m pregnant.”
She stood up, “…You’re what?”
“You heard me. I’m pregnant. This wedding is off—”
“But you’re a virgin.”
“I went and gave my virginity to a prostitute… I’m pregnant.”
“And gay apparently.”
“But you already knew that part. Get out of my house.”
“Maybe we should get married. So I can help you take care of that baby. A prostitute isn’t going to start caring all of a sudden because he knocked up a client.”
“I’m not marrying you. I’d rather take care of this baby by myself.”
She scoffed and walked out, probably going to tell my parents about my predicament. So I sat on my bed, staring at my phone. I went to contacts and scrolled down to where it said ‘Brendon.’ I’d have to tell him sooner or later. Maybe it could wait. I set my phone down and put my face in my hands. I was so screwed.
About a month passed before I finally got up the courage to call him. He answered, “Brendon.”
I took a deep breath, “Hey. It’s Ryan.”
There was a long pause on the other line before he finally spoke, “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again. Or talk to you, for that matter. Did you want to come in for your next lesson? I get home tomorrow night.”
“Oh, where are you?”
“Right now? I’m in Sao Paolo with a client. But, like I said, I get back tomorrow night. You can meet me at my apartment,” there was a silence from me, “Also, you didn’t pay me for the last lesson. You don’t have to, just thought you’d want to pay me, since you did run after me the night after the first night to pay me,” and he chuckled. I still didn’t respond, “Okay… Then I’ll see you tomorrow night. Good night,” and he hung up.
How was I going to tell him? I had no idea. He was talking shop. This was all just a job to him. And now I was pregnant. Fuck! I dreaded every second of the following day. I finally made my way to his apartment. I was let up and I knocked on the door. He opened it and he looked like he did the third time I’d come. I was sure he did that on purpose.
When my face didn’t turn red, he took a step back, “What’s wrong?”
“We need to talk…”
“Is this about me grooming you to be my sex kitten? I was kidding. I figured you didn’t want that anymore, so that’s why I’ve tried to make this all professional. You haven’t even talked to me for a month, so I’m trying to make this all business, no personal st—”
“Shut up.”
So he did. He just stared at me, looking confused, “What?”
“Brendon… I… You remember… When I threw up…”
He nodded.
“I… I’m…” I took a deep breath. I shouldn’t tell him. It would be bad. He’s a fucking prostitute. He doesn’t need my shit. He doesn’t need any of it. I could take care of this baby on my own. So I bit my lip, “I was right. It was food poisoning,” and then I realized. This had to stop. All of it. We couldn’t do this anymore, especially if I didn’t want him to know.
“Okay, then let’s get to it,” he grinned and put his hands on my collar, about to pull me forward.
But I stopped him, “No, Brendon…” I pushed him off, “This can’t continue. I can’t keep doing this with you. We need to stop. I brought the money from last time,” I fished the 400 out of my back pocket and handed it to him, “I guess this is good bye… I’ll see you around then,” I turned to walk out, but he grabbed my arm.
I turned to look at him, “So that’s it then? This is over? You didn’t even get to the final exam.”
“I’m dropping the class,” I pulled my arm from him and got in the elevator and made my way down and out of the building. I was now alone in this. The only person that knew was Carmen and I wasn’t going to let her help me take care of this baby. And my parents would hate me.
When I got home, I lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. I placed my hands on my abdomen and stared up at the ceiling. Tears started falling from my eyes. I was so screwed. My life had literally fallen on my shoulders. And… There was absolutely nothing I could do about it.
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A/N: I hope you enjoyed! Sad Ryan is sad. Three reviews equals an update! Remember, the next update will be the non-mpreg version.
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Sickness
They say food poisoning only lasts for a day. So when I threw up the next night, I thought I might have the flu. But I didn’t feel sick. I didn’t have a fever. I didn’t feel icky or anything. Why did I keep throwing up? Days followed and I threw up every single night. I was sitting at a table across from my best friend, Spencer, when he laughed, “You know, maybe you’re pregnant,” he stuck his tongue out. When my eyes widened, he raised an eyebrow, “I’m kidding. Cause you’re a virgin.”
“I…” I stuttered, but laughed awkwardly, staring down at the table. Pregnancy. I hadn’t even thought about that. Wait… That second time. We hadn’t used protection. Oh god. I was pregnant with a prostitute’s baby. I stared at the table, my eyes wide. I didn’t even know what I was doing.
Spencer raised an eyebrow, “Why are you giving this thought, Ry? You’re a virgin. You’re probably just sick. If you’re that worried about it, I can go with you to the hospital.”
“No!” I replied quickly and swallowed, looking up at him, “I’ll go myself. I’ll let you know if anything bad is wrong,” I gave him a smile, “I’m going to go now,” I stood up, “I’ll text you later,” and I walked out. I practically ran to the hospital. A doctor saw me immediately.
Next thing I knew, I had peed in a cup and I was sitting on one of those hospital beds with the paper on them. I was so nervous. I didn’t even know what I would do if I was pregnant. Well, for one, Carmen wouldn’t want to marry me anymore. That was… pretty much the only plus. Brendon wouldn’t want anything to do with me if he found out I was pregnant.
The doctor came back and gave me a big smile, “Congratulations! You’re pregnant!” and I just stared at her before wrapping my arms around my stomach. Fuck. So I was worried about it before. Now I was going to be a single father with a prostitute’s baby. A fucking prostitute.
“Thank you,” I whispered and got off the bed. I made my way out of the hospital and went home. I went up to my room and saw Carmen sitting on my bed. I took a deep breath, “I’m pregnant.”
She stood up, “…You’re what?”
“You heard me. I’m pregnant. This wedding is off—”
“But you’re a virgin.”
“I went and gave my virginity to a prostitute… I’m pregnant.”
“And gay apparently.”
“But you already knew that part. Get out of my house.”
“Maybe we should get married. So I can help you take care of that baby. A prostitute isn’t going to start caring all of a sudden because he knocked up a client.”
“I’m not marrying you. I’d rather take care of this baby by myself.”
She scoffed and walked out, probably going to tell my parents about my predicament. So I sat on my bed, staring at my phone. I went to contacts and scrolled down to where it said ‘Brendon.’ I’d have to tell him sooner or later. Maybe it could wait. I set my phone down and put my face in my hands. I was so screwed.
About a month passed before I finally got up the courage to call him. He answered, “Brendon.”
I took a deep breath, “Hey. It’s Ryan.”
There was a long pause on the other line before he finally spoke, “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again. Or talk to you, for that matter. Did you want to come in for your next lesson? I get home tomorrow night.”
“Oh, where are you?”
“Right now? I’m in Sao Paolo with a client. But, like I said, I get back tomorrow night. You can meet me at my apartment,” there was a silence from me, “Also, you didn’t pay me for the last lesson. You don’t have to, just thought you’d want to pay me, since you did run after me the night after the first night to pay me,” and he chuckled. I still didn’t respond, “Okay… Then I’ll see you tomorrow night. Good night,” and he hung up.
How was I going to tell him? I had no idea. He was talking shop. This was all just a job to him. And now I was pregnant. Fuck! I dreaded every second of the following day. I finally made my way to his apartment. I was let up and I knocked on the door. He opened it and he looked like he did the third time I’d come. I was sure he did that on purpose.
When my face didn’t turn red, he took a step back, “What’s wrong?”
“We need to talk…”
“Is this about me grooming you to be my sex kitten? I was kidding. I figured you didn’t want that anymore, so that’s why I’ve tried to make this all professional. You haven’t even talked to me for a month, so I’m trying to make this all business, no personal st—”
“Shut up.”
So he did. He just stared at me, looking confused, “What?”
“Brendon… I… You remember… When I threw up…”
He nodded.
“I… I’m…” I took a deep breath. I shouldn’t tell him. It would be bad. He’s a fucking prostitute. He doesn’t need my shit. He doesn’t need any of it. I could take care of this baby on my own. So I bit my lip, “I was right. It was food poisoning,” and then I realized. This had to stop. All of it. We couldn’t do this anymore, especially if I didn’t want him to know.
“Okay, then let’s get to it,” he grinned and put his hands on my collar, about to pull me forward.
But I stopped him, “No, Brendon…” I pushed him off, “This can’t continue. I can’t keep doing this with you. We need to stop. I brought the money from last time,” I fished the 400 out of my back pocket and handed it to him, “I guess this is good bye… I’ll see you around then,” I turned to walk out, but he grabbed my arm.
I turned to look at him, “So that’s it then? This is over? You didn’t even get to the final exam.”
“I’m dropping the class,” I pulled my arm from him and got in the elevator and made my way down and out of the building. I was now alone in this. The only person that knew was Carmen and I wasn’t going to let her help me take care of this baby. And my parents would hate me.
When I got home, I lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. I placed my hands on my abdomen and stared up at the ceiling. Tears started falling from my eyes. I was so screwed. My life had literally fallen on my shoulders. And… There was absolutely nothing I could do about it.
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A/N: I hope you enjoyed! Sad Ryan is sad. Three reviews equals an update! Remember, the next update will be the non-mpreg version.
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