"Casual fuck buddies who also happen to be co-parenting." That's it, right?

He cocks one eyebrow at me and I nod, trying to convince myself in the process.

"O-kay. So we can fuck?" I nod. "But we can't do any sappy couple shit?" I nod again. "Well because we're co-parenting, can I at least have a say in certain things?"

I sit up but my chest in covered in bubbles. "Uhm, I guess, yes? Depends on what those things are."

"Say for instense, foot rubs. Maybe you're feet are swollen, so can I rub them to make you feel better or is that too much 'couple things'?"

"No, not at all. I mean the pregnancy makes my body ache and you want to nurture it back to health, then you can."

"Okay then, quickly finish bathing. I've made an appointment at the doctor's..."

"When did you do that? Who did you consult it with first?" I furrow my eyebrows.

This guy just made an appointment without my consultation. I mean, he didn't even tell me that he was thinking about taking me to the doctor. And yes, I was going to make an appointment myself. But clearly someone beat me to it.

"Look, please don't get angry but this is actually for a checkup and to get a little information on parenting because clearly we're both clueless on this. Plus if you're comfortable with this doctor, she can be our doctor still god knows when." He explains and I let the anger subside.

"Fine." I mumble. "Now leave so I can bath."

"Oh come on. It's not like there's anything I haven't seen." He says and I narrow my eyes at him.

"Leave or I'll grade your wiener. And you're not going to like it." I smirk.

He now narrows his eyes at me and stands up and leaves.

I chuckle. "Too easy." I smirk.

I start to bathe my smooth body and as I bathe myself, I can't help but to look at my tinny belly. The thought of it getting big makes me both, nervous and excited.

After bathing, I unclog the water and step out of the bathroom to my bedroom with a towel wrapped around my body.

"Why do you have male clothes in your closet?" He says and I notice that he's wearing Daniel's –my other older brother's–clothes.

"They're Daniel's." I simply say. "And what were you doing in my closet?" I walk into my closet and close the door.

I put on a pair on black Guess ripped jeans with a white halter neck shirt. I put on a pair of white Gucci heels and tie my damp hair in a simple ponytail.

Once I'm all done, I exit the closet and find Valentino on the phone.

He seems to be talking a foreign of which I don't understand.

While he's on his phone, I turn on the TV in my bedroom and find it on E!.

"Valentino and Marilyn are no more." One of the hosts says.

"It was reported that they broke things off last night at the Artium Charity Gala. Sources say that Marilyn had an affair with an unknown guy and that Valentino was more than ready to break things off." Another woman says.

"It's even said that the breakup was quite mutual because it seems like they'd both had enough of the relationship." A male host now enters the conversation.

"Oh, it's sad but still happened. They were my favorite business couple you know? They were just so cute together." The first woman who spoke says.

"Moving along. Could Harley Snart be pregnant?" The other woman speaks again.

I hold my breath as I hear the gossip.

"It was reported that last night at the Artium Charity Gala, she was not only glowing but also had a little bump on her stomach." The woman continues. "I mean look at that." A picture of me in last night's dress comes on the screen.

I was smiling at the press and you could barely see the bump but it was still merely visible.

"That kind of looks like a baby bump to me." The first woman comments.

"I second that. Although she looks super cute as a mom, who's the father? That's the most important question and where is he?" I man starts again.

"We don't know. We're not even sure if we'll find out because Harley is one busy lady, she hardly talks to the media. I don't even know how she got pregnant because she's always busy." The second woman comments.

"Anyways. Bringing more news about the Kardashians after the break."

The TV switches off and I look at Valentino with a flustered expression.

"Don't worry yourself about the press." He says and he takes my hand and leads us down to the underground garage where his driver's waiting for us.

"I can't let the press find out about my pregnancy. They'll never leave me alone and that'll affect my work and everything I've worked so hard for." I sigh and we enter the black SUV.

"Don't worry they won't find out. You know, Kylie Jenner hid her whole pregnancy and the press didn't find out until she revealed it after she already have birth and she has the press on her tail all the time." I lift one eyebrow up.

"How exactly do you expect me to hide a whole pregnancy? I'm no Kylie Jenner." He chuckles. "No seriously Valentino. I have about three big projects coming on and I can't pause for nine months. I have a hotel of which I bought and am currently renovating. I have another hotel of which I'm building in Toronto and another restuarant which I'm building in Florida." I sigh frustrated.

"Calm down. We can always make you're employees and co-workers sign a non-disclosure agreement that states that they cannot take any photos or publicize you're pregnancy."

"What about when it's opening nights. When the hotels and restuarants open. If you didn't know, the renovation will be complete in about three months. The restaurant will be complete in four and the other hotel in six. How will I hide a huge belly from gossip thirsty paparazzi?"

"We'll make a plan, for now, just focus on your pregnancy and we'll see how we handle the rest when the time comes." He says and I narrow my eyes at him.

"You seem calm about this." He chuckles.

"That's because there isn't much to worry about." He says. The car comes to a halt and we're parked in the back entrance of the hospital.

I turn and climb out of the car and head inside. I walk straight to the receptionist and before I can even give her my name she tells me the room number to go to excitedly.

I walk to the room and seat myself on the bed. Valentino soon walks in seemingly breathless.

"Why'd you leave me?" He says and I lift one eyebrow.

"Okay, Mr. and Mrs. Princely." The doctors walks in and I face her with a glare.

"It's actually Mr. Princely and Miss Snart, thank you." I say and she reddens with embarrassment.

"Apologies." She faces down.

"Okay now shall we begin?"